part 359 survival horror tropes

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Hello again meme! Can you believe all these new updates? I love it! I hope we see more historical stuff, though and not just emperors. Also more of that Denmark, whatta guy.

Enjoy part 359!

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Re: No problem!

[fruited_plain]

[Weird plants have made them both sick, obviously they should stick to hamburgers.]

[Determination renewed, she lowers her arms to push off the ground, ready to take on the island and go find the person responsible once and for all. She jumps to her feet.]



[*WUMP*]

[The bottle hits with a fleshy, hollow thud and she crumples right back down to the ground on her back, limbs sprawled and dazed, eyes rolling back in her head.]

[If this were a cartoon little stars would be swirling around her head right now.]

[crimson_trickster]

[The realization that this person he just attacked was none other than the female America was just a flash in his blanked-out mind.]


[That's got to be worrying on what his current mental state is. Right now though, he drops the bottle to the ground.]


[And then gives a bone-chilling, low chuckle as he takes out a rusty knife he'd obtained from the mansion.]


[... It wasn't a spear or a stake, but it's still something he can use to skewer his enemies the person in front of him, right?]


[And that is exactly what he does, moving to plunge that knife at the disoriented America.]

[fruited_plain]

[Blood gushes everywhere and seeps into the ground. If he hasn't hit an internal organ yet, she'll bleed out soon enough.]

[Too bad she died too quickly to put up a fight or say any heroic last words.]

[If he can get out of his murderous haze, he'll find a charged Taser, a pair of night vision binoculars and an empty Starbucks cup that has seen better days in her pack.]

[crimson_trickster]

[It takes quite a while for him to regain some semblance of sense, and when he does, it's to open his eyes to the sight of the female America sprawled on the grass in a pool of blood.]



[But he can't remember anything.]


[Did they run into each other? But he can't even remember having even spoken to her since the beginning of this 'game'.]

[But there was no denying... that was the knife he took that's stabbed on her.]


[And there was no one around.]

[So that could only mean...]



{did i...]


[...]

[.....]

[Well, there was no going back now. He'll just have to go on.]

[So far, his head was at a more manageable level now, despite his body dishing out some strange but minimal physical pain to various parts of his body with every movement and throb of his head. Carefully, he takes the contents of her bag and into his. The taser would be easier to wield, and the binoculars could be useful. When he's done, he puts the empty bag beside her. He looks at her for a few seconds before taking out a bedsheet he'd also pilfered from the mansion.]

[He slowly takes the knife out, wipes it with the sheet and puts it back in his bag. Then, he uses that sheet to cover her.]


[He knows it would be pointless to say it, but he still thinks it in his mind.]


{Sorry.}


[Then he slowly walks away.]