CYOA Page 184
Sep. 12th, 2013 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lumy12Joel can handle himself. You might even help him indirectly if the ones close to him redirect themselves to the source of the noise. You start with a Molotov cocktail, quickly lighting it and tossing it -- with a perfect arc, if you do say so yourself -- into the midst of three Runners, with a fourth idiot ambling right into the fire to see what's going on.
The ones on your other side are disturbed by the noise, but don't seem to know where it came from. You toss an empty bottle near them, and when the motherfuckers have clustered up for you, you chuck a nail bomb over there -- KABOOM! You got three with that one.
You turn back to see how Joel is--
"--Oh fuck! Joel! Joel--"
You didn't see where the Clicker came from... and perhaps Joel didn't either, or he was so busy fending off the three Runners swarming him that he couldn't do anything about it--
...oh God... OH GOD...
It's too late to help him! The Clicker already... oh GODDDDDD...
You're frozen to the ground in shock, staring dumbly. You can't look away. You watch Joel go limp in the motherfucker's arms...
"Get away from him!" you scream, finally coming to your senses, but the remaining infected aren't interested in you now.
The ones you didn't hit with your explosives, however...
You draw your gun and start shooting at them all... wildly, but nonstop. You keep up the barrage until you've gone through all the bullets in the gun plus all the bullets in your pocket. You could grab a gun off Joel and keep at it, but it's not necessary; they're all dead now. And they're done fucking with Joel.
"Joel!" you sob, expecting him to lift his head and answer you somehow. You fall to the ground and collapse on top of him, your head on his chest... he's NOT dead... no he's not -- he's not! It's like we're sitting on the couch, watching a movie... and I'm about to fall asleep... that's all we're doing -- watching a really awful horror movie... and this time JOEL is the one who fell asleep... he's done it before! It's not always me!
You try to convince yourself of this bullshit, your body wracked with sobs all the while, your tears mixing with Joel's blood to saturate his shirt... it's still his shirt... he's wearing it, so that means he's still HERE. He's not-- "J-Joel... you can't d-die..." you blubber at him before dissolving into sobs again. I need you too much! This wasn't supposed to happen! You said we'd be safe... or did you just mean me? WE BOTH should've been safe -- FUCK, this is so... WRONG, and unfair, and I never would've made this call if I'd--
It was Joel's idea, but he left the decision up to you; this is your fault. You really can't handle that knowledge right now, though. You can't even make sense of... I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS. I can't, and I won't--
You decide you're going to just lay there with Joel until your body catches up to your heart... and withers away into nothing.
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Carlos
Date: 2020-12-12 04:50 am (UTC)RE: Carlos
Date: 2020-12-12 12:59 pm (UTC)...sorry :(