Post Apocalyptic
You literally look like a cat, and the lady doesn't notice you. Wonderful how the last thing you were wearing was camouflage, what a life saver.
The lady goes back inside and you begin to run for the heavens forgetting about your broken leg. The adrenaline gets to you, and you don't notice the pain until you get back to the camp.
You talk with the people there, and then tell you that you need to explore that area more.
Oh, no you aren't. You just almost died. There is NO way you're going back there.
But you're threatened with being left behind, and that seems much more of a bad thing than being killed right now. You'd rather die instantly then of hunger slowly.
You walk up to the door, and knock. how foreign it feels, almost as if asking someone to hangout. When the lady opens the door, she hits you in the face with a bat.
The lady goes back inside and you begin to run for the heavens forgetting about your broken leg. The adrenaline gets to you, and you don't notice the pain until you get back to the camp.
You talk with the people there, and then tell you that you need to explore that area more.
Oh, no you aren't. You just almost died. There is NO way you're going back there.
But you're threatened with being left behind, and that seems much more of a bad thing than being killed right now. You'd rather die instantly then of hunger slowly.
You walk up to the door, and knock. how foreign it feels, almost as if asking someone to hangout. When the lady opens the door, she hits you in the face with a bat.