Escaping
Sewer after sewer, turn after turn, I kept running for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I had arrived at a manhole cover, and I started climbing another rusty ladder. Arriving at the top, I put my hand on it, pushing it with my hand, sending it sliding to the side with a loud screeching sound.
Catching my breath, I slowly climbed out of the hole on the ground. I didnt even know where the hell I had run off to, but I knew I kept running for quite a while.
Slightly dizzy from the blood loss, I called a taxi and went home, wanting to dress the wound I had sustained ASAP.
15 minutes later, with my pale face, I got to my apartment. Shakily opening the door, I went to the bathroom to open the first aid kit.
Finally, I opened the bathroom door, opened the first aid box and tried to find what I could use to stop the bleeding.
Taking off the bandage I had hastily applied, I was ready to dress the wound. Yet i was... Surprised.
"The wound had already stopped bleeding? What?"
"Ugh... Boss?" I asked, confused at the system prompt.
"...Nothing." deciding not to question it, I grabbed the hydrogen peroxide before applying a generous amount of it to the wound.
Expecting to be in a world of pain, I was surprised at how it barely even hurt.
"Well.... This worked out well, so thats nice... Haaaa." talking to myself, I finished looking at the wound on my leg.
As I was looking at it however, I had a question pop into my head.
"Boss... What exactly is the benefits of high strength?" curious, I asked.
"Mmm... Understood, thank you."
"Now then," turning to look at my shoulder, I grabbed the tweezers from the box, wincing at the thought of what was to come.
"This one will definitely hurt like shit though." putting the medical gauze in my mouth to muffle my incoming scream, I slowly sank the tweezers into the wound.
The tweezers, digging into the hole in my flesh, sent a wave of excruciating pain throughout my body. The pain yet again intensified once I started pulling out the piece of shrapnel. And by the time I managed to pull out the damn shrapnel, I had no strength left in my body, covered in endless sweat from the pain.
Applying a little bit of hydrogen peroxide on the wound in the shoulder, I started bandaging my leg first. Then, having finished that and securing the bandage using safety pins, I did the same for my shoulder.
"Haaaaaa... Fuck this." sitting on the floor, I was too tired to move.
With this, they wouldn't really go through with the drug deal, having had their numbers reduced by 30, the 20 bastards left will only be trying to fortify themselves, so they don't lose their positions in New Yorks criminal underworld.
Leaning myself against the bathroom wall, I rested for half an hour recovering my strength as much as I could. Finally,I didn't feel anymore like a dead crab, so I slowly got up from the bathroom floor. Packing up the things in the first aid kit, I also started cleaning the traces of blood with another bandage.
Throwing that all into the trash bin, I walked shakily outside the bathroom. Slowly, step by step, I finally got to the couch, and collapsed on it. Next thing I did, I remembered that I still had a leftover skill point... Which originally should be thrown into one of the unique revolvers... But...
After todays two near death experiences, I'm absolutely not going to fuck around anymore. Fuck being a squishy bastard, this shit sucks. I'm going for the shotgunners armor as soon as I can.
Thinking of it this far, I decided to look at the shotgunners tree. Considering that if I take the topmost one I can't get shotgunners armor, that leaves me with only two somewhat useful options.
After deliberating for a few minutes, I decided to throw it into the
And then, i finally checked the level up progress.
1087/1800
STR 11
DEX 8
INT 7
PER 7
As I was looking at the stats, my exhaustion soon started beating my will to stay awake. Not long after, I passed out.
Hours later, I woke up with a blanket covering me, at 11AM.
Opening my eyes, the first thing that I saw was that I left the TV on. Then, turning my head I saw Eliza and Bruce eating in the kitchen.
I was about to say good morning to them when Eliza interrupted me before I could even open my mouth.
"Boss, you need to go wash up. Quickly." she said, not even looking at me.
"Huh? What's up?" confused and still groggy, I asked.
"Look at yourself..." not saying anything further, she kept eating.
Turning my eyes back to my own body, I started inspecting myself. And the more I saw, the more appealed I became. I was covered in so much blood, I looked like I had been doused in ketchup.
Sighing, I didn't even reply and went to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes.
20 minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom with a fresh look, and then decided to clean the rest of the house including the bloody sofa.
Yet another 20 minutes later, I managed to clean up the traces of blood I had left behind... The issue being that we would probably have the cops or some other bastards knocking on the door. There's no way there wouldn't be a report about a man covered in blood.
... I still had to make sure nothing happened in the Central Park however.
4pm is the time I need to be present at, at the latest, while it's right now almost noon.
Ugh... Where the hell do we I relocate to though? I have two kids to take care of so there can't be any shitty hideouts.
... Do I really have to live like a gangster in an abandoned apartment building?