Yeah, something like that

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You sigh. Leaving her here like this would make you as bad as she is.  
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You nod. "I don't trust you." You say. "You're fucking nuts."
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"Honestly," you say. "I don't have time for any of this. I'm going to turn you loose. I'm going to leave." You go over to her, laying the shotgun off to the side. "I don't even care what you did. It's not my business. The world outside is falling the fuck apart, and I came here to find Mikey. He's not here. So I'm going to turn you loose, then I'm leaving."
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She begins to argue but you pick up the shotgun and turn for the door. "Don't even make me warn you what happens if you try to come after me." She doesn't say a word to that. She simply sits where she is and stares at your back as you head out onto the front porch.
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"Just like that?" she says. "With my shotgun?"
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The crowd outside seems to have dispersed. You see dozens still, but they're spread out and have their attention elsewhere. You can finally get to your car and get away from this fruitcake. You check the shotgun inside the car and realize it's completely empty, and you laugh and shake your head. That's about right. You toss it in the backseat, start the car, and drive off into the night.
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*[[take the shotgun. leave her defenseless.]]
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*[[get back to the Park's place quickly]]
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*[[leave the bulky shotgun. trust the woman.]]
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*[[shoot the woman now.]]
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[[Category:The End of the World]]
[[Category:The End of the World]]

Current revision as of 16:21, 28 May 2015

You nod. "I don't trust you." You say. "You're fucking nuts."

She begins to argue but you pick up the shotgun and turn for the door. "Don't even make me warn you what happens if you try to come after me." She doesn't say a word to that. She simply sits where she is and stares at your back as you head out onto the front porch.

The crowd outside seems to have dispersed. You see dozens still, but they're spread out and have their attention elsewhere. You can finally get to your car and get away from this fruitcake. You check the shotgun inside the car and realize it's completely empty, and you laugh and shake your head. That's about right. You toss it in the backseat, start the car, and drive off into the night.


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