Approaching Apocalypse [5 / N] Players

I get out of bed and walk outside, looking for someone to talk to,

 

You get out wearing pretty much nothing and look for people in the middle of nowhere.

If anyone was actually here, they would look at you, laugh and then attack and rob you.

 

That’s a bit harsh.

I quickly race back inside my house and put normal clothes on.

 

You put on your regular clothes.

The fuck...


You can see out of your window someone running towards your house. He seems to be missing an arm.

 

I walk out of my house. "Oh my, what happened to you?"

 

He looks at Layos, then back at you.

Aryan: "I see. Right, follow me."

He starts walking away.

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"*huff*, *puff* S-Slayers..."

He seems really exhausted. Probably becouse of al the blood he's loosing.

 

“All right, come inside and lye down.” I quickly hold onto him and start bandanging his arm while we walk inside.

 

You hear a sound of a whistle, followed by a sound of something snapping and sounds of crunching snow.

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"T-They're c-c-oming..."

He's shacking very much.

 

If the horse calmly replies to the whistle, calmly turn to face where the sound came from.
If not, back away from the sound and attempt to both keep the area thay the sound came from as well as the wagon in view.

 

The horse is galloping towards you.

 

Well it was tied down but let's backpedal a tiny bit anyways.

 

The horse comes close to you and sniffs you.

 

“You just stay here and rest, ok?,” as I finish tending to his wound and lying him down on a nearby bed. I quickly rush outside and yell if anyone is there.

 

(!!! O-O)
I recently noticed that my reading skills have been absolutely horrendous nowadays...
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"..."
"What?."

 

No one answers.

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The horse bites at you arm and neighs.

At the same moment a hooded figure jumps out of the hay and starts running towards you with knife in it's hand.

 

Convenient timing be convenient.

If the horse it still biting my arm, punch it away and back away to make space, hopefully giving me enough time to draw my daggers.
If the horse isn't still biting my arm, do the same as above, just not punching it.

 

“Oh boi, this throws a wrench into my plans. Hmm... If something dangerous is coming I gotta act now!” I run back to my house, close the windows, lock the doors, turn off any lights or water, made it look that there were no signs of life, and then carried the man into my basement. I then took a few candles and enough supplies to last us a few days along with any valuables (such as money), put a bunch of furniture and crates in front of the basement door, closed and locked the basement door, and descended down the stairs in the basement and went beside the man.

“Phew. We should be fine now. Here, drink this,” I give him some water. “Now who were those ‘slayers’ again?”

 

"I do not know."

 

I follow him

 

"Uh-huh."

You hear some heavy footsteps from the stairs.

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You punch the horse, but it just makes him bite harder.

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Jesus Christ. Okay.

He sips the water.

With shaking voice he mutters, "The followers of the demigod Slayer. They attacked me becouse I didn't want to join their caouse."

He tears up a little.

"I-I... I think they *whimper* I think they killed my fiancée."

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He goes inside a building with a sign that says "The Merry Cabin".