CYOA Page 185
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lumy12Please gag me first, you plead silently. That would bring his face -- his vulnerable neck -- right in front of you...
You surreptitiously scratch at an imaginary itch on your side with your right hand.
"Don't move," the guy scolds you (...okay, so maybe it wasn't all that surreptitious).
"I'm just scratching an itch," you say innocently. "I won't be able to after you tie me up."
The man leers at you. "You got an itch that needs scratching, baby? I can help you with that."
You can't help flinching when he touches you, but he's just made this easier--
You deftly swing your blade up right into the guy's neck! MONEY SHOT! (you don't know what that is, exactly, but you know it means you hit your target) He staggers back in surprise, eyes bulging... he has the wherewithal to yank the knife out, but you lurch forward and pluck it from him easily as he slumps to the ground, clutching his throat, trying to contain the blood spurting everywhere. You slash him again for good measure, and he keels over for good.
You cut through the rest of your restraints, then help yourself to his gun, a clunky pistol that will probably pull your pants down if you try to 'wear' it on the waistband. No matter -- you spot your backpack as soon as you get downstairs (and you only remained upstairs long enough to ensure that no, Joel is not also being held here in a separate room. Damn!). Your weapons and shit are still inside your bag... although your gun is not. You look around for it, but it's not in plain sight, and you need to get out of there before all the other guys come back. You should probably kill Ned, while you're at it...
But really, you just want to find Joel.
Could I make him tell me somehow? Or... maybe you need to listen to some of the guys' conversation when they get back. You do know for sure now that they didn't kidnap Joel along with you... or if they did, he's not in that house. NO ONE can kidnap Joel, you can't help thinking. ...but they could KILL him, your fucking brain can't seem to resist adding!
You have no idea which direction they brought you from. You'd have to find a highway sign to have an idea of how to get back to where you were last with Joel.
You don't really want to hang out here near these scumbags, but isn't it the wisest thing to do? If Joel is alive -- and of course he is alive -- he's going to be coming here. He would have a better idea of what direction they took you, right? Maybe he was able to track you some, before it started raining?
You find a decent hiding place nearby -- next door, beneath a tattered tarp in the back of a pickup truck (this one has flat tires, so you're sure it's not the one referenced earlier). You have the new pistol handy if you need to defend yourself quickly, and you have some Molotov cocktails, nail bombs, and smoke bombs ready for action in your backpack. You're not close enough to hear if Ned went back inside the house or not... but you're sure you'll hear a vehicle pull up to the house.
What if Joel shows up and sees Ned and thinks I'm in there?! ...you'd better keep an eye out for him, too. You crouch with the tarp over your head but not your face, allowing you to watch the house, knowing you'll need to duck if anyone looks like they might head this way, or even look this way...
You wait. And wait. And fucking waiiiiiit. Your muscles were already stiff and sore from being in that chair, and now you've been crouching here for ages, waiting... for Joel, for the hunters to return...
You see the light before you hear anything -- headlights from the truck! And... there are actually two vehicles: a truck and a van. Guys spill out of both of them... there's like six or seven of them, and Ned comes running out to greet them.
Perfect! They're all standing there together -- it would take one well-lobbed bomb to kill them all at once. Two, tops.
But then I won't know anything about Joel... well, what are the odds they'll talk about him anyway? And if you wait, they're only going to disperse themselves in some fashion. It's now or never.
If you kill the motherfuckers, turn to page 260.
If you eavesdrop on them, turn to page 263.
Carlos
Date: 2021-01-02 10:08 am (UTC)