CYOA Page 260
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lumy12You don't even have to move in any closer; it's just too fucking perfect of an opportunity to pass up. Mindful of your movements so as not to draw anyone's eye to your tarp, you carefully extract two nail bombs. You do need to rise to get a good throw off, but you do that little by little, no sudden jerky movements. One asshole looks in your direction, but you don't think he can see you (the lights of the van are still on, casting some light about, but you're very much in the darkness).
Here goes... You chuck the bomb--
...almost dead center! You're disappointed in yourself for missing. Must be the stiff muscles? You managed to kill five, which is really impressive for one little bomb. But the other guys are still close enough together, freaking out now about the carnage, looking wildly about...
You lob Bomb #2 in their midst... two more down! One guy left.
You climb over the far side of the truck, nearly stumbling after your legs have been cramped up for so long. You have the advantage, being in the shadows... this guy isn't dumb -- he hops in the truck. Like, in the front seat. Shit! Should I shoot the tires? There are so few working vehicles in the world that it seems an awful waste to disable one over one dickhead hunter.
He's not driving, though... maybe he doesn't have the keys? Okay, maybe he IS dumb. But he did manage to find cover, if nothing else. You wonder if you could intimidate him into telling you what he knows about Joel.
You decide it's worth a shot. You creep toward the driver's side of the truck. You know he's in there, but you don't see him, so he must be laying down or something... fuck, the windows are rolled up. Will he even be able to hear me? Well, you have a solution for that: you fire a shot through the window.
"Fuck!" the guy cries out -- shitting his pants, probably.
"Next one goes through your skull unless you help me out," you growl at him.
"...It's you?"
"It's me that killed all your friends just now, yeah, if that's what you're asking. Sit up and put your hands where I can see them!" You click on your flashlight, now that you no longer need the cover of darkness. "Now!" you urge him.
He sits up, but ignores the part about his hands. "Hands up!" you yell at him.
Your gut doesn't like that he's taking so long. You wonder if he's getting ready to whip out his gun real fast and shoot you. You shoot again -- this time, taking aim at his left shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhh! What the fuck, girl--"
"You were too slow! If you wanna live, tell me what you guys did with the man that was with me!"
"I don't know... ahhhh..." The guy grimaces, holding his shoulder, panting heavily... you still don't trust him not to let go and pull a gun on you, so you keep yours trained on his face. You're blinding him with your light, but that doesn't mean he can't just aim toward your voice, toward the light... you stay on guard.
"You can do better than that. I can open that door and find other parts of you to shoot before I get around to your skull..."
"I wasn't there! I don't know nothin'!"
"Even if that's true, and you weren't there? You and your buddies must've talked about it. How you kidnapped me. What happened, what you guys did... right? So fucking tell me!"
"I... I swear... I don't..."
You wonder if he's about to pass out. -No, he couldn't have bled that much yet... not like I hit his jugular... "Dude, I warned you..." You start walking slowly toward the truck. Slow enough to give him a chance to be cooperative.
He's not even bothering to protest now. You yank hard on the door...
...and it doesn't open! Shit, the bastard locked it!
You feel sort of foolish now. You don't know how strong the guy is... how debilitating the shoulder wound is. You can't give him a chance to grab you.
You march around to the other side of the truck, going around the back in case he gets any cute ideas about shooting you through the windshield or something. You find that door locked, too, but you can reach in through the shattered window and find the lock. Some glass is stubbornly clinging to the window frame, and you prick yourself, reaching through, but that doesn't deter you. The lock should be right there... right? Where is it? You're not familiar with all different types of vehicles, so you're thrown when it's not right there in easy reach. You can see the guy does have a gun in his lap.
Oh, fuck this! You smash at the remaining glass with your gun to give yourself a clear shot, then shoot him in the right leg. He screams in pain, and this time he does pull his hand away from his shoulder to pick up the gun--
You shoot him in the skull. Or, rather, you try to -- you're out of bullets! You duck in plenty of time to avoid his shot. It flies straight over your head. "Jesus fucking Christ!" you curse to yourself, frustrated. You probably have bullets that will fit this pistol, but you don't want to fuck around with that right now. This guy needs to die.
You are not wasting a multi-enemy weapon on the fucker. If he's not going to get out of the truck, he will probably bleed to death, just sitting there... but that could take ages. You have your knife, but you don't want to give him the opportunity to shoot you.
You decide it's best to risk crawling around in front of the truck and searching for a gun off one of the dead hunters. Dude probably can't aim very well anyway, slumped way down in the seat... multiple injuries...
This is taking entirely too long!
You lift the first gun you see, one that feels similar to your 9-millimeter. You creep back over to the passenger door, staying low so the guy can't see you, then you pop up and shoot him squarely in the temple.
...GROSS... Well, someone else can come along and clean this up if they want to use the truck. You'll be taking the van.
But... not yet! You can't leave now. You've just made enough noise to draw Joel to you from... well, you're not sure how far away, but pretty far, you're thinking. Yes, surely Joel will be coming soon! In the meantime, you can get things ready here -- loot all the bodies, search the house. You can fit lots of stuff in a van, assuming it's not full of shit already...
You go check it out. You find some guns in there -- a lot of guns, really -- Tommy and Maria are going to be happy with this stash! Of course, you and Joel can keep whatever you want from it, but you already have more weapons than you really need. You also find rope... clothing... bags you don't bother looking inside of... handcuffs... were those for me? The thought sends a chill shuddering through you. You're not sure why the truck didn't just go deliver you to the two van guys, but you assume the van came back to pick you up. Maybe there were negotiations that needed to take place first.
You still need to be careful, Ellie, you think suddenly... and you swear you're thinking in Joel's voice! There could be other hunters lurking nearby. They might not have all been together. Maybe you didn't get all of them.
You find the van keys still in the ignition (not surprising, as these guys likely weren't planning on being here long). The lights are still on... you don't think that's good. You remember hearing someone in Jackson telling a story involving a car that died after the lights were on for hours. It didn't make sense to you, and Joel had to explain afterward... you totally don't even remember what he said about it now. I'll have to ask him when he shows up! You hit buttons and turn knobs until you find the one that turns them off, then pocket the keys.
You start loading everything of any possible use into the van. Weapons, obviously (you find out which of the motherfuckers had your gun! Yes! It's now back on your person where it belongs), and you might as well take stuff from the house. Clothing, bedding, kitchen shit...
You're carrying a wad of sheets and pillows out when you think you hear someone calling your name. And who else would it be but Joel?! Unless it's wishful thinking... an overactive imagination...
You drop everything you're carrying and whirl around.
If it was actually Joel's voice you heard (because of course he's alive! And of course he found you!), turn to page 264.
If it was just your imagination (because Joel is dead and thus, CAN'T find you... and you'll be lucky just to find his body!), turn to page 266.
Carlos
Date: 2020-06-05 12:33 pm (UTC)Re: Carlos
Date: 2020-06-05 01:08 pm (UTC)