S1E8 - Ambush
[TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic description of attempted r@pe]
*beepbeepbeep*
I wake up and stretch, feeling my body loosening up and some bones popping. I actually feel really good today! My whole body is sore, but it's that good kinda sore. The one that makes your stretches feel really good. Getting out of bed, I continue to do my morning stretches, feeling the light soreness slowly drift off as my muscles and joints loosen up. I then stand up straight at the foot of the bed and stretch out my back before collapsing backwards onto the bed.
I swear, there's no love like a human and their mattress.
As I lay, wondering whether or not I should actually get out of bed today, I decide that I'd like to find a clothing store today. While yes, I have those military uniforms, they're still pretty uncomfortable compared to the soft fabric of regular womens clothing. Plus, wearing the same pair of underwear is starting to feel disgusting. I'd love to actually take a bath soon in some river or something. Next time it rains I'll just go out back and get cleaned off I guess. Bye bye hot showers… Maybe I could make one of those Japanese bath pots.
Make some human soup. But.. Not like the Terminus version, the decent human being version.
"Store."
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[Store:]
[420p]
[Crafting 1 - 100p]
[Fist Fighting 1 - 150p]
[Grappling 1 - 200p]
[Shotgun Shooting 1 - 250p]
[Rifle Shooting 1 - 300p]
[Assault Rifle Shooting 1 - 400p]
[…]
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Seeing my further options, I decide on the two that I believe I could use the most as of right now. I double tap both [Crafting 1] and [Shotgun Shooting 1]. Reason being, with crafting I can make bows to take down walkers from a distance, I assume. And with the shotgun one, I can shoot my shotgun with better accuracy.
[Crafting 1 - You are a novice craftsman, able to craft basic shivs as well as basic wooden arrows. You will find solutions quicker when attempting to make something on your own.]
[Shotgun Shooting 1 - Reduces the recoil felt from shotguns, and gives basic knowledge and training in shotguns.]
Well, looks like I won't be crafting a bow just yet, but almost immediately I know how to make wooden arrows, what kind of wood to use, and how to harden the wooden tips to last longer and penetrate deeper… Giggity.
Anyways, taking the slightly rusty double barrel out of my inventory, I crack it open and load two shells into it before putting it back into my inventory. I smile and get dressed. Stretching one last time, I strap on my holsters and walk out to my door. Looking outside, I see nothing but the walkers I killed the two days before and the cars that are parked all throughout the street.
I unlock my door and peek out, looking to the left and right. I see no walkers around, so I head out. Once again I get that feeling of being watched. Looking around, I see a crow looking down at me so I stare right back at it and squint. I know your secret, ex-government drone creature. As I walk down the stairs, I see a flock of birds suddenly fly off from behind one of the cars, a white van with some blood spatters on it. Which is weird. Birds would prefer to stay up on the rooftops or powerlines. Unless… There's food…
I take out my gun and slowly walk around the van. Peeking out behind the van… I see a freshly killed walker. I hear a footstep behind-
*THWACK*
I suddenly feel pain rocking my head as I fall to the ground. I raise my gun, only to find that said gun is no longer in my hands. I feel a hand grab the back of my neck as someone with a gruff voice speaks up,
"Woah, sweetheart. You have no idea how long me and Dickie waited for you! You gotta make it up to us!"
Spinning me around, I see a guy with rotted out teeth and the face of a serial meth user. He smiles at me and whistles, saying,
"Dickie, grab the gun."
A fat guy comes over and grabs the gun from under the van. Looking at the guy, I see a screen show up in front of me.
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[Enemy Status:]
[Name: Paul Richards]
[Age: 37]
[Health: Drug Addict]
[Stamina: Full]
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[STR: 10]
[AGI: 9]
[DEX: 8]
[INT: 8]
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[Skills:]
[Drug Resistance 2]
[Fist Fighting 1]
[Pistol Shooting 1]
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Adrenaline starts pumping through my veins as I try to fight back. He manages to push my arms up and speaks to the fat guy again,
"Hold 'er arms, Dickie."
The fat guy speaks in a high pitched nasally voice,
"You got it."
Looking at the fat one,
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[Enemy Status:]
[Name: Dickie Jackson]
[Age: 33]
[Health: Obese]
[Stamina: Tired]
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[STR: 13]
[AGI: 7]
[DEX: 5]
[INT: 4]
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[Skills:]
[Grapple 2]
[Fist Fighting 1]
[Shotgun Shooting 1]
[Dumb Strength 1]
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Shit. I start to hyperventilate as I struggle against him, trying to wiggle my wrists out of his grasp for a second. The methhead speaks up again,
"Oh, don't worry sweetheart. We just wanna have some fun with ya. We keep ya safe, ya keep up entertained. Everyone benefits."
As I struggle against the fat one, I start yelling.
"HELP ME! HE-"
The fat one puts a hand over my mouth as the methhead pulls out a knife. I start struggling more against him as he lifts up my shirt, stabbing the knife through it.
"First things first…"
*RIIIIIIIP!*
"This is in the way!"
"MMMMPH!"
He brings the knife all the way up my shirt, cutting it in half and revealing my sports bra. He chuckles and says,
"Damn, girl. Ya couldn't put anything nicer on for us?"
The fat one chuckles along as I struggle to breathe, not getting enough air through my nostrils. As I struggle against him, the sound of broken glass crunching can be heard down the street.
Immediately, the two stop what they're doing and listen. The methhead whispers,
"Dickie. I got her, check what dat is. Her screamin' probably drew in a bitah."
He nods his head as the methhead grabs my wrists with one of his hands. He puts the knife up against my neck and leans in, filling my nostrils with a putrid smell of rotted teeth.
"You scream, you die. Got dat?"
Tears stream down my face as I feel the tip of the blade dig into my neck. He smiles at me and says,
"There ya go, that's a good look."
I feel his hand suddenly cup my boobs as he leans back up. He then lays the knife down by my side as his hand moves down to his pants button.
Taking my chance, I suddenly jerk my right hand out of his grip and bring my raging bull out of my inventory.
"OH SHIT-"
*BANG!*
"KUGH!"
He begins to bleed as the bullet rips through his neck, in one side and out the other. He suddenly lunges forward and takes the knife laying beside me, slashing me across the chin, narrowly missing my neck.
*BANG!*
Another bullet rips through him, this time through the chest just below the neck. Blood gushes out and he suddenly falls limp on top of me.
"NO! PAUL! YOU BITCH!"
I look up, seeing the fat one upside down. He raises my own pistol at me, but seems hesitant to fire. I use this against him to get behind the van. I try to calm myself down as I feel the sticky blood covering my chest, stomach, and neck. Tears continue streaming down my face, blurring my vision as I have to reach up to wipe them away.
"Haaah, haaaaah, haaaah."
*BANG!*
"GAH!"
I suddenly feel as though I've been stabbed in the side with a white hot blade. I spin around and aim at the large target exposed from behind the van.
*BANG!*
"UMF!"
The bullet rips through his stomach as I fire another shot,
*BANG!*
Which rips through his skull. His eyes roll back as he goes limp, collapsing to the ground like a marionette. I take a breath and continue on, walking back towards the two. I bend down to pick up my gun, and also take the one from the fat dude's waistband, storing it in my inventory. As I put my pistol back in its holster, I feel all the energy in my body get sapped away.
[Human x2 - 200p]
Yep, that's exactly what I wanted to see right now. Tears start streaming from my eyes once again as the pain in both my head and my stomach rise up as the adrenaline leaves my body.
"Hic… hic…"
I sniffle as I stand back up. I walk past the van and feel my consciousness begin to fade. I crouch down and hug my knees, trying to wipe the tears away as I see two shapes moving towards me. I try to get up to run away, but end up falling down.
"No, no no! Help… Please…"
I pull out the raging bull again before aiming it at the figure.
*BANG! BANG! Click click click*
I see the two figures duck out of the way and start crying uncontrollably. I hear a feminine voice speak up,
"Hey, hey you're okay. You're safe."
As I hear her voice, I lose consciousness.
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