aphanon_meme | part 359 survival horror tropes

part 359 survival horror tropes

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[Having spent the first two days uselessly inspecting the collar and his bag, Germany made his way to one of the smaller buildings near the center of the town. After scavenging the building for any kind of supplies and finding himself none the richer, he decided to hole up in the corner of a relatively clean room and sleep]

[So far he's managed to avoid trouble]

[So far]

[Just when he thinks that, he wakes up the next morning to hear the announcement. Immediately he hurries to stuff his supplies back in the bag and get out. He makes it far enough that he doesn't get knocked off his feet by the explosion, but he does feel the earth rumble and the heat of the fire]

[Pausing to hide in one of the smaller buildings near the edge of the town, Germany goes to the top floor, spying out one of the windows to see what's going to happen]

[He was still quite winded from the explosion but Romania thought that was Germany he saw dashing further south of where he stood. The smoke and flickering fire made it a little difficult to tell for sure, but that was the first guess that came to his mind from the height, build and visage.]

[The ringing in his ears and the cough that burst out of his lungs periodically made thinking and coming to a decision more difficult than it should normally be, but he eventually does move from the spot when his legs no longer feel like jelly and the ringing has died down to a more tolerable level. He manages to catch sight of Germany just as he entered a building.]

[Remembering to keep his stealth up again, Romania is more careful when he nears the building, hiding behind steaming debris while checking the windows and holes in the building that Germany entered in to make sure the other wasn't looking out of them.]

[Romania glanced south, seeing the woods and no more buildings. He stared for a bit, then turned to look at the building where Germany was.]

[After a bit of pause thinking, he made his way into the same building.]

[Perhaps this action is ill-advised --- He had in fact, first only followed Germany to keep the other in sight and make sure he wasn't attacked while he was leaving this area, but when he saw Germany enter that building, his curiosity was piqued.]

[Hopefully, this curiosity won't kill him. For now.]

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[Though Germany fails to catch a glimpse of Romania entering the building, his senses and his intuition both tell him to be careful. He freezes up, staying alert for any kind of sound. But all he hears is the sound of the fire in the distance. Maybe he's just being paranoid. It may well be a side-effect of participating in such a game. Though "participating" makes it sound more voluntary than it really is]

[He slowly makes his way over to the stairs leading to the floor below and peers down, hoping to reassure himself that nobody's there. Which only makes it sound more likely that there really is someone hiding down there]

[Just to make sure, he calls down with a voice that's quieter than usual]

I have a gun.

[Which couldn't be farther from the truth. While he does have a bulletproof vest, he has no weapon of any kind. And if Romania listens carefully, he may catch the anxious tone in Germany's voice and realize he's bluffing]

[When he hears Germany call out, Romania freezes up from behind the column he's hidden himself in. Did Germany spot him after all? Was Germany going to go after him? These questions running through Romania's mind distracts him from considering whether Germany was even telling the truth in the first place. Perhaps because it wasn't unreasonable to think that Germany would indeed have such a weapon, considering this 'game' they're participating in.]

[Now he's thinking what he should do. Saying 'I have a romantic night kit' in response to Germany's declaration probably wouldn't have the same threatening effect. If he should even show himself. If he were to run away instead, his chances of surviving wouldn't be fifty-fifty if he'll be fighting with a gun that can snipe him from long distance.]

[So, instead, he waits where he is, waiting for Germany to make the first move. Strange as it is, he figures he has a better chance of surviving on a confrontation.]

[When nothing happens, Germany relaxes a bit and lets out a soft sigh. It must be the stress of the game. Still, as he turns to go back to the windows and watch what's going on outside, something keeps him rooted where he stands]

[He just knows he's not going to be able to relax and focus until he can be absolutely sure there's nobody down there. Which means he'll have to go and verify it for himself]

[He grabs the flashlight from his bag so he has something to hit with other than his fists and makes his way down. Considering how quiet it is, he's fairly certain nobody's there and he's less careful than he should be. After inspecting what he can of the floor below from his current position, he walks straight down the middle of the stairs and searches for any sign that somebody is or was there]

[Footsteps... And they're coming closer!]

[Pressing his body even flatter towards the column as if he's attempting to melt into it, Romania almost doesn't breathe in trying to maintain utmost silence.]

[The edges of the light beam soon shine from out of the corner of his eyes, alerting Romania that Germany was only a few meters away. It would be very risky if he were to be seen now, yet he still slithers to the edge of his hiding place as he attempts to get a glimpse of Germany, trying to confirm whether he has that supposed gun of his out and at the ready to point and shoot.]

[He thought he saw something moving there in the corner of his eyes. Moving his flashlight towards the column, he checks out everything he can see, even the shadows on the wall, to look for anything out of the ordinary]

[Nothing. It looks clear so far]

[Turns to check the corner across from the column and nearest to him first, so he can safely turn his back on it later]

[Though he tries to be as quiet as he can, he's not the lightest of nations, and the floor beneath his shoes creak occasionally. When he's done with the corner, he'll slowly move further up, keeping his back to the wall, to inspect the rest of the room]

[Romania remains as rigid as he can when the light fans out on the column, a sign that the flashlight was now directed at him. For a few tense (mostly for him) minutes, it sweeps a bit before finally being moved away, which is when Romania finally lets out the breath he'd been holding back.]

[His ears were still a bit bothered from the blast earlier, and straining it to use as a gauge for Germany's possible distance was making his head pound as well. Thus, it was too late by the time he realized how close Germany's walked towards now. He'd need to move to the other face of the column without a sound if he didn't want Germany to notice him. However, his thoughts were distracted by something he saw:

Germany was not holding a gun.

And with that came some realization and ideas. If Germany did have a gun but didn't bring it out, then that could mean there'll be some delay time for him to take it out when confronted.]

[So Romania could go for a surprise factor here...]

[Pauses, moving his flashlight back to the column. He could've sworn he heard something that time, but he still sees nothing]

[He's willing to dismiss the sound as being caused by the wind or something, but he's more on his guard than before. One bad feeling can be a coincidence, but for it to happen twice?]

[Walks closer, still keeping his back to the wall, so he can see what's on the other side of the column. He clenches his free hand into a fist and tightens his grip on the flashlight, just in case]

[Using the size of the light beam being shone in front of him as a gauge, Romania makes an approximation on how close Germany was to the side of the column, trying to ignore the pounding in his ears that was part the side-effects of the explosions and part his blood rushing there from the tension.]

[He waited, and when the time came...]

[Romania suddenly sprung out, his eyes focused on where the light was coming from, his fist swinging with intent to knock it away at the source.]

[The punch takes him by surprise, knocking the flashlight from his hand and leaving it to fall to the floor. It rolls away and slows down until it comes to a stop, the light now only illuminating their legs and not much else]

[At least he managed to recognize who it was that jumped out at him before the flashlight fell. Arms up, he takes a step back and adopts a defensive posture, ready to punch or kick if he has to]

Romania?!

Tell me, what were you planning to do here! Right now!

[... Well, that didn't exactly pan out the way he envisioned.]

[Romania frowned at the yelled demand. To him, it was odd. Why would Germany need to ask that? And why was Germany just standing and asking questions there instead of threatening him? This was all odd and confusing, and his still-throbbing head wasn't helping.]

[He maintained his distance and battle-ready stance as he replied, an eyebrow arched slightly (though it might not be as easy to see without sufficient light.]

I was defending myself, isn't it obvious? I don't fancy being shot in the back, you know.

[An attack doesn't seem imminent, so Germany relaxes a little, lowering his arms until they're not shielding his chest. With his bulletproof vest, his chest is probably the least in need of extra protection]

[Well. Romania has nothing to fear in that case. Germany opens his mouth, ready to promise he won't shoot him in the back, when he narrows his eyes. He takes in Romania's appearance, scans him for any sign of a gun or some other kind of weapon. Then he looks Romania in the eye again. He also raises his arms slightly, just in case he reacts badly to what he's about to say. As far as he can tell, Romania doesn't look that desperate, but you never know]

...Where exactly is your weapon?

[It takes Romania a longer time to drop his tense stance, as he was still carefully watching Germany for sudden movements (like taking out a gun), but when he does relax, confusion was still written all over his face.]

[... It is then promptly replaced by a flash of an embarrassed blush, then Romania averting his eyes with a nervous laugh.]

Aaaah, well... It's in my bag. But um, it's better if you don't see it, really.

[That just sounds suspicious]

...That just sounds suspicious.

[Romania vaguely thinks there's some amusing irony there if he were to give or even show what his 'weapon' is to Germany, but most of his mind is still on the current situation and so it takes precedence.]

Never mind about it...! A-Anyway, are we decided that we're not fighting? Because I'd really like to get away from this place since I don't want to get caught if it will explode again. And I want to take my leave without worrying about being shot or attacked.

[W-What is that supposed to mean?!]

[That reaction is peculiar. Either Romania doesn't have a good weapon or he's trying to trick him. Both sound equally likely to Germany. If only he had his flashlight so he could see Romania's face more clearly. But he has to make do with what he has]

[Straightens up to his full height, then gives Romania a curt nod]

I promise I'm not going to attack you as you leave.

[He can't make any promises for the future, though]

[*whistles innocently*]

[crosses his arms and hums while thinking. He had no assurance but...]

A verbal promise is better than nothing, I guess.

[breathes deeply before letting it all out in a relieved sigh]

[he doesn't let his guard down but he still has a more relaxed aura as he starts walking away]

[though he does slow down his pace a bit as he says]

... Thanks. And try to stay safe.

[He feels he needs to say it now, because there was no telling if they'll meet again in equally peaceful terms in this "game".]

[he has a shadow of a playful grin on his face as he adds]

If you and I manage to stick around long enough, I'll tell you what weapon I've got. Perhaps I'll even give it to you.

[dashes off with an ~~evil~~ chuckle]

[When Romania starts walking away, Germany grows a bit more relaxed, too. He's managed to avoid fighting this time. But he doesn't relax entirely. The next person he runs into could well be more belligerent]

You too.

[Then he's on edge again by what Romania says next. He has no idea what Romania means, but he doesn't like the sound of it]

Ah, really...

[Before Germany ultimately leaves the building, too, he'll think about what kind of weapon Romania could possibly have. Judging by that chuckle, he thinks it'll either prove to be a weird or painful weapon]

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