Hm? You looked over at your right, there's a hyena prodding the alcohol bottle. There's drool coming out of it's lips, it appears friendly, but it's undoubtedly infected. Do you give it alcohol or play with it?
I open my eyes and throw up, partly because of what I just saw, but mostly because of the fact I just killed a man. I let go of the AK and curl in to a ball, crying and cursing in Russian, Belorussian, Ukrainian and Finnish (Know only 10 words of Finnish).Before you squeezed the trigger, you saw- SIGH... the redneck plowing his own 'meat' into the catfish's behind, as if trying to get off the dead animal, "OOH YEAH, THAT'S IT--" Pop! Ugh. The Skinz member looked over, his abdomen bleeding profusely, shortly before dropping down to both knees, "Fuckin' commie scum..." Ah, yes, more stereotypes. He fell face first, dead, you could see a bottle of moonshine slung low at his pants... as well as a picture of George W. Bush. I don't know why. It was just there. He must've been a fan.
Grant would usually play with the animal, but it was infected.
I decide that I need water and food more than the plot of a horror movie going on first. Plus, I had other shit on my mind and a deep desire to go home.Vladmir Putin is not pleased!
The body still laid there, unmovable, but at least you had a source of freshwater and food, right? There's also a cabin in the woods nearby your location. Do you approach it or stay here?
You decide to fetch water, it's clean and filled with lovely fish. However, a page from a magazine, ripped off or caught in the window, just so happens to dance in the water:
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the sadness of the dead wolf.BOOM! The arrow shot at breakneck speeds toward the wolf, catching it by the jawline, piercing through it's right eyeball. It yelped for a few seconds in horrific pain, blood and ooze spewing from it's grevious wounds, until it stopped completely. Congratulations, you killed a wolf! If you ventured forward, you'd note there's a pack of wild... wait, what is this? A pack of hyenas. They appear rabid as well, their bodies quivering in delight, aching to tear the next thing coming their path.
BUH-BOOOM!
Thunder settled in, the rain fell harder against your skin...
I bit my lower lip, sighing, until I stepped out from the banana tree. Sure enough, I was sporting a big 'ol boinger. It popped through the fabric shamelessly, my tan features blushing as I crossed my arms, "You're pretty hot. I..." Oh God, did I want to cop a feel so bad. I shook my head, biting my lower lip, "..." Another look. Nopenopenope! I released a giggle, extending my fingers out, "C'mon, let's get outta here!"
I look at the picture for a second, and then look away, reminding myself that she is...what? At least 13 or so years older than me? She was nice looking yes, but it was impolite to stare...even if it was a picture, plus there was someone (apparently) with me, I didn't want to seem creepy. I drink some of the water and sigh, looking up at the sky.You decide to fetch water, it's clean and filled with lovely fish. However, a page from a magazine, ripped off or caught in the window, just so happens to dance in the water:
Anna Chapman.
You bypass the hyenas. Simple. Only to receive a nice smash to the belly via wooden bat. A Skinz member hid in one of the trees, anticipating your arrival, "Look what we have here! Half burned she-bitch! Ain't that a surprise!" He idly swung his weapon, grinning as... his pants pooled beneath his ankles, a very large... ahem, 'appendage' looked at you.
Pop! A female Skinz member smashed her knee into your back. She was silent as death, a sinister chuckle followed her attack, "Fuckin' Bolshevisk cunt!" Another kick came outta nowhere, this time directed at your face. If successful, it's send you sprawling face first into the water. Holy shit, this bitch was no joke. She was drunk as hell, though, and ironically, chugging down a bottle of Skyy vodka, "S-suckin' Stalin's cock, eh? I fuckin' know you are... f-fuckin' Mao Zedung bitch..." She staggered toward you, a hand-held fireax in her grasp...
You could hear a loud shriek in the distance: It appears the mother discovered her son. It wasn't long until barks of commands met your ears: The Skinz were going to have their revenge. No doubt, they pinned the blame on some African American, but if they saw YOU... well, you'd become an ideal candidate for a very, -very- bad end. You could see flames burn through the forest, men in KKK outfits, approximately twelve of them followed your tracks with uncanny accuracy. They WERE hunters, after all.
I helped her up, my hands accidentally groped her left bewb as my eyes widened. Big time. Uh oh. She felt something hard. Yeah, -THAT-, press against her butt. For a moment, I laid on her, hearing her speak about directions, "Oh, uh, yeah... I don't think we should ask right now. We're alone and uh, people could really hurt us out here!" A trickle of rain touched our bodies, sliding down our skin as I blushed, "Hey, uhhh, if you want, I can totally be like you! You know, 'naked' so you aren't embarrassed!"
