It's the third encounter. At that rhythm we will run low on munitions before getting anywhere. We've walked a good amount of time. I'm fucking exhausted. By the look of the other guy's face, I'm not the only one. We've arrived in some sort of recluse room. It looks like someone try to barricade themselves, but there is nobody here. There's a closed off elevator shaft across the place and a door to the right.
- We're gonna set camp here. I don't think we'll find anything better anytime soon.
- Ve… go…t cov…er t… s… mell.
- With what genius?
- Any…t…ing.
- I’ll fucking get an infection.
That guy's wound to his leg have been slowing us down. I don't need him to survive. He does. I would have fucking left him behind if he hadn't had his gun pointed at my head this entire time.
I go investigate the door. It's a concierge office. This might have what we're searching for.
Bingo!
I turn to the guy with a can of strong disinfectant. That should do the job.
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HorrorThis is the story of a man, a scared man in a world of horror and silent death. Follow the adventure of a desperate soul trying to find it's way back to the surface, to the normal world.
