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<<set $mod to "Mind Control">><<if $their is "his">><<set $theyre to "he's">><<set $Theyre to "He's">><<set $Their to "His">><</if>><<if $their is "her">><<set $Their to "Her">><<set $theyre to "she's">><<set $Theyre to "She's">><</if>><<if $their is "their">><<set $Their to "Their">><<set $theyre to "they're">><<set $Theyre to "They're">><</if>><<if $their is "xyr">><<set $Their to "Xyr">><<set $theyre to "xe's">><<set $Theyre to "Xe's">><</if>><<if $they is "he">><<set $They to "He">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>><<if $they is "she">><<set $They to "She">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>><<if $they is "they">><<set $They to "They">><<set $is_are to "are">><<set $IS_ARE to "Are">><</if>><<if $they is "xe">><<set $They to "Xe">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>> <<nobr>><center><h1>''Chapter, the First''</h1></center> <center><h2>''$name $surname''</h2></center>You'll never get used to the silence. The city shouldn't sound like this, like nothing. You can still remember the hum of traffic, never ending no matter the time of day; the harsh and shrill cries of construction tools on a site doomed to forever remain incomplete; the steady baseline of music filtering out the doors of a new nightclub. Now it's all gone, the air is cold and empty. The quiet is unnatural. Unsettling. Deafening.<</nobr>> You don't realise how much you get used to something - //how much you'll miss it// - until it's gone. You stare out into the trees from your vantage point, the wilderness dead and quiet. While animals seem to have fled in light of the apocalypse, nature has flourished, reclaiming whatever man-made structure stood in its path. It's confusing to look at what can only be described as a dense and lush forest while standing on the balcony of a fifth floor apartment; you were always told nature would find a way to take back what was taken from it, you just never thought you'd live to see it. You're pulled from your reverie by your name being called. You turn around and see Felix making his way across the balcony, his brows knitted together in concentration as he weaves through the scattered furniture. You first met him in high school when he tripped walking towards class and brought you down with him. You've been best friends ever since and though this isn't exactly how you imagined your lives going, you're glad you have him by your side. He joins you at the railing, glancing between your face and the trees. "You've been out here a while," he states. "See anything?" <<set $meet_felix to true>> <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-1">><</button>></center>

<<link "''Dossiers''" "characters">><</link>> <<link "''Relationships''">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Relationships"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("relationships").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <<link "Inventory">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Inventory"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("inventory").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <<link "Credits">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Credits"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

<<set $name to "">> <<set $surname to "">> <<set $initial to "">> <<set $nickname to "">> <<set $mod to "">> <<set $mod_feel to "">> <<set $gender to "">> <<set $they to "">> <<set $theyre to "">> <<set $Theyre to "">> <<set $They to "">> <<set $them to "">> <<set $their to "">> <<set $Their to "">> <<set $theirs to "">> <<set $themself to "">> <<set $is_are to "">> <<set $IS_ARE to "">> <<set $s to "">> <<set $weapon to "">> <<set $skin to "">> <<set $eye to "">> <<set $body to "">> <<set $height to "">> <<set $hair_length to "">> <<set $hair_colour to "">> <<set $hair_texture to "">> <<set $kelly_gender to "">> <<set $illustrations to "">> <<set $art to false>> <<set $meet_baxter to false>> <<set $meet_rae to false>> <<set $meet_kelly to false>> <<set $meet_blair to false>> <<set $meet_alaric to false>> <<set $meet_dakota to false>> <<set $meet_felix to false>> <<set $meet_monroe to false>> <<set $meet_quinn to false>> <<set $deer_choice to false>> <<set $kill_deer to false>> <<set $go_with_baxter to false>> <<set $go_with_rae to false>> <<set $baxter_kidnapped to false>> <<set $baxter_killed to false>> <<set $rae_kidnapped to false>> <<set $baxter_killed to false>> <<set $baxter_status to "Alive">> <<set $rae_status to "Alive">> <<set $kelly_status to "Alive">> <<set $blair_status to "Alive">> <<set $alaric_status to "Alive">> <<set $dakota_status to "Injured">> <<set $felix_status to "Alive">> <<set $monroe_status to "Alive">> <<set $quinn_status to "Alive">> <<set $baxter_relationship to "">> <<set $rae_relationship to "">> <<set $kelly_relationship to "">> <<set $blair_relationship to "">> <<set $alaric_relationship to "">> <<set $ruthless to "50">> <<set $merciful to "50">> <<set $tactless to "50">> <<set $calculating to "50">> <<set $sarcastic to "50">> <<set $genuine to "50">> <<set $baxter_military to false>> <<set $baxter_family to false>> <<set $baxter_mod to false>> <<set $baxter_leg to false>> <<set $baxter_life to false>> <<set $baxter_face to false>> <<set $rae_insult to "">> <<set $forced_leave_baxter to false>> <<set $forced_leave_rae to false>> <<set $leave_baxter to false>> <<set $leave_rae to false>> <<set $epipen to false>> <<set $pain_killers to false>> <<set $bandages to false>> <<set $antibiotics to false>> <<set $antiseptic to false>> <<set $antiseptic_wipes to false>> <<set $tourniquet to false>> <<set $blanket to false>> <<set $pump to false>> <<set $antipsychotics to false>> <<set $puzzles to false>> <<set $knife to false>> <<set $extra_ammo to false>> <<set $bax_rom to "">> <<set $rae_rom to "">> <<set $kel_rom to "">> <<set $bla_rom to "">> <<set $ric_rom to "">> <<set $lose_arm to false>> <<set $lose_leg to false>> <<set $cut_arm to false>> <<set $pull_arm to false>> <<set $cut_leg to false>> <<set $pull_leg to false>> <<set $vent to false>> <<set $lie_to_blair to false>> <<set $blair_mistrust to false>> <<set $q_ship to "0">> <<set $mc_mod to "0">> <<set $kiss_bax to false>> <<set $kiss_rae to false>>

<<nobr>><<set $tactless = 50>><<set $calculating = 50>><<set $sarcastic = 50>><<set $genuine = 50>><<set $merciful = 50>><<set $ruthless = 50>><<set $arrogant = 50>><<set $humble = 50>><<set $meet_baxter to false>><<set $meet_rae to false>><<set $meet_kelly to false>><<set $meet_blair to false>><<set $meet_alaric to false>><<set $meet_dakota to false>><<set $meet_felix to false>><<set $meet_monroe to false>><<set $meet_quinn to false>><<set $deer_choice to false>><<set $kill_deer to false>><<set $go_with_baxter to false>><<set $go_with_rae to false>><<set $baxter_kidnapped to false>><<set $baxter_killed to false>><<set $rae_kidnapped to false>><<set $baxter_killed to false>><<set $epipen to false>><<set $pain_killers to false>><<set $bandages to false>><<set $antibiotics to false>><<set $antiseptic to false>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to false>><<set $tourniquet to false>><<set $blanket to false>><<set $pump to false>><<set $antipsychotics to false>><<set $magazine to false>><<set $puzzles to false>><<set $knife to false>><<set $extra_ammo to false>><<set $bax_rom to "0">><<set $rae_rom to "0">><<set $kel_rom to "0">><<set $bla_rom to "0">><<set $ric_rom to "0">><<set $forced_leave_rae to false>><<set $forced_leave_baxter to false>><<set $leave_rae to false>><<set $leave_baxter to false>><<set $vent to false>><<set $lose_arm to false>><<set $lose_leg to false>><<set $cut_arm to false>><<set $pull_arm to false>><<set $cut_leg to false>><<set $pull_leg to false>><<set $lie_to_blair to false>><<set $q_ship to "0">><<set $mc_mod to "0">><<set $s to "">><<set $blair_mistrust to false>><<set $kiss_bax to false>><<set $kiss_rae to false>><center><h1>TWO SIDES OF A ROBOT WAR</h1></center> <i>In the post apocalyptic world of 2078, humanity has all but been wiped out by World War III. A war between the genetically modified and the mechanically enhanced, the number of survivors is limited, unknown and dying slowly.</i><</nobr>> <i>Being humanities last saving grace, you're ready to put an end to the death and destruction. You're determined to stop this war, prepared to die to save those who remain. The question remains though; how successful will you be?</i> <b>Two Sides of a Robot War</b> is an interactive novel in which you play as the main character; the only person capable of stopping the war between Androids and Mods. There are five romanceable characters: Baxter Marx, the Muscle; Rae Calvert, the Brains; Kelly Lightwood, the Enemy; Blair Hadden, the Wildcard; and Alaric Vance, the Leader. Kelly is gender selectable; set Kelly to <<cycle "$kelly_gender" autoselect>> <<option "female">> <<option "male">> <<option "nonbinary">> <</cycle>>. Keep illustrations <<cycle "$illustrations" autoselect>> <<option "on">> <<option "off">> <</cycle>>. <center><<button "Create Your Character" "name">><</button>></center>

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''Cheyenne Rosario''

''Two Sides of a Robot War''

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<<if $illustrations is "on">><<set $art to true>><</if>>What is your first name? <center><<button "Penelope" "next name">><<set $name to "Penelope">><</button>> <<button "Lucas" "next name">><<set $name to "Lucas">><</button>> <<button "Jessie" "next name">><<set $name to "Jessie">><</button>></center> <center><<textbox "$name" "">> <<button "Next" "next name">><</button>></center>

<center>What is your first initial?</center> <center>''[Please capitalise. Example: "B" for Baxter.]''</center> <center><<textbox "$initial" "">></center> <center>What is your nickname?</center> <center>''[If you don't have one, re-enter your first name.]''</center> <center><<textbox "$nickname" "">></center> <center><<button "Next" "last name">><</button>></center>

What is your last name? <center><<button "Newton" "your character">><<set $surname to "Newton">><</button>> <<button "Sommers" "your character">><<set $surname to "Sommers">><</button>> <<button "Danbrook" "your character">><<set $surname to "Danbrook">><</button>></center> <center><<textbox "$surname" "">> <<button "Next" "your character">><</button>></center>

You are a <<cycle "$gender" autoselect>> <<option "man">> <<option "woman">> <<option "a nonbinary person">> <</cycle>> and you use <<cycle "$they" autoselect>> <<option "he">> <<option "she">> <<option "they">> <<option "xe">> <</cycle>> / <<cycle "$them" autoselect>> <<option "him">> <<option "her">> <<option "them">> <<option "xem">> <</cycle>> / <<cycle "$their" autoselect>> <<option "his">> <<option "her">> <<option "their">> <<option "xyr">> <</cycle>> pronouns. Your <<link "//Genetic Modification//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Genetic Modification"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gm").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> is: <center><<button "Mind Control" "One - MC">><</button>> <<button "Sense Removal" "One - SR">><</button>> <<button "X-ray Vision" "One - XRV">><</button>></center>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>Select a character</h1></center> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">$name $surname</div>' 'main character'>><</link>></center> <<if $meet_alaric is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Alaric Vance</div>' 'alaric'>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $meet_baxter is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Baxter Marx</div>' 'baxter'>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $meet_blair is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Blair Hadden</div>' 'blair'>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $meet_dakota is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Dakota $surname</div>' 'dakota'>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $meet_felix is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Felix Plympton</div>' 'felix'>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $meet_kelly is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kelly Lightwood</div>' 'kelly'>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $meet_monroe is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Monroe $surname</div>' 'monroe'>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $meet_quinn is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Quinn Darby</div>' 'quinn'>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $meet_rae is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Rae Calvert</div>' 'rae'>><</link>></center><</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Return to game</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Target</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' $surname, $name "$nickname"</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' <<if $gender is "man">>Male<</if>><<if $gender is "woman">>Female<</if>><<if $gender is "nonbinary">>Nonbinary<</if>></div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 29</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' <<if $mod is "Mind Control">><<link "//Mind Control//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mind Control"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mc").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><</if>><<if $mod is "Sense Removal">><<link "//Sense Removal//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sense Removal"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sr").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><</if>><<if $mod is "X-ray Vision">><<link "//X-ray Vision//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("X-ray Vision"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("xrv").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><</if>></div> <div class="list-item">''About $initial. $surname:'' $name has $eye eyes. $Their weapon of choice is <<if $weapon is "bow">>a bow and arrow.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>a crossbow.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>two Smith & Wesson hand guns.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>an AR-15 rifle.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>$their mod.<</if>></div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' B. Marx; D. $surname; F. Plympton; M. $surname; R. Calvert.</div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' Alive</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' Extremely high</div> </div> <center><h2>Personality</h2></center> <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Ruthless $ruthless%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Merciful $merciful%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="ruthless_stat"></div> </div></div> <div class="stat-bar-group"> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-left">Tactless $tactless%</div> <div class="stat-bar-overlay-right">Calculating $calculating%</div> <div class="stat-bar" id="tactless_stat"></div> </div></div> <center><h2>Critical Decisions</h2></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item"><<if $kill_deer is true>>You decided to kill the deer.<</if>><<if $kill_deer is false>>You decided to leave the deer alone.<</if>></div> <div class="list-item"><<if $leave_baxter is true>>You willingly left Baxter behind.<</if>> <<if $leave_rae is true>>You willingly left Rae behind.<</if>> <<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>You were forced to leave Baxter behind.<</if>> <<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>You were forced to leave Rae behind.<</if>></div> <div class="list-item"><<if $cut_arm is true>>You let Quinn cut your arm off, freeing you from the rubble.<</if>> <<if $pull_arm is true>>You let Quinn amputate your arm, freeing you from the rubble.<</if>> <<if $cut_leg is true>>You let Quinn cut your leg off, freeing you from the rubble.<</if>> <<if $pull_leg is true>>You let Quinn amputate your leg, freeing you from the rubble.<</if>></div> <div class="list-item"><<if $lie_to_blair is true>>You lied to Blair about your mod.<</if>></div> </div><</nobr>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Leader</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' Vance, Alaric</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' Male</div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 29</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' <<link "//Death Sensory//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Death Sensory"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("ds").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></div> <div class="list-item">''About A. Vance:'' Alaric has short, curly black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He has beige skin, brown eyes and a toned body type, and he stands at 5'10 (182cm). He is a skilled fighter and hunter, adept at setting traps and archery.</div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' </div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $alaric_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' Medium</div> </div> <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/Alaric.png"></center><</if>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Muscle</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' Marx, Baxter "Gunner" Silas</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' Male</div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 34</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' <<link "//Electric Conductivity//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Electric Conductivity"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("ec_b").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></div> <div class="list-item">''About B. Marx:'' Baxter has dirty blond hair that's short and straight, and a clean shaven face. He has fair skin, blue eyes and a very muscular build. He stands at 6'5 (196cm) and his right leg is a genetically engineered prosthetic. He is a highly skilled fighter, relying almost entirely on his military training despite having the Genetic Modification to conduct and expel electricity from his body. He prefers firearms to other weapons, specifically favoring sniper rifles.</div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' $initial. $surname; D. $surname; F. Plympton; M. $surname; R. Calvert.</div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $baxter_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' High</div> </div> <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/Baxter.png"></center><</if>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Wildcard</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' Hadden, Blair</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' Female</div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 27</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' N/A</div> <div class="list-item">''About B. Hadden:'' Blair has wavy midlength auburn hair that she typically wears tied up. She has fair skin, green eyes and a slim build despite being eight months pregnant. She stands at 5'1" (157cm). She is a pacifist by nature and will do everything in her power to avoid violence, meaning her skills with weapons are nonexistent.</div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' Q. Darby.</div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $blair_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' Low</div> </div> <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/Blair.png"></center><</if>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Sister</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' $surname, Dakota</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' Female</div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 31</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' <<link "//Light Manipulation//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Light Manipulation"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lm").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></div> <div class="list-item">''About D. $surname:'' Dakota relies heavily on traditional fighting methods despite being modded. She's better at hand-to-hand combat but she also wields a rifle. Her ability to manipulate light is better off as a defensive tactic though it can prove useful in certain situations.</div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' $initial. $surname; B. Marx; F. Plympton; M. $surname; R. Calvert.</div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $dakota_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' Mid</div> </div> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Best Friend</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' Plympton, Felix</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' Male</div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 29</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' N/A</div> <div class="list-item">''About F. Plympton:'' Felix has pitch black hair that's straight, cut short on the sides and longer on the top. He has bronze skin, brown eyes and a very lanky build. He stands at 5'5 (165cm) and has top surgery scars on his chest. Though he isn't modded, he's a sufficient fighter with his expertise in explosives. His short range weapon of choice is a double bladed axe.</div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' $initial. $surname; B. Marx; D. $surname; M. $surname; R. Calvert.</div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $felix_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' Low</div> </div> <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/Felix.png"></center><</if>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Enemy</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' Lightwood, Kelly</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' <<if $kelly_gender is "male">>Male<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "female">>Female<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "nonbinary">>Non-binary<</if>></div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 30</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' [REDACTED]</div> <div class="list-item">''About K. Lightwood:'' </div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' </div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $kelly_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' High</div> </div> <<if $art is true>><<if $kelly_gender is "male">><center><img src="images/m!Kelly.png"></center><</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "nonbinary">><center><img src="images/m!Kelly.png"></center><</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "female">><center><img src="images/f!Kelly.png"></center><</if>><</if>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Father</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' $surname, Monroe</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' Male</div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 56</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' N/A</div> <div class="list-item">''About M. $surname:'' In the old world, Monroe was a licensed doctor, specifically a general surgeon. Though he's not much of a fighter, he holds plenty of medical knowledge that has proven time and again to be incredibly useful. No one in your party would be alive if it weren't for him.</div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' $initial. $surname; B. Marx; D. $surname; F. Plympton; R. Calvert.</div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $monroe_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' Low</div> </div> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Outcast</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' Darby, Quinn</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' Female</div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 31</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' <<link "//Healing Touch//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Healing Touch"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("ht").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></div> <div class="list-item">''About Q. Darby:'' Quinn has short and shaggy blue-black hair, pale skin, green eyes and a lean build, standing at 5'3 (164cm). She has burn scars on the right side of her face that she received after surviving a house fire in her youth, subsequently leaving her blind in her right eye. She can be hot headed at times, tending to let her anger guide her thoughts and actions. She is more adept with close range weapons, using a staff as her preferred weapon.</div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' B. Hadden</div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $quinn_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' Medium</div> </div> <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/Quinn.png"></center><</if>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <center><h1>The Brains</h1></center> <div class="list"> <div class="list-item">''Name:'' Calvert, Rae</div> <div class="list-item">''Gender:'' Female</div> <div class="list-item">''Age:'' 31</div> <div class="list-item">''Genetic Modification:'' <<link "//Elemental Control//">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Elemental Control"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("ec_r").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>></div> <div class="list-item">''About R. Calvert:'' Rae has dark brown hair that's long and wavy, typically worn in a braid. She has beige skin, hazel eyes and a lean build, standing at 5'9 (175cm). She is highly intelligent and knowledgable in many fields, especially biochemistry. She prefers to rely on her intellect moreso than her Genetic Modification, though she will use it if necessary.</div> <div class="list-item">''Known Associates:'' $initial. $surname; B. Marx; D. $surname; F. Plympton; M. $surname.</div> <div class="list-item">''Status:'' $rae_status</div> <div class="list-item">''Threat Assessment:'' High</div> </div> <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/Rae.png"></center><</if>> <center><<button '<div class="choice-item">Go Back</div>'>><<run Engine.backward()>><</button>></center> <</nobr>>

<<if $meet_baxter is true>>$baxter_relationship<</if>> <<if $meet_rae is true>>$rae_relationship<</if>>

<<if $weapon is "bow">>A bow and a quiver of arrows<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>A crossbow and a quiver of bolts<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>Two handguns<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>A rifle<</if>> <<if $knife is true>>A hunting knife<</if>> <<if $epipen is true>>An epipen<</if>> <<if $pain_killers is true>>Pain killers<</if>> <<if $bandages is true>>Bandages<</if>> <<if $antibiotics is true>>Antibiotics<</if>> <<if $antiseptic is true>>Antiseptic cream<</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is true>>Antiseptic wipes<</if>> <<if $tourniquet is true>>A tourniquet<</if>> <<if $blanket is true>>An emergency blanket<</if>> <<if $pump is true>>An Asthma pump<</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is true>>Antipsychotics<</if>> <<if $puzzles is true>>A puzzle book<</if>>

The ability to alter a person's thoughts and control their mind. ''Negative effects:'' the longer and more intensely the user employs this mod, the higher the risk of the user losing their own mind/sanity.

The ability to remove a person's senses (sight, scent, touch, taste, hearing) for a period of time. ''Negative effects:'' the user will lose the same sense they've taken for that period of time.

The ability to see through solid objects and organic matter. ''Negative effects:'' the mod is permanent; the user is not able to switch 'x-ray vision' and 'normal vision'.

The ability to conduct and expel electricty from one's body. ''Negative effects:'' the user is not able to control or direct the electricty in any specific way. This mod is volatile and should only be employed in dire situations.

The ability to manipulate the natural elements. ''Negative effects:'' the user will feel as if they are being 'tortured' by the element they are manipulating, though physically they will remain unharmed. For example; the manipulation of water will result in a feeling of drowning.

The ability to create, shape and manipulate visible light. ''Negative effects:'' this mod cannot be employed on large scales and is limited to enclosed spaces.

The ability to sense the approach of death. ''Negative effects:'' the user is unable to tell who's death specifically they are sensing, nor are they able to use this mod on themselves.

The ability to heal wounds simply by touching them. ''Negative effects:'' the user is unable to use this mod on themselves and prolonged touch on non-wounded skin will result in overhealing and irreversible damage.

"Not yet," you reply with a shake of your head, letting your eyes return to the trees, scanning them for any signs of life. "It's like everything's frozen; it's eerie. But..." you trail off, trying to find the words to describe your feelings. He looks at you expectantly but he doesn't push you to continue. "Something //is// out there. I can feel it." He hums under his breath and looks back at the trees. "You're right. It feels wrong... like your heart's stopped beating but the blood's somehow still flowing." You nod, unable to speak and he sighs. "I don't think anything'll change. Let's go back inside." As soon as the words leave his lips, there's movement in the brush. Something's in there, moving and you stand frozen in place as the branches shake, leaves crackling beneath footsteps. For a moment nothing comes into view and the air is still until you see it; two black eyes staring up at you from behind a shroud of bushes. You quickly realise that it's a deer. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/deer_normal.png"></center><</if>> Felix shifts on his feet and clears his throat before speaking softly. "Is it real?" "I don't know." It's difficult to tell; it has no discernible thoughts that you can hear or take control of but then again, you don't really know if that's common for animals or if your mod even works on them. You were still trying to get a handle on your new abilities when everything went to shit so you hadn't had the chance to test them out on anyone or thing and by the time you learned to control them, all animals had vanished. "What should we do then?" <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; I don\'t care if it\'s real or not.\"</div>' 'mc 1-2-1'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; I want to know if it\'s real.\"</div>' 'mc 1-2-2'>><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should leave it; it\'s wrong to kill it.\"</div>' 'mc 1-2-3'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should leave it; maybe we could observe it.\"</div>' 'mc 1-2-4'>><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to true>>Felix frowns but he doesn't say anything to stop you, watching on in silence as you pick up your gun from where you'd propped it up against the railing and level it on the deer's head. It doesn't move or react and you can't help but think that it stands unnaturally still, almost as if it's made of stone. You pull the trigger, the shot ringing out through the trees, and the bullet meets its target. The deer doesn't fall as it should, however, and instead of blood pouring from the wound, the shine of steel is now visible beneath it's hide, sparks flying from where the bullet ripped through it's head. You're not sure why you never thought Androids mechanically enhancing animals would be a possibility but seeing it now, you know you made the right choice. //"What the fuck?"// is all Felix can manage to say, the words muttered under his breath. You doubt he'd thought cyber animals were a possibility either. //What the fuck// indeed... You sling the strap of your gun over your shoulder and after another glance at the still standing deer, you start for the door leading back into the apartment, Felix following behind you. The apartment is in relatively good shape despite everything; whoever lived here previously left swiftly and without struggle. And though the cupboards have all been picked clean, most of the furniture is still intact even if some of it is in disarray. Since you don't plan on staying here for very long, you've only somewhat straightened up the common area. Your sister, Dakota sits on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table. Your father sits next to her, tending to the wound on her shin, the skin torn near to shreds from a bear trap that had long been left behind in the woods. Your group had been forced to make a stop here in this apartment building because of that but you're not complaining; you could do with sleeping on something other than the cold dirt for once. She smiles when she sees you though it seems forced. She's pale and sweaty, blood still pouring from her leg and onto the carpet; she's in a lot of pain, that much is obvious, but you have to have hope that she'll be fine. She's lost a lot of blood already but your father was a licensed doctor before the war; if anyone can help her, it's him.<<set $meet_dakota to true>><<set $meet_monroe to true>> <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to true>>Felix nods and watches on in silence as you pick up your gun from where you'd propped it up against the railing and level it on the deer's head. It doesn't move or react and you can't help but think that it stands unnaturally still, almost as if it's made of stone. You pull the trigger, the shot ringing out through the trees, and the bullet meets its target. The deer doesn't fall as it should, however, and instead of blood pouring from the wound, the shine of steel is now visible beneath it's hide, sparks flying from where the bullet ripped through it's head. You're not sure why you never thought Androids mechanically enhancing animals would be a possibility but seeing it now, you know you made the right choice. //"What the fuck?"// is all Felix can manage to say, the words muttered under his breath. You doubt he'd thought cyber animals were a possibility either. //What the fuck// indeed... You sling the strap of your gun over your shoulder and after another glance at the still standing deer, you start for the door leading back into the apartment, Felix following behind you. The apartment is in relatively good shape despite everything; whoever lived here previously left swiftly and without struggle. And though the cupboards have all been picked clean, most of the furniture is still intact even if some of it is in disarray. Since you don't plan on staying here for very long, you've only somewhat straightened up the common area. Your sister, Dakota sits on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table. Your father sits next to her, tending to the wound on her shin, the skin torn near to shreds from a bear trap that had long been left behind in the woods. Your group had been forced to make a stop here in this apartment building because of that but you're not complaining; you could do with sleeping on something other than the cold dirt for once. She smiles when she sees you though it seems forced. She's pale and sweaty, blood still pouring from her leg and onto the carpet; she's in a lot of pain, that much is obvious, but you have to have hope that she'll be fine. She's lost a lot of blood already but your father was a licensed doctor before the war; if anyone can help her, it's him.<<set $meet_dakota to true>><<set $meet_monroe to true>> <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to false>>Felix frowns but he doesn't say anything to stop you as you pick up your gun from where you'd propped it up against the railing and sling the strap over your shoulder. You know he doesn't agree with you about leaving it alone but you can't force yourself to kill an innocent animal. There's already enough death in the world as is, you don't want to needlessly add to it. He follows you inside without another exchanged between you. The apartment is in relatively good shape despite everything; whoever lived here previously left swiftly and without struggle. And though the cupboards have all been picked clean, most of the furniture is still intact even if some of it is in disarray. Since you don't plan on staying here for very long, you've only somewhat straightened up the common area. Your sister, Dakota sits on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table. Your father sits next to her, tending to the wound on her shin, the skin torn near to shreds from a bear trap that had long been left behind in the woods. Your group had been forced to make a stop here in this apartment building because of that but you're not complaining; you could do with sleeping on something other than the cold dirt for once. She smiles when she sees you though it seems forced. She's pale and sweaty, blood still pouring from her leg and onto the carpet; she's in a lot of pain, that much is obvious, but you have to have hope that she'll be fine. She's lost a lot of blood already but your father was a licensed doctor before the war; if anyone can help her, it's him.<<set $meet_dakota to true>><<set $meet_monroe to true>> <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-3">><</button>></center>

Felix shrugs and together you watch the deer in silence. It stares at you in return, unblinking and unmoving. Several minutes go by, passed in mutual silence, without the deer moving. Felix heaves a sigh before turning to face you. "Well, that was a waste of time," he says. "What now?" <center><<button "We should kill it; all androids deserve to die." "mc 1-2-1">><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><</button>></center> <center><<button "We should kill it; it could lead other androids to us." "mc 1-2-2">><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>><</button>></center> <center><<button "We should leave it; it's wrong to kill it." "mc 1-2-3">><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>><</button>></center>

<<if $kill_deer is true>>"All clear," you say as you sink into a chair across from the couch, propping your gun against the coffee table. Felix leans against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches Dakota, a look of concern on his face.<</if>><<if $kill_deer is false>>"All clear," you say, sharing a knowing glance with Felix as you sink into a chair across from the couch, propping your gun against the coffee table. Felix leans against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches Dakota, a look of concern on his face.<</if>> Your father looks up at you just as the front door opens and Baxter strides in the apartment, Rae following him and shutting the door behind them both. Both armed with rifles and deadly serious facial expressions, you'd swear they were just fighting in trenches, watching their fellow soldiers fall. You suppose, technically, that that's what they are, what you all are; soldiers.<<set $meet_baxter to true>><<set $meet_rae to true>> "Building's empty," Baxter says as he comes to stand beside the coffee table. "No people //or// supplies," Rae grunts as she sits down on a barstool at the counter. "The place is a ghost town." "I was afraid of that," your father sighs. Rae looks down at Dakota's mangled leg with a blank look on her face. Though she seems to not care, you know she cares a great deal. She is as close to Dakota as you are to Felix. They met in university when they were assigned as roommates, quickly becoming friends and growing closer as time went on. The apocalypse only made them even more inseparable. <center>''[How do you feel about Rae?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You want to get to know her better.🤍</div>' 'mc 1-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">She\'s nice.</div>' 'mc 1-4-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You\'ve never really thought about it.</div>' 'mc 1-4-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t like her.</div>' 'mc 1-4-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with her.">><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You've always liked Rae, perhaps slightly //more// than a friend should. You can't deny the attraction you feel for her but you're not sure how you'd tell her as much without coming off as Dakota's annoying younger sibling. For now, you'll have to suffice with whatever time you //do// get to spend together. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs and as his eyebrows knit together, his forehead creasing in worry, you can't help but think he looks a lot older than he is. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns his stern <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes onto her. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." Rae arches an eyebrow at her friend, though a small smile graces her lips. "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in furthering your friendship with her.">>You genuinely think Rae is an interesting and nice person, and that one day, you could be as close friends as she and your sister are. She's an important part of your group and you want to put in more effort to get to know her better, since you really only know the surface stuff. If she'll let you, that is. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs and as his eyebrows knit together, his forehead creasing in worry, you can't help but think he looks a lot older than he is. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns his stern <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes onto her. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." Rae arches an eyebrow at her friend, though a small smile graces her lips. "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You don't have an opinion about ''Rae''.">>Rae is Dakota's friend through and through. You've never thought about her as anything more than that and you suppose that's where your nonchalance stems from. She's nothing more or less than simply a person you know, though you use the term 'know' very loosely. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs and as his eyebrows knit together, his forehead creasing in worry, you can't help but think he looks a lot older than he is. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns his stern <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes onto her. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." Rae arches an eyebrow at her friend, though a small smile graces her lips. "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You don't like ''Rae'' and don't want to get to know her any better.">>Rae is smart, there's no denying that, but she tends to act as though as she's the smartest person in the room, and while there may be some truth to that, it's not exactly a fair statement. She comes across as arrogant, as if only she knows what's best for the group which is why you don't really like her that much and you don't see that changing any time soon. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs and as his eyebrows knit together, his forehead creasing in worry, you can't help but think he looks a lot older than he is. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns his stern <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes onto her. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." Rae arches an eyebrow at her friend, though a small smile graces her lips. "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-5">><</button>></center>

Silence envelopes the room as you all think over your next options. You could stay here or leave and look for something more secure but either way; you need a plan. You find yourself watching Baxter, knowing that whatever plan you //do// go with will most likely come from him. It's been that way since you met him and while following him has yet to lead you astray, no winning streak can go on forever. <center>''[What do you think of Baxter?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You trust him.🤍</div>' 'mc 1-6-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You like him well enough.</div>' 'mc 1-6-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t think about him at all.</div>' 'mc 1-6-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t trust him.</div>' 'mc 1-6-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>Baxter has done so much, //sacrificed// so much to help your group and that's not something you can just over look. But more so than that, you like him... a lot, actually. He's handsome, brave and he has a personality beneath it all, surprisingly. He's more optimistic than he should be in your present circumstance but his steady flow of smiles and jokes are necessary for morale. You trust with him your life; you just hope it won't come down to that any time soon. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father and his blue eyes alight with determination. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>You like Baxter and you think you've become quite good friends in the time that you've known each other. He can be a bit of a goof at times but you think it's necessary when everything else is always so serious. Plus, it helps that he's a great fighter and his mod adds a very much needed extra layer of defense - even though you've never actually seen him use it. To be honest, you don't even think you'd have made it this far without his help and simply for that fact, he's good in your books. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father and his blue eyes alight with determination. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You don't have an opinion on ''Baxter''.">>The thing about Baxter is that while he's a good fighter, you don't really think about him as more than a soldier. Despite the amount of time that he's been with you, it still doesn't feel like he's a part of the group. He's not exactly a friend and he's definitely not an enemy; he's just kind of... there. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father and his blue eyes alight with determination. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>Despite all that he's done to protect you and keep you alive, you still don't trust him all that much. You were never convinced that the government or military had no hand in the creation of mods, Androids or the apocalypse. It just didn't make sense to you. And when none of the attempts at trying to put a stop to the madness worked, it all seemed a little too convenient to you. Baxter knows more about things than he lets on and for that reason, you not only don't trust him, but you really don't like him either. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father and his blue eyes alight with determination. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-7">><</button>></center>

Your father regards the soldier in suspicion. "Why?" "We can go on a supply run." Baxter glances briefly at Felix, Rae and you before looking back at your father. "Hopefully the four of us can get what you need." "No," he replies and the finality in his voice feels almost like a slap in the face. "No?" Baxter echoes. "It's too dangerous." "Everything we //do// is dangerous. Hell, just being alive is dangerous." The two of them stare at each other for a moment, willing the other to back down but ultimately it's your father who does. "Then I'll go," he says, hesitating a glance at you. "Instead of $name." At this you frown, your lips parting as you prepare to defend yourself and your abilities when Baxter beats you to it. "With all due respect, sir," he starts and when you look at him, you can almost see him melting back into the persona of a soldier addressing a higher officer. "If it came down to it, I'd much rather have $name behind me in a fight. Your skills are better use here, with your daughter." Baxter then meets your eyes and slowly, everyone else turns their attention to you. It appears to be your turn to speak. Ignoring the rest of the group, you look down at your father and think of what you want to say. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Dakota needs this stuff, Dad.\"</div>' 'mc 1-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'ll be fine.\"</div>' 'mc 1-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"You have to trust me.\"</div>' 'mc 1-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>>He looks back at Dakota and you can hear his mind racing, his thoughts bouncing between the possible outcomes of letting you go and forcing you to stay. Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile but you know that this the exact type of thing that you //can't// promise. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-9">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>It's technically not something you can promise him, but you have to believe that it's true. He looks back at Dakota and you can hear his mind racing, his thoughts bouncing between the possible outcomes of letting you go and forcing you to stay. Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-9">><</button>></center>

You're not a child anymore, he can't protect you and it's time he realised as much. He looks back at Dakota and you can hear his mind racing, his thoughts bouncing between the possible outcomes of letting you go and forcing you to stay. Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile but Iyou know that this the exact type of thing that you //can't// promise. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-9">><</button>></center>

The bedroom is small; fitting only two single beds, a dresser and a book shelve. The walls are painted baby pink with accents of white, the sheets are lilac and the carpet is combination of pastel colours. You can only make assumptions about those that used to occupy this room but if one thing is clear, it's that they were either children or just very young. And for some reason that makes standing in here even more eerie. You take a deep breath and shake off the strange, hollow feeling before moving to bed on which your bag sits. You empty the contents onto the bed and select from them only the items you'll need for the supply run. You put on your bullet proof vest first before moving onto a select few pieces of your body armour; your arm and leg guards. With this, your back and stomach are still exposed, but the full outfit is too bulky for this mission when you might need to make a quick escape. When you've secured the pieces in place, you move onto weapons. You'd left your rifle in the living room, but you have other options to choose from. <center>''[This choice locks in your preferred weapon.]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your bow and arrows</div>' 'mc 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "bow">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your crossbow</div>' 'mc 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "crossbow">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your hand guns</div>' 'mc 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "handguns">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your rifle</div>' 'mc 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "rifle">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You prefer to rely on your mod</div>' 'mc 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "mod">><</link>></center> </div>

<<if $weapon is "bow">>You count your arrows, each specifically designed to take down androids, before you strap the quiver to your back. You only have a few dozen arrows and since it's unlikely you'll get any of them back when you fire them, you need to use them sparingly. You pick up your bow and the metal feels cool against your skin. You're used to feel it, the weight of it is comfortable in your hand and you can't help but wonder if you would still love archery as much if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You admire the metal detail work on your bow one last time before you sling the strap of your now empty bag over your shoulder and head for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You load a bolt into your crossbow before packing the rest of them back in your bag, each specifically designed to take down androids. You don't have many of them, only a little over a dozen, so you'll have to use them sparingly, but you know you'll manage, especially with the others by your side. You pull your bag onto your back before picking up your crossbow once more. You're used to feel it, the weight of it is comfortable in your hand and you can't help but wonder if you would have ever thought to use one if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You admire the metal detail work on your crossbow one last time before you head for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You make sure each gun has a full magazine before securing them in the holsters on your thighs. You only have enough bullets left to reload one gun if need be and since it's unlikely you'll come across an artillery store that //hasn't// been picked clean; you'll have to think smart about how you shoot. As you turn over the spare magazine in your hand, you can't help but wonder if you would have ever even picked up a gun if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You throw the magazine in your bag and slide the straps over your shoulders before heading for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>With your rifle still sitting in the living room, you try to remember how many bullets are still in its magazine. Since artillery is so difficult to come by, it's good to keep track of these things lest you be blindsided when you run out. As far you recall, you've only fired your rifle <<if $kill_deer is false>>twice since switching the magazine, which would leave you with twenty-eight bullets.<</if>><<if $kill_deer is true>>three times since switching the magazine - the third being today - which would leave you with twenty-seven bullets.<</if>> That should be enough to get you through this supply run but you grab your spare magazine in case. You'll only be able reload once if you run out so you'll have to think smart about how you shoot. As you turn over the magazine in your hand, you can't help but wonder if you would have ever even picked up a gun if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You throw the magazine in your bag and slide the straps over your shoulders before heading for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>While your handle on your mod was very weak in the beginning, you've gotten better at pushing its limits. Initially, you would have be right next to the person to control or manipulate their thoughts; now it doesn't matter how far away you are as long as you can still seem them. You've also gotten better at working on a grander scale; where your mod could only affect one person, it can now affect dozens. Occasionally, you'll think about the negative effects you were warned about and it <<cycle "$mod_feel" autoselect>> <<option "concerns you">> <<option "doesn't concern you">> <</cycle>>. You can't help but wonder, however, if you would have ever honed your abilities as much if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You slide the straps of your now empty bag over your shoulders and head for the door.<</if>> The others are waiting for you by the front door and you give your father and Dakota each a quick hug<<if $weapon is "rifle">>, grabbing your gun in the process,<</if>> before following the three of them out the apartment. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-11">><</button>></center>

The roads are barren, littered with broken cars, overgrown vines and weeds, and dead bodies. Abandoned buildings covered in graffiti proclaiming the end of the world. It's not the end yet, not so long as you're still here, but you dare say that you're cutting it close. Broken glass and gravel crunch under your boots as you move forward. You're still not used to the quiet but out here in the open, it's magnified ten fold. Taking a deep breath, you hazard a glance at your companion. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Baxter</div>' 'mc 1-baxter'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Rae</div>' 'mc 1-rae'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $go_with_baxter to true>>The four of you had been together not so long ago until you reached a cross-section and decided to split up to save time. You chose to go with Baxter and after promising to meet back at the cross-section in an hour - no excuses - you set off. He meets your eyes and an easy-going smile spreads across his face as he moves closer to you. Though you return his smile, it does little to calm your nerves. He clears his throat as he adjusts his grip on his rifle. "I'm glad you chose to come with me," he says, looking away from you and back at the road. "Really? Why?" He lifts his shoulders and smiles again, though it's more to himself than anything. "I like hanging out with you." You blink, his words slowly registering in your head. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like hanging out with you too.\"🤍</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Oh, um... me too.\"🤍</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 1-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Technically, all we //do// is hang out.\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 1-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can\'t say the feeling\'s mutual...\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 1-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 20, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 20, 0, 100), $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You're not entirely sure how it's possible, but his smile widens so much that it threatens to split his face in half. "Little old me?" He questions as he leans towards you. You smirk at him, deciding to tease him a little. "I figured I could use you as a human shield if we get attacked by Androids." He draws away from you and heaves a sigh as his face contorts in mock disappointment. "I always knew I'd be used for my body..." "Well, it //is// a nice body," you retort. "Don't try to win me over with flattery, $surname." "Does that mean it's working?" He cocks his head to the side as he observes you through slitted eyes. "...Maybe." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

You lapse into silence and focus your attention back on the resulting carnage of the war. Baxter said you'd eventually come across a pharmacy on this road but so far there's nothing but rubble and ruin. You could be out here for quite a while and if that's the case, you don't want to continue on in silence. Glancing over at the soldier beside you, you feel a barrage of questions forming on you tongue; it's only a matter of deciding which to release first. Clearing your throat, you ask...<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 15, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 15, 0, 100), $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>He chuckles and you feel your face get warm at the sound. "You're very cute, you know that?" Chewing on your bottom lip, you look away from him. "Uh, not really..." "Well, you can take my word for it," he states. "Because I'm looking right at you and the person in front me is the //cutest//." "You think you're so smooth." You roll your eyes at him but that only makes his smile grow. "The smoothest." You can't stop the laugh that leaves you. "That doesn't sound like a real word." "It is now," he says, winking at you. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>At that, he laughs. "I don't think running for our lives is considered 'hanging out'." You raise an eyebrow at him. "And yet what we're doing //now// is?" "Yes," he nods. "I like to think so." "You know we could die out here, right?" He tilts his head to the side and chews on his bottom lip for a moment before responding. "The thought crossed my mind." "So, you'd risk your life just to hang out with me?" Shrugging, he flashes a smile at you. "Well, I've risked my life for less so risking it for you is a pretty easy choice." "I don't know if that's a compliment or not," you say with a laugh. He takes another moment to think before nodding his head resolutely. "A compliment, definitely." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

His smile is immediately replaced by a frown and he averts his eyes away from you. "Oh... I'm sorry, I just thought..." he stops for a moment and you can hear his thoughts racing so fast and so loud, it's as if you're thinking them yourself. "I thought you liked hanging out with me too." You look away from him, clenching your jaw before releasing the tension. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I chose to come with you because you\'re the smarter choice.\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 1-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I chose to come with you because I don\'t like Rae.\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 1-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>>Out the corner of your eye, you see his face fall. "Right," he says softly. "Yeah, of course..." And it's true. Baxter is the best fighter among you, despite never using his mod, and with the target specifically painted on your back, he's the right choice to have next to you if you get attacked. He doesn't seem to have anything else to say and neither do you so you both leave it at that. Maybe it was wrong to hurt him like that but you don't regret it and even if you did, there's no way to take it back. At least now he knows the truth. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 1-4-3">><</button>></center>

"Why?" He questions, his lips curved so far down in frown it's as if you've said //he's// the one you don't like. Which, you suppose, isn't so far off. You heave a sigh; this isn't a conversation you feel like having, especially not with Baxter. This shouldn't matter to him as much as it does. "It's not important," you say, waving him off and he seems taken aback by your dismissive tone. He doesn't seem to have anything to say, if his scrambling thoughts are anything to go by, and neither do you so you leave it at that. Maybe it was wrong to admit out loud how you feel about Rae but you don't regret it and even if you did, there's no way to take it back. At least it's the truth. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 1-4-3">><</button>></center>

Before you're out walking for too long, you reach a T-junction, the foretold pharmacy staring at you from it's place on the other side of the road. "Bingo!" Baxter snaps his fingers before turning to face you, an excited smile pulling at his lips, your previous conversation already long pushed out of his thoughts. "Is it empty?" You focus on the building and reach out with your mod, searching for the thoughts of any sentient being inside. "As far as I can tell," you say with a shrug and the soldier's smile grows. "What are we waiting for then?" He claps you on back and starts for the pharmacy but despite his confidence, you hesitate. There's something about this area that makes you nervous, but you can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. You shake off the feeling and follow after him. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 5">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_military to true>>He startles slightly at your question, his thoughts expressing his surpise just as loud as his face does, before his easy smile is back. "It was... //interesting//, to say the least." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Interesting how?" "Well, for starters; it wasn't as gay as I thought it would be," he says, pursing his lips. "So, that was a bit of a let down." "You enrolled in the military to find a partner?" you ask with a laugh. "I thought it would //at least// better my chances," he says. "But no man, woman or soldier in between caught my eye." He sighs before grinning at you. "That's not //actually// why I joined, though." You send him a questioning look. "Do you plan on telling me the reason or...?" "That's a story for another day," he says, winking at you. "That way, we have another reason to get back to base alive." Not entirely satisfied with his answer, you nod and move on to your next question.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_family to true>>You remember a few months ago he'd gone off on his own in search of his family but when he came back a few days later on his own, it was clear without even hearing his thoughts that his search wasn't successful. It was probably the first time you'd seen him without a smile on his face. "There's not much to tell," he says with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "We were pretty much your average nuclear family." You raise an eyebrow at him, unconvinced. "C'mon... there has to be more than that." He chuckles. "You're wildly overestimating my family, $name." "Okay, how about this?" He turns his head to face you, an inquisitive look in his eye. "I throw questions at you super fast and you answer with the first thing that pops in your head." "That sounds like an interrogation tactic," he says, laughing again. "But sure; go ahead." You clear your throat. "Your dad?" "Didn't have one." "//Absent// dad?" He grins. "Lesbian moms." "Mom one?" "Scientist." "Mom two?" "Pilot." "Siblings?" "Four." "Names?" "Colter, Gillian, Thalia and Kiera." "Pets?" "A greyhound named Frisbee." When your questions slow to a stop he looks at you quizzically, clearly expecting you to continue but you only smile at him. "That's cute." He places his free hand on his chest, right above his heart and bows. "I chose it myself." "I think I'm gonna stop there for now," you say and he laughs, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. //"Thank god."// <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_mod to true>>"Once," he says, grimacing. "And I almost killed my entire squadron in the process." Having never seen the effects of his mod yourself, you can't keep the shock off your face. "How?" Avoiding your eyes, he takes a deep breath. "You know how every mod is flawed?" You nod. "Well, mine is extremely... unpredictable. I can't control it when I use it and I doubt I ever will." His typical playful demeanor is gone and replaced by something more melancholic. You're still not certain of just //how// unpredictable his mod is but you understand enough to know that it's bad. Clearing your throat, you look at him and smile, determined to get him to smile back. "So... that's a //'no'// to a show and tell?" He pauses a moment before he laughs in surprise. "That's a //definite// no. I do not want your father going batshit on me for killing you." You laugh with him. "That's fair." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_leg to true>>The question rolls off your tongue without you thinking twice about it and you almost clap your hand over your mouth. You've caught glimpses of the prostetic from time to time - the metal blending into skin almost seamlessly - but despite the curiousity eating away at your insides, you've never found the courage to actually ask him. "That's an awfully personal question, $name," he says, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. "I'm sorry!" you say quickly. "I didn't mean -" He holds a hand up for you to stop and you watch in confusion as a smile forms on his face. "I'm just messing with you, $nickname, I don't mind." He pauses and you hear the slight hesistance in his thoughts. "I was born without it." Expecting to hear how it was blown off in some military story, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Woah, really?" He nods and drags a large hand through his blond locks. "Lucky for me though, I was able to get a genetically engineered leg made for me." Images of the sleek, metal leg flash through your mind. "Is it like a permanent prosthetic?" you question. He nods, his smile earnest. "It's totally like a normal leg except it's made of metal, repairs itself and I can't physically take it off." "So, what you're saying is.... you're one step closer to becoming an android." His face suddenly goes blank and he stiffens his movements. "Does not compute," he states, speaking in a robotic voice. "System will shut down in five minutes." You stifle a laugh and decide to humour him. "That's... //spot on//." He reverts back to normal, snapping the fingers of his free hand as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. "I //knew// I should've become an actor instead." You share a smile. "Another life, maybe." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_life to true>>"Never in a million years would I have guessed 'robot apocalypse' was our future," he chuckles. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him. "What about two million years?" He takes a moment to think before shaking his head. "Nope, my money would still have been 'zombie apocalypse'." Your mouth falls open in shock. "You'd rather fight zombies than robots?" "I'd rather fight //neither//," he counters. "That wasn't an option." "It is now, $nickname." You cross your arms over your chest. "You don't play fair." "But that's what makes it fun," he says, pouting at you. "No, that's what makes you a cheater." He clutches his free hand to his chest, over his heart, as his bottom lip quivers. "You wound me." You laugh. "And you deserve it!" <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

Your conversation comes to a sudden halt when you reach a T-junction, the foretold pharmacy staring at you from it's place on the other side of the road. "Bingo!" Baxter snaps his fingers before turning to face you, an excited smile pulling at his lips. "Is it empty?" You focus on the building and reach out with your mod, searching for the thoughts of any sentient being inside. "As far as I can tell," you say with a shrug and the soldier's smile grows. "What are we waiting for then?" He claps you on back and starts for the pharmacy but despite his confidence, you hesitate. There's something about this area that makes you nervous, but you can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. You shake off the feeling and follow after him. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 5">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_military to true>>"It was... //interesting//, to say the least." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Interesting how?" "Well, for starters; it wasn't as gay as I thought it would be," he says, pursing his lips. "So, that was a bit of a let down." "You enrolled in the military to find a partner?" you ask with a laugh. "I thought it would //at least// better my chances," he says. "But no man, woman or soldier in between caught my eye." He sighs before grinning at you. "That's not //actually// why I joined, though." You send him a questioning look. "Do you plan on telling me the reason or...?" "That's a story for another day," he says, winking at you. "That way, we have another reason to get back to base alive." Though you're not entirely satisfied with his answer, you nod anyway. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_family to true>>You remember a few months ago he'd gone off on his own in search of his family but when he came back a few days later on his own, it was clear without even hearing his thoughts that his search wasn't successful. It was probably the first time you'd seen him without a smile on his face. "There's not much to tell," he says with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "We were pretty much your average nuclear family." You raise an eyebrow at him, unconvinced. "C'mon... there has to be more than that." He chuckles. "You're wildly overestimating my family, $name." "Okay, how about this?" He turns his head to face you, an inquisitive look in his eye. "I throw questions at you super fast and you answer with the first thing that pops in your head." "That sounds like an interrogation tactic," he says, laughing again. "But sure; go ahead." You clear your throat. "Your dad?" "Didn't have one." "//Absent// dad?" He grins. "Lesbian moms." "Mom one?" "Scientist." "Mom two?" "Pilot." "Siblings?" "Four." "Names?" "Colter, Gillian, Thalia and Kiera." "Pets?" "A greyhound named Frisbee." When your questions slow to a stop he looks at you quizzically, clearly expecting you to continue but you only smile at him. "That's cute." He places his free hand on his chest, right above his heart and bows. "I chose it myself." "I think I'm gonna stop there for now," you say and he laughs, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. //"Thank god."//<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_mod to true>>"Once," he says, grimacing. "And I almost killed my entire squadron in the process." Having never seen the effects of his mod yourself, you can't keep the shock off your face. "How?" Avoiding your eyes, he takes a deep breath. "You know how every mod is flawed?" You nod. "Well, mine is extremely... unpredictable. I can't control it when I use it and I doubt I ever will." His typical playful demeanor is gone and replaced by something more melancholic. You're still not certain of just //how// unpredictable his mod is but you understand enough to know that it's bad. Clearing your throat, you look at him and smile, determined to get him to smile back. "So... that's a //'no'// to a show and tell?" He pauses a moment before he laughs in surprise. "That's a //definite// no. I do not want your father going batshit on me for killing you." You laugh with him. "That's fair."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_leg to true>>The question rolls off your tongue without you thinking twice about it and you almost clap your hand over your mouth. You've caught glimpses of the prostetic from time to time - the metal blending into skin almost seamlessly - but despite the curiousity eating away at your insides, you've never found the courage to actually ask him. "That's an awfully personal question, $name," he says, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. "I'm sorry!" you say quickly. "I didn't mean -" He holds a hand up for you to stop and you watch in confusion as a smile forms on his face. "I'm just messing with you, $nickname, I don't mind." He pauses and you hear the slight hesistance in his thoughts. "I was born without it." Expecting to hear how it was blown off in some military story, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Woah, really?" He nods and drags a large hand through his blond locks. "Lucky for me though, I was able to get a genetically engineered leg made for me." Images of the sleek, metal leg flash through your mind. "Is it like a permanent prosthetic?" you question. He nods, his smile earnest. "It's totally like a normal leg except it's made of metal, repairs itself and I can't physically take it off." "So, what you're saying is.... you're one step closer to becoming an android." His face suddenly goes blank and he stiffens his movements. "Does not compute," he states, speaking in a robotic voice. "System will shut down in five minutes." You stifle a laugh and decide to humour him. "That's... //spot on//." He reverts back to normal, snapping the fingers of his free hand as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. "I //knew// I should've become an actor instead." You share a smile. "Another life, maybe."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_life to true>>"Never in a million years would I have guessed 'robot apocalypse' was our future," he chuckles. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him. "What about two million years?" He takes a moment to think before shaking his head. "Nope, my money would still have been 'zombie apocalypse'." Your mouth falls open in shock. "You'd rather fight zombies than robots?" "I'd rather fight //neither//," he counters. "That wasn't an option." "It is now, $nickname." You cross your arms over your chest. "You don't play fair." "But that's what makes it fun," he says, pouting at you. "No, that's what makes you a cheater." He clutches his free hand to his chest, over his heart, as his bottom lip quivers. "You wound me." You laugh. "And you deserve it!"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> </div>

The windows and entrance have all been boarded up from the inside, and Baxter glances back at you, a mischievous smile on his face. "What?" you prompt, concerned. He only ever smiles like that when he's come up with a plan or idea that has a greater chance of getting you killed than it does saving you. "I had a feeling it would be like this," he says as he props his gun up against the wall before pulling off his backpack. You watch curiously as he rummages through the contents before he pulls out a small, circular bomb. He looks up at you then and waves his hand. "Step back a bit, will you?" You do as told, taking one extra step for good measure, and he attaches the bomb to the door, pressing it's detonator before grabbing his gun and bag, and running to join you. The explosion isn't very big but it's enough to blow the door of its hinges, as well as draw any humans or Androids that may be nearby. "Felix has got to teach how he makes those," he says as he stares at the now open entrance of the pharmacy. He then tugs on your arm, voicing your exact thoughts before you can. "We should be quick; who knows who else heard that." He pauses as you share a knowing glance. "Or what." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 6">><</button>></center>

You're both shocked and amazed at the condition of the pharmacy. With the furniture all still intact and the shelves relatively stocked, you've struck gold. "Baxter, this incredible," you say softly as you walk through the aisles. "It's like the holy grail..." "Did you ever doubt me?" He asks and as you glance at him, he narrows his eyes. "Don't answer that." Chuckling to yourself, you go back to examining what's on the shelves. From pain killers to flu medicine, there's so many things here that could come in handy down the line but with the limited spaces in your bags, you have to choose carefully. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 7'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 7'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 7'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 8'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 8'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 8'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 8'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'mc 1-baxter '>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 8'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 9'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 9'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 9'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

As you zip your bag closed, you look over to where Baxter stands, scouring the shelves as he continually glances down at the list in his hands, the handwriting that of your father's. Since he's still busy looking for everything your father needs, you move further into the pharmacy and find yourself in the old waiting area, standing in front of a magazine rack, interspersed with the occasional puzzle book. On the shelf next to it is an array of (probably expired) chocolate bars.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a puzzle book</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-1'>><<set $puzzles to true>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion on ''Baxter''.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-3'>><<set $puzzles to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

It may not be essential for anyone's health but you think it might bring a little bit of normalcy back into your chaotic lives. And you know that even if no one else uses it, at least you will. You're not able to find a pen anywhere near you and since you don't have time to look for one, you put the book in your bag and walk over to join Baxter. He glances up at you briefly and you clear your throat. "So, did you find everything?" He rests his free hand on his hip as he looks down to where his backpack sits open on the floor. He nods decisively. "Apart from the literal surgical tools your dad asked for, yeah." Sitting on your haunches, you take a look through his bag. Rubbing alcohol, bandages, suture kit. And with your own haul, you think you've done quite well for yourselves. "We should get going then," you say and you're about the rise to your feet when Baxter suddenly drops down to a squat. Meeting your eyes, he shakes his head slightly and brings a finger to his lips. Confused as you are, you don't bother asking him what the issue is because his thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android inside. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

You grab two chocolate bars, one for yourself and one for Baxter, before making your way over to the man himself. You hide your hands behind your back as you come to stand next to him. "Hey, Baxter," you say and he turns his attention away from the list to you. "Pick a hand." He glances down to where you hide your hands before looking back at your face, a smile slowly unfolding on his face. "What'cha got there, $nickname?" You roll your eyes. "Just pick a hand." He grins. "Right." You shift both chocolate bars to your left before showing him that your right hand is empty. "Better luck next time!" "C'mon, no fair," he says, pouting at you. "Totally fair," you counter. "That's the name of the game." "Show me what you have, $name." Before you have time to react, he moves forward as he attempts to reach behind you. You step back to try to get away from him but your foot hooks around his ankle, tripping him and bringing him down on top of you. You fall back on a shelf, taking it down and the bottles of pills on top of it with you, and you hit the floor with a loud crash. You look up at Baxter, his large body heavy on top of yours, and find that you're almost nose to nose.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Smile at him 🤍</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Stare up at him 🤍</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-2-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Laugh awkwardly</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-2-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Push him off</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 10-2-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>"There are easier ways to get me under you," you say, smirking at him as you pull your arm out from under you to show him. "And all for a chocolate bar too." His eyes widen at the candy in your hand. "Hell yeah, all for a chocolate bar!" Grinning, he gets up and offers you a hand to pull you up as well. He sits next to you and with your backs pressed against the shelf, you hand him one of the bars. Looking at the label his face lights up. "I haven't had a bounty in forever," he says as he tears off the wrapper. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply, smiling at him and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy now. The quietness between you, the feeling of being close to someone, isn't something you've experienced often these last months and when it happens, you can't help but want to let it linger. Especially with Baxter. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says as he flashes you an easy smile. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll think I'm playing favourites." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger, before climbing to his feet. You're about to follow him when he suddenly freezes in place. And before you can ask why, he sinks back down on his haunches and brings a finger to his lips, though it doesn't matter much because his thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android inside. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You suck in a quick breath, your face getting warm at how close you are. After a long moment, he gives you a soft smile. "Sorry about that," he says as he climbs off of you before offering you his hand. You take it and he pulls you up from the ground. "No biggie, really," you say, rubbing the back of your neck. You hand him one of the chocolate bars and his face lights up. "A bounty!" He cries in excitement. He tears off the wrapper as you sit on the floor together, your backs pressed to the shelf behind you. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply, smiling at him and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy now. The quietness between you, the feeling of being close to someone, isn't something you've experienced often these last months and when it happens, you can't help but want to let it linger. Especially with Baxter. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says as he flashes you an easy smile. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll think I'm playing favourites." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger, before climbing to his feet. You're about to follow him when he suddenly freezes in place. And before you can ask why, he sinks back down on his haunches and brings a finger to his lips, though it doesn't matter much because his thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android inside. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

"Sorry about that," he says, laughing along as he climbs off of you before offering you his hand. You take it and he pulls you up from the ground. "Don't worry about it," you say, clearing your throat. You hand him one of the chocolate bars and his face lights up. "A bounty!" He cries in excitement. He tears off the wrapper as you sit on the floor together, your backs pressed to the shelf behind you. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply, smiling at him and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy now. The quietness between you, the feeling of being close to someone, isn't something you've experienced often these last months and when it happens, you can't help but want to let it linger. Especially with Baxter. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says as he flashes you an easy smile. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll think I'm playing favourites." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger, before climbing to his feet. You're about to follow him when he suddenly freezes in place. And before you can ask why, he sinks back down on his haunches and brings a finger to his lips, though it doesn't matter much because his thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android inside. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

He avoids looking at you as he pulls himself up. "Sorry," he says quickly, clearing his throat. Wordlessly, you sit up and hand him one of the chocolate bars. Immediately his face lights up. "A bounty!" He cries in excitement. He tears off the wrapper as you sit on the floor together, your backs pressed to the shelf behind you. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy now. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says as he flashes you an easy smile. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll think I'm playing favourites." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger, before climbing to his feet. You're about to follow him when he suddenly freezes in place. And before you can ask why, he sinks back down on his haunches and brings a finger to his lips, though it doesn't matter much because his thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android inside. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

You grab two chocolate bars, one for yourself and one for Baxter, before turning around to face him. You may not like him all that much but it would be cruel not to give him one. "Baxter!" As he glances up at you, you raise your arm to toss the chocolate at him. "Catch!" He does so without hesitation. And when the bar hits its mark, he catches sight of the name on the wrapper and he grins from ear to ear. "Thanks, $name," he says as he tears off the wrapper. "I haven't had a bounty in forever." You shrug off his thanks and unwrap your own as you walk over to join him in the aisle. "So, did you find everything?" He rests his free hand on his hip as he looks down to where his backpack sits open on the floor. He takes a decisive bite of his chocolate bar and nods. "Apart from the literal surgical tools your dad asked for, yeah." Sitting on your haunches, you take a look through his bag. Rubbing alcohol, bandages, suture kit. And with your own haul, you think you've done quite well for yourselves. "We should get going then," you say before finishing your chocolate. You're about the rise to your feet when Baxter suddenly drops down to a squat. Meeting your eyes, he shakes his head slightly and brings a finger to his lips. Confused as you are, you don't bother asking him what the issue is because his thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android inside. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

Baxter's next thought catches your attention. //"Are there more outside?"// You do a quick search and your blood runs cold at the dozens of Android minds you find. They're patrolling the street, searching for you and even though you can't tell exactly how many there are, you know more on their way. You have to get out of here now. You nod your head and he nods in turn, his face uncharacteristically stoic, as you both begin to figure out your escape. You can really only come up with two options: either use your mod on the Android currently in the store and expose yourselves by going out through the front or attempt to find another way.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Use your mod</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Find another way out</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $mc_mod to Math.clamp($mc_mod + 10, 0, 100)>>While you're not able to tell what the outcome will be, you decide it's your best bet. If only there was a way to inform Baxter of your plan before actually executing it. This would be so much easier if he could hear your thoughts too. You take a deep breath and once more reach out with your mod, latching onto the thoughts of the Android and taking over its thoughts. It resists you at first, putting up a decent enough fight but it loses in the end. Baxter is watching you with a mixture of curiosity and alarm, and you take another breath before explaining yourself. It's not impossible to multitask when using your mod but it does take a lot of focus so you have to go about this carefully. "I've got the Android under control," you say, keeping your voice low and steady. "We can use it as a shield of sorts as we escape." "And the others?" he questions. "Let me handle it." You offer your best reassuring smile and he nods after a moment. "It goes out first, because once we're out there..." he starts, his voice dropping off abruptly. He doesn't need to finish his sentence though. //We'll be exposed and vulnerable.// "I know." He nods again and you hold each other's eyes, delaying the inevitable for one more second before he's getting to his feet and raising his gun. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 12-1">><</button>></center>

The Android stands in front of a shelf some feet away from you, staring vacantly at the bottles of cough syrup on display. Standing idle. Baxter briefly glances at you to make sure you still have it under control but you keep your focus on the Android. With careful precision, you make it raise its rifle and turn back to the entrance. Making it walk proves difficult but it puts one foot in front of the other nonetheless - though it does resemble a baby deer trying to walk for the first time. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You walk behind it and attempt to nock an arrow in your bow while still keeping your focus on the Android. It helps that you've done this dozens of times and no longer need to look where to place the arrow.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You walk behind it and attempt to load a bolt in your crossbow while still keeping your focus on the Android. It helps that you've done this dozens of times and no longer need to look where to place the bolt.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You walk behind it and raise your handguns in front of you while still keeping your focus on the Android. You just hope you won't have to do much shooting.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You walk behind it and raise your rifle in front of you while still keeping your focus on the Android. You just hope you won't have to do much shooting.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You walk behind it and concentrate solely on the Android. It feels strange to not have a weapon in your hands in such a dangerous situation but that at least means you won't have to split your focus.<</if>> Just as the Android comes to stand in the entrance, Baxter gestures for the both of you to stand on either side of the door, your backs to the wall. Time seems to slow as Baxter gives you a nod and you scan the street for the nearest Android before making the one under your control aim for it. And then it pulls the trigger. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 12-2">><</button>></center>

Bullets are flying before you even realise it's happening. The surrounding Androids have turned towards the pharmacy, firing their own weapons back methodically. Baxter shoots with incredible accuracy, sparing no more than one bullet per body and you attempt to keep up <<if $weapon is "bow">>with your own weapon and the Android under your control.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>with your own weapon and the Android under your control.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>with your own weapons and the Android under your control.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>with your own weapon and the Android under your control.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mods">>with the Android under your control.<</if>> But it's not enough to hold them all back. Baxter pulls back to reload his rifle, glancing at you momentarily as he does it. "Might wanna up the ante, $name!" He yells, his voice barely loud enough to be heard over the gunfire. And he's right; you have to do something more but you're not sure how much he's going to like it. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You pull back against the wall, lowering your bow at the same time, and take a few deep breaths. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You pull back against the wall, lowering your bow at the same time, and take a few deep breaths. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You pull back against the wall, lowering your guns at the same time, and take a few deep breaths. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You pull back against the wall, lowering your rifle at the same time, and take a few deep breaths. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You pull back against the wall and take a few deep breaths. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 12-3">><</button>></center>

You hear and see nothing, you just barely feel Baxter's hand wrapping around your arm before you're moving. All that matters now is that you give Baxter a clear path. You don't know for long you're walking but you can't dwell on it. Your hold on the Androids is slipping, their minds fighting you for control but you push back as hard as you can, hoping and praying that Baxter is managing on his own. You're sinking deeper into the depths of your own thoughts the longer this goes on. You've never gone this far before. It's a strange sensation, exploring your mind this intimately, finding out things about yourself you've long forgotten or hidden away. The memories and secrets call out to you, pull you in every which direction, demanding attention. //$name. $name. $name.// The voices distort as they call and cry, beg and plead. They want you. They need you. //$name. $name.// You're sinking to the bottom. <center><<button "\"$name!\"" "mc 1-baxter 12-4">><</button>></center>

Beneath it all is Baxter. "Follow my voice, $nickname," you hear him saying. "You need to let them go." You listen to him and let go of your hold on the Androids, putting all of your focus into pulling yourself out of the depths of your mind. It feels as though you're wearing weighted shoes that force you down but you put all your strength into the climb. You remember the warning about your mod, you just never thought it would be this difficult to overcome. It helps to have Baxter guiding you back to the surface. You gasp for air when you break free and from the burning in your lungs, you realise you must have stopped breathing. You look around as you try to regain my breath and you see that you're outside the back of the pharmacy. You're on the ground, propped against the wall, the bricks pushing painfully into your back and limbs. Baxter is on his knees in front of you with his hands on your face and his bright blue eyes boring into yours. Relief blooms on his face. "You're okay," he tells you and he drops his hands. "But if we want to get out of here alive, we need a plan." The words have just barely left his mouth when the gunfire begins again and he ducks down behind the rubble that shields you both. He pulls his gun towards him and checks the magazine before cursing quietly. "I'm out." <<if $weapon is "bow">>Checking your quiver, you still have a few arrows left but, judging from the number of Android minds encroaching on your own, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>Checking your quiver, you still have a few bolts left but, judging from the number of Android minds encroaching on your own, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>Checking the magazines of each gun, you still have a few bullets left but, judging from the number of Android minds encroaching on your own, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>Checking the magazine, you still have a few bullets left but, judging from the number of Android minds encroaching on your own, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>>He looks at you then and even if you didn't have the ability, you can tell what he's thinking just from that look alone. "I can't go back under," you say weakly. Your mind is too tired, you couldn't control anyone even if you wanted to. But more than that, you're too scared to go under again. You'd never tell him that, though. "I know," he mutters, dragging his hands through his hair. You sit together for a moment, wasting time as you try to come up with some kind of plan. You're just about to give up when you hear him sigh heavily. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 12-5">><</button>></center>

After a long moment, he meets your eyes, a look of defeat on his face and you raise an eyebrow at him, confused. "What -" "$name," he says, interrupting you. "You need to get up on the roof." He gestures to the rubble behind you piled high enough to climb up to the roof and you look back at him just as his thoughts answer your unasked question. He's going to use his mod to give you the chance to escape. He's going to sacrifice himself for //you//.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-6-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_mod is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What about everything you said about using your mod?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-6-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-6-2'>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_baxter to true>>"You have to," he says, his voice becoming strained with emotion. When you open your mouth to argue, he cuts you off. "I'm not going to be the reason you get captured. You mean too much for that to happen." "What happened to no man left behind?" "$name, don't make this harder than it has to be." You heave a sigh but nod your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave him behind, nor do you want to be the reason //he// gets captured but he's right and his mind is already made up. He's already pushing you towards the rubble behind you both but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-7-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_baxter to true>><<if $baxter_mod is true>>He sighs again before meeting your eyes. "I'm willing to risk it if it means you have a chance to escape."<</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>>He sighs again before meeting your eyes. "As sure as the sky is blue, $name.<</if>> You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and he stares at you for a long moment before he's pushing you towards the rubble behind you but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-7-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 12-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_bax to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab his shoulders before pulling him towards you. He's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing your lips to his. <<if $bax_rom >= 50>>For a brief second, he freezes but then he's kissing you back, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hands wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you feel like you're drowning in his embarce. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as he pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," he says breathlessly. "Get off the ground." His face is flushed and he looks beautiful. You don't ever want to look away from him but then his words fully register in your head and you know you're gonna have to. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $bax_rom < 50>>For a brief second, he freezes and you allow yourself to get your hopes up, but then he pulls away. "You have to go," he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. "Get off the ground." There are so many things you want to say to him but none of them makes their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, he steps away and gestures again to the rubble.<</if>> Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of blue electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion on ''Baxter''.">>After a moment, he raises his free hand and gently pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>After a moment, he raises his hands and pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly, there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the rubble as he takes a few steps away from you.<</if>> Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of blue electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the rubble as he takes a few steps away from you. Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of blue electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>It's too dangerous to go out through the front; even with your respective abilities, it's too risky. This your best chance of survival. And for someone without the ability to hear thoughts, Baxter is able to read yours surprisingly well as he begins to search for another way out as well. Behind the counter where you found the chocolate bars and puzzle book, you spot a door which you assume leads to a back room of sorts. And despite the Android moving in silence, you can feel its mind encroaching on your own as it gets closer so you need to make a move. You have no idea what lies behind that door but you're running out of options. Tapping Baxter on the arm, you get his attention and point to the door. His blue eyes widen slightly when he sees it and he gives you a sharp nod of his head. He slips his bag back on his back before he begins to army-crawl across the floor towards it, waving you after him. You make sure to keep track of where the Android is in the pharmacy and redirect it when it gets too close. After what feels like an eternity, you reach the other side of the counter and Baxter pulls himself up against the door, turning the handle as quietly as he can. The door creaks softly as he pushes it open and when the Android snaps its head in your direction, you quickly redirect to the front of the pharmacy. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 13-1">><</button>></center>

Once inside, you shut the door behind you and look around, realising you're in a hallway. Several doors line the walls and Baxter glances at you briefly before opening the first door; an office. The second door reveals an employee breakroom. The third door opens to a consultation room. All three share one glaring characteristic: no discernible exit. With increasing frustration and dwindling hope, Baxter throws open the next door, a curse ready to roll off his tongue when suddenly you're faced with a staircase leading down to a basement of sorts. He clears his throat before meeting your eyes. "Shall we?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"You first.\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Ignore him and go downstairs</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-2-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 5, 0, 100), $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100)>>He scoffs and smiles at you as he raises his gun. "Gladly," he says before beginning the descent down the steps. You throw a glance over your shoulder at the door that leads to the storefront. You hope that there's some kind of way out down there; already you can sense more Androids entering the pharmacy. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you realise it's a storage room of sorts. Cardboard boxes, both opened and unopened, are scattered around the room and stacked on metal shelves. The room itself is almost as big as the pharmacy upstairs and you're forced to walk through the shelves to get a full scope of the room. Baxter's thoughts are surprisingly clear as he focuses all of his attention on the task at hand and you close your eyes for a moment; with the increasing number of Android minds closing in on the boundaries of your own, you're running out of time. Baxter suddenly stops you with an outstretched arm and you open your eyes again to find another door in front of you. With an eyebrow raised in suspicion, he reaches for the handle and pulls the door open, revealing a tunnel that tapers off into the darkness. "Think it leads to the next building over?" "It's possible," you say but your voice gives away your doubts. The sound of heavy footsteps above you distracts from the tunnel momentarily and your panic begins to set in. //They're getting close. We're out of time.// <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 13-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100)>>Ignoring Baxter, I step past him and begin the descent down the steps. I hope that there’s some kind of way out down there; already I can sense more Androids entering the pharmacy. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I realise it's a storage room of sorts. Cardboard boxes, both opened and unopened, are scattered around the room and stacked on metal shelves. The room itself is almost as big as the pharmacy upstairs and we're forced to walk through the shelves to get a full scope of the room. Baxter's thoughts are surprisingly clear as he focuses all of his attention on the task at hand and I close my eyes for a moment; with the increasing number of Android minds closing in on the boundaries of my own, we're running out of time. Baxter suddenly stops me with an outstretched arm and I open my eyes again to find another door in front of us. With an eyebrow raised in suspicion, he reaches for the handle and pulls the door open, revealing a tunnel that tapers off into the darkness. "Think it leads to the next building over?" "It's possible," I say but my voice gives away my doubts. The sound of heavy footsteps above us distracts from the tunnel momentarily and my panic begins to set in. //They're getting close. We're out of time." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 13-3">><</button>></center>

Wrapping his free hand around your upper arm, Baxter pushes you forwards. "Take the tunnel," he grunts. "It's your only chance of getting out of here alive." You wrestle your arm out of his grip before shooting him an incredulous look. "You're not coming with me?" "No," he replies. "But I'm sure as hell gonna try keep you alive, $name." It takes you too long to realise that he's serious and your stomach drops. This it; he's going to sacrifice for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-4-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_mod is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What about everything you said about using your mod?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure?\"</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_baxter to true>>"You have to," he says, his voice becoming strained with emotion. When you open your mouth to argue, he cuts you off. "I'm not going to be the reason you get captured. You mean too much for that to happen." "What happened to no man left behind?" "Dammit, $name! Don't make this harder than it has to be." You heave a sigh but nod your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave him behind, nor do you want to be the reason //he// gets captured but he's right and his mind is already made up. He's already pushing you further into the tunnel but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-5-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_baxter to true>><<if $baxter_mod is true>>He sighs again before meeting your eyes. "I'm willing to risk it if it means you have a chance to escape."<</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>>He sighs again before meeting your eyes. "As sure as the sky is blue, $name.<</if>> You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and he stares at you for a long moment before he's pushing you further into the tunnel but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc 1-baxter 13-5-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_bax to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab his shoulders before pulling him towards you. He's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing your lips to his. <<if $bax_rom >= 50>>For a brief second, he freezes but then he's kissing you back, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hands wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you feel like you're drowning in his kisses. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as he pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," he says breathlessly. "As fast as you can." His face is flushed and he looks beautiful. You don't ever want to look away from him but then his words fully register in your head and you know you're gonna have to. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $bax_rom < 50>>For a brief second, he freezes and you allow yourself to get your hopes up, but then he pulls away. "You have to go," he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. "As fast as you can." There are so many things you want to say to him but none of them makes their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, he steps away and gestures again to the tunnel.<</if>> After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion on ''Baxter''.">>After a moment, he raises his free hand and gently pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>After a moment, he raises his hands and pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly, there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the tunnel as he takes a few steps away from you.<</if>> After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the tunnel as he takes a few steps away from you. After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the pharmacy as you can - hopping between four more rooftops in total - before you finally climb back down to the ground. And even then, you keep on running. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Baxter; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to darken; a bright and vibrant orange bleeds into the pale blue from the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 16">><</button>></center>

When you've put some distance between you and the pharmacy, the presence of the Android minds fading into nothingness, you begin to slow down. The tunnel is full of twists and turns, and you really don't want to get lost down here because you weren't paying attention. The bricks on the wall scratch your hands but you don't let go. All that matters for now is that you're still alive. For now. Finally, //eventually//, your hands connect with a door and you almost cry out in relief. Pushing the door open, you find yourself in yet another storage room, though the layout differs slightly from the one at the pharmacy. You waste no time in finding the staircase and soon you're upstairs in what used to be a retail clothing store. Clothes laying the discarded and torn up on the floor, the shelves and racks in disarray, and the storefront windows shattered. Once outside, you realise you're at the end of the street and the presence of Android minds slowly returns. Though they feel vague and distant, it's only a matter of time before they come this way and that's all the motivation you need to take off running. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 15-1">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the pharmacy as you can - hopping between four more rooftops in total - before you finally climb back down to the ground. And even then, you keep on running. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Baxter; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to darken; a bright and vibrant orange bleeds into the pale blue from the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 16">><</button>></center>

You duck inside and begin to walk through each room downstairs. A large kitchen with a bar and island counter, the cupboards standing open and barren. A dining room with a mahogany table, gold silk tablecloth stained with spilt red wine and eight surrounding chairs. A study with a hand-carved wooden desk and four packed bookshelves packed to the brim with books covered in dust. Picture frames lining the walls that depict smiling faces and another lifetime. Each room is connected by archways instead of doors, giving you an almost full view of the next room while standing in another. It's a nice house, despite the still air and distinct lack of its previous hosts. When you get to the living room, however, you stop dead in your tracks. you weren't sure of it earlier, but now that you've moved further into the house, it's undeniable; you can hear a distinct beeping coming from somewhere. Frowning, you turn on your feet, frantically searching for the source. Not the fireplace, the mantle, the couches or the coffee table. Slowly, regretfully, you stop. It's not coming from anywhere in the living room, so where... You turn around to face the archway that leads out into the entryway. From your position, you can clearly see the front door which remains open. You drop your gaze to the bottom of the door and just as the beeping begins to speed up, your eyes widen at the two small devices connected to the base of the wall, each with a small blinking red light. You've just barely thrown your arms over your head and half turned your body when the bomb goes off. <center><<button "Next" "interlude - baxter">><</button>></center>

<center><h1>''Interlude''</h1></center><<set $rae_status to "Unknown">> <<if $kelly_gender is "male">>The SUV rumbles to a stop and he taps his fingers against the steering wheel three times before getting out of the vehicle. Gravel crunches under the thick soles of his white boots and he takes a moment to survey his surroundings. The street is lined with Androids, dozens of them clad in body armour and their faces shielded by helmets. They stand at attention, guns at the ready, awaiting command. The air is silent, dead. He would smile if he felt any inkling of emotion. He's barely begun to close the driver's side door behind when he's approached. "Commander Lightwood," the Android states, her helmet cradled in the crook of her arm and her gun strapped to her back. She's a lesser officer; he recognises her from around the compound but he doesn’t remember her name. She has dark skin and piercing green eyes, thin lips and even thinner eyebrows. Simply looking at her, one would mistake her for human and she would be if it weren't for the metal beneath her skin. "Where is the target?" He questions and his voice is a deep and smooth sound, if not also dead and emotionless. The Android blinks at him. "We lost them, sir," she states. Her face shows no emotion but she's nervous, he can tell. She knows that it's not entirely her fault but she's the one to report to him and she will face the consequences. He hums and tilts his head to the side, analysing her. "What do you have for me then?" At this, she seems to perk up - as much as a cyborg can do anyway. "Follow me," she states before turning on her feet and marching back the way she came. Without another moment wasted, he follows her.<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "female">>The SUV rumbles to a stop and she taps her fingers against the steering wheel three times before getting out of the vehicle. Gravel crunches under the thick soles of her white boots and she takes a moment to survey her surroundings. The street is lined with Androids, dozens of them clad in body armour and their faces shielded by helmets. They stand at attention, guns at the ready, awaiting command. The air is silent, dead. She would smile if he felt any inkling of emotion. She's barely begun to close the driver's side door behind when she's approached. "Commander Lightwood," the Android states, her helmet cradled in the crook of her arm and her gun strapped to her back. She's a lesser officer; she recognises her from around the compound but she doesn’t remember her name. She has dark skin and piercing green eyes, thin lips and even thinner eyebrows. Simply looking at her, one would mistake her for human and she would be if it weren't for the metal beneath her skin. "Where is the target?" She questions and her voice is a deep and smooth sound, if not also dead and emotionless. The Android blinks at her. "We lost them, ma'am," she states. Her face shows no emotion but she's nervous, she can tell. She knows that it's not entirely her fault but she's the one to report to her and she will face the consequences. She hums and tilts her head to the side, analysing the Android. "What do you have for me then?" At this, she seems to perk up - as much as a cyborg can do anyway. "Follow me," she states before turning on her feet and marching back the way she came. Without another moment wasted, she follows her.<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "nonbinary">>The SUV rumbles to a stop and they tap their fingers against the steering wheel three times before getting out of the vehicle. Gravel crunches under the thick soles of their white boots and they take a moment to survey their surroundings. The street is lined with Androids, dozens of them clad in body armour and their faces shielded by helmets. They stand at attention, guns at the ready, awaiting command. The air is silent, dead. They would smile if they felt any inkling of emotion. They've barely begun to close the driver's side door behind when they're approached. "Commander Lightwood," the Android states, her helmet cradled in the crook of her arm and her gun strapped to her back. She's a lesser officer; they recognise her from around the compound but they don’t remember her name. She has dark skin and piercing green eyes, thin lips and even thinner eyebrows. Simply looking at her, one would mistake her for human and she would be if it weren't for the metal beneath her skin. "Where is the target?" They question and their voice is a deep and smooth sound, if not also dead and emotionless. The Android blinks at them. "We lost them, ser," she states. Her face shows no emotion but she's nervous, they can tell. She knows that it's not entirely her fault but she's the one to report to them and she will face the consequences. They hum and tilt their head to the side, analysing her. "What do you have for me then?" At this, she seems to perk up - as much as a cyborg can do anyway. "Follow me," she states before turning on her feet and marching back the way she came. Without another moment wasted, they follow her.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "int2 - rae">><</button>></center>

<center><h1>''Interlude''</h1></center><<set $baxter_status to "Unknown">> <<if $kelly_gender is "male">>The SUV rumbles to a stop and he taps his fingers against the steering wheel three times before getting out of the vehicle. Gravel crunches under the thick soles of his white boots and he takes a moment to survey his surroundings. The street is lined with Androids, dozens of them clad in body armour and their faces shielded by helmets. They stand at attention, guns at the ready, awaiting command. The air is silent, dead. He would smile if he felt any inkling of emotion. He's barely begun to close the driver's side door behind when he's approached. "Commander Lightwood," the Android states, her helmet cradled in the crook of her arm and her gun strapped to her back. She's a lesser officer; he recognises her from around the compound but he doesn’t remember her name. She has dark skin and piercing green eyes, thin lips and even thinner eyebrows. Simply looking at her, one would mistake her for human and she would be if it weren't for the metal beneath her skin. "Where is the target?" He questions and his voice is a deep and smooth sound, if not also dead and emotionless. The Android blinks at him. "We lost them, sir," she states. Her face shows no emotion but she's nervous, he can tell. She knows that it's not entirely her fault but she's the one to report to him and she will face the consequences. He hums and tilts his head to the side, analysing her. "What do you have for me then?" At this, she seems to perk up - as much as a cyborg can do anyway. "Follow me," she states before turning on her feet and marching back the way she came. Without another moment wasted, he follows her.<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "female">>The SUV rumbles to a stop and she taps her fingers against the steering wheel three times before getting out of the vehicle. Gravel crunches under the thick soles of her white boots and she takes a moment to survey her surroundings. The street is lined with Androids, dozens of them clad in body armour and their faces shielded by helmets. They stand at attention, guns at the ready, awaiting command. The air is silent, dead. She would smile if she felt any inkling of emotion. She's barely begun to close the driver's side door behind her when she's approached. "Commander Lightwood," the Android states, her helmet cradled in the crook of her arm and her gun strapped to her back. She's a lesser officer; she recognises her from around the compound but she doesn’t remember her name. She has dark skin and piercing green eyes, thin lips and even thinner eyebrows. Simply looking at her, one would mistake her for human and she would be if it weren't for the metal beneath her skin. "Where is the target?" She questions and her voice is a deep and smooth sound, if not also dead and emotionless. The Android blinks at her. "We lost them, ma'am," she states. Her face shows no emotion but she's nervous, she can tell. She knows that it's not entirely her fault but she's the one to report to her and she will face the consequences. She hums and tilts her head to the side, analysing the Android. "What do you have for me then?" At this, she seems to perk up - as much as a cyborg can do anyway. "Follow me," she states before turning on her feet and marching back the way she came. Without another moment wasted, she follows her.<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "nonbinary">>The SUV rumbles to a stop and they tap their fingers against the steering wheel three times before getting out of the vehicle. Gravel crunches under the thick soles of their white boots and they take a moment to survey their surroundings. The street is lined with Androids, dozens of them clad in body armour and their faces shielded by helmets. They stand at attention, guns at the ready, awaiting command. The air is silent, dead. They would smile if they felt any inkling of emotion. They've barely begun to close the driver's side door behind when they're approached. "Commander Lightwood," the Android states, her helmet cradled in the crook of her arm and her gun strapped to her back. She's a lesser officer; they recognise her from around the compound but they don’t remember her name. She has dark skin and piercing green eyes, thin lips and even thinner eyebrows. Simply looking at her, one would mistake her for human and she would be if it weren't for the metal beneath her skin. "Where is the target?" They question and their voice is a deep and smooth sound, if not also dead and emotionless. The Android blinks at them. "We lost them, ser," she states. Her face shows no emotion but she's nervous, they can tell. She knows that it's not entirely her fault but she's the one to report to them and she will face the consequences. They hum and tilt their head to the side, analysing her. "What do you have for me then?" At this, she seems to perk up - as much as a cyborg can do anyway. "Follow me," she states before turning on her feet and marching back the way she came. Without another moment wasted, they follow her.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "int2 - baxter">><</button>></center>

<<if $kelly_gender is "male">>She leads him further down the road to where nine Androids stand in a circle, their backs to them as they approach. She stops and the other Androids step back, giving him a clear pathway to the centre. Before him is a woman on her knees, her hands tied behind her back and her face bruised. This a woman he recognises, a woman he knows intimately. "Doctor Rae Calvert," he states and the woman looks up at him, her eyebrows pulled close together and her eyes alight with anger. The sense of familiarity he feels with the Doctor is not shared. "I've been looking for you." She rolls her eyes, her chest heaving. "Congrats, you found me,” she spits. "What do you win?” The corners of his lips curl upward in faux amusement. "Where is $name $surname?" He asks, ignoring her comments. "You honestly think I'd tell you?" The Doctor says and the venom in her voice would be cutting if the woman weren't tied up and on her knees. "I thought robots were supposed to be smart.” "No," he responds honestly and the woman falters as he takes a step back. Calvert is a smart woman, though he suspects, not smart enough. "That is all." He's slow to turn on his feet as he waits for the inevitable, for the Doctor to stop him and demand to know more. "W-wait!" Calvert says hesitantly, an underlying tone of panic in her voice that even to him sounds unfamiliar, and he stops while still keeping his back to her. "What are you gonna do with me?" "Don't worry," he replies as he turns his head slightly to look at the woman over his shoulder. He then pulls a handgun from a holster at his side and holds it up for the Doctor to see, the barrel pointing to the sky. "You'll find out soon enough."<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "female">>She leads him further down the road to where nine Androids stand in a circle, their backs to them as they approach. She stops and the other Androids step back, giving her a clear pathway to the centre. Before her is a woman on her knees, her hands tied behind her back and her face bruised. This a woman she recognises, a woman she knows intimately. "Doctor Rae Calvert," she states and the woman looks up at her, her eyebrows pulled close together and her eyes alight with anger. The sense of familiarity she feels with the Doctor is not shared. "I've been looking for you." She rolls her eyes, her chest heaving. "Congrats, you found me,” she spits. "What do you win?” The corners of her lips curl upward in faux amusement. "Where is $name $surname?" She asks, ignoring her comments. "You honestly think I'd tell you?" The Doctor says and the venom in her voice would be cutting if the woman weren't tied up and on her knees. "I thought robots were supposed to be smart.” "No," she responds honestly and the woman falters as she takes a step back. Calvert is a smart woman, though she suspects, not smart enough. "That is all." She's slow to turn on her feet as she waits for the inevitable, for the Doctor to stop her and demand to know more. "W-wait!" Calvert says hesitantly, an underlying tone of panic in her voice that even to her sounds unfamiliar, and she stops while still keeping her back to her. "What are you gonna do with me?" "Don't worry," she replies as she turns her head slightly to look at the woman over her shoulder. She then pulls a handgun from a holster at her side and holds it up for the Doctor to see, the barrel pointing to the sky. "You'll find out soon enough."<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "nonbinary">>She leads him further down the road to where nine Androids stand in a circle, their backs to them as they approach. She stops and the other Androids step back, giving her a clear pathway to the centre. Before her is a woman on her knees, her hands tied behind her back and her face bruised. This a woman they recognise, a woman they know intimately. "Doctor Rae Calvert," they state and the woman looks up at her, her eyebrows pulled close together and her eyes alight with anger. The sense of familiarity they feel with the Doctor is not shared. "I've been looking for you." She rolls her eyes, her chest heaving. "Congrats, you found me,” she spits. "What do you win?” The corners of her lips curl upward in faux amusement. "Where is $name $surname?" She asks, ignoring her comments. "You honestly think I'd tell you?" The Doctor says and the venom in her voice would be cutting if the woman weren't tied up and on her knees. "I thought robots were supposed to be smart.” "No," they respond honestly and the woman falters as they take a step back. Calvert is a smart woman, though they suspect, not smart enough. "That is all." They're slow to turn on their feet as they wait for the inevitable, for the Doctor to stop them and demand to know more. "W-wait!" Calvert says hesitantly, an underlying tone of panic in her voice that even to them sounds unfamiliar, and they stop while still keeping their back to her. "What are you gonna do with me?" "Don't worry," they reply as they turn their head slightly to look at the woman over their shoulder. They then pull a handgun from a holster at their side and hold it up for the Doctor to see, the barrel pointing to the sky. "You'll find out soon enough."<</if>> <<if $mod is "Mind Control">><center><<button "Next Chapter" "Two - MC">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $mod is "Sense Removal">><center><<button "Next Chapter" "Two - SR">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $mod is "X-Ray Vision">><center><<button "Next Chapter" "Two - XRV">><</button>></center><</if>>

<<if $kelly_gender is "male">>She leads him further down the road to where nine Androids stand in a circle, their backs to them as they approach. She stops and the other Androids step back, giving him a clear pathway to the centre. Before him is a man on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and his face bruised. This a man he recognises, a man he knows intimately. "Sergeant Baxter Silas Marx," he states and the man looks up at him, his eyebrows pulled close together and bewilderment on his face. The sense of familiarity he feels with the Sergeant is not shared. "I've been looking for you." The Sergeant doesn't respond and continues to regard him with suspicion. "Where is $name $surname?" He adds. "You honestly think I'd tell you?" The Sergeant says and the venom in his voice would be cutting if the man weren't tied up and on his knees. "No," he responds honestly and the man falters as he takes a step back. Marx is a smart man, though he suspects, not smart enough. "That is all." He's slow to turn on his feet as he waits for the inevitable, for the Sergeant to stop him and demand to know more. "W-wait!" Marx says hesitantly, an underlying tone of panic in his voice, and he stops while still keeping his back to him. "What are you gonna do with me?" "Don't worry," he replies as he turns his head slightly to look at the man over his shoulder. He then pulls a handgun from a holster at his side and holds it up for the Sergeant to see, the barrel pointing to the sky. "You'll find out soon enough."<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "female">>She leads her further down the road to where nine Androids stand in a circle, their backs to them as they approach. She stops and the other Androids step back, giving her a clear pathway to the centre. Before her is a man on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and his face bruised. This a man she recognises, a man she knows intimately. "Sergeant Baxter Silas Marx," she states and the man looks up at her, his eyebrows pulled close together and bewilderment on his face. The sense of familiarity she feels with the Sergeant is not shared. "I've been looking for you." The Sergeant doesn't respond and continues to regard her with suspicion. "Where is $name $surname?" She adds. "You honestly think I'd tell you?" The Sergeant says and the venom in his voice would be cutting if the man weren't tied up and on his knees. "No," she responds honestly and the man falters as she takes a step back. Marx is a smart man, though she suspects, not smart enough. "That is all." She's slow to turn on her feet as she waits for the inevitable, for the Sergeant to stop her and demand to know more. "W-wait!" Marx says hesitantly, an underlying tone of panic in his voice, and she stops while still keeping her back to him. "What are you gonna do with me?" "Don't worry," she replies as she turns her head slightly to look at the man over her shoulder. She then pulls a handgun from a holster at her side and holds it up for the Sergeant to see, the barrel pointing to the sky. "You'll find out soon enough."<</if>><<if $kelly_gender is "nonbinary">>She leads them further down the road to where nine Androids stand in a circle, their backs to them as they approach. She stops and the other Androids step back, giving them a clear pathway to the centre. Before them is a man on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and his face bruised. This a man they recognise, a man they know intimately. "Sergeant Baxter Silas Marx," they state and the man looks up at them, his eyebrows pulled close together and bewilderment on his face. The sense of familiarity they feel with the Sergeant is not shared. "I've been looking for you." The Sergeant doesn't respond and continues to regard them with suspicion. "Where is $name $surname?" She adds. "You honestly think I'd tell you?" The Sergeant says and the venom in his voice would be cutting if the man weren't tied up and on his knees. "No," they respond honestly and the man falters as they take a step back. Marx is a smart man, though they suspect, not smart enough. "That is all." They’re slow to turn on their feet as they wait for the inevitable, for the Sergeant to stop them and demand to know more. "W-wait!" Marx says hesitantly, an underlying tone of panic in his voice, and they stop while still keeping their back to him. "What are you gonna do with me?" "Don't worry," they reply as they turn their head slightly to look at the man over their shoulder. They then pull a handgun from a holster at their side and hold it up for the Sergeant to see, the barrel pointing to the sky. "You'll find out soon enough."<</if>> <<if $mod is "Mind Control">><center><<button "Next Chapter" "Two - MC">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $mod is "Sense Removal">><center><<button "Next Chapter" "Two - SR">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $mod is "X-Ray Vision">><center><<button "Next Chapter" "Two - XRV">><</button>></center><</if>>

<<set $go_with_rae to true>>The four of you had been together not so long ago until you reached a cross-section and decided to split up to save time. You chose to go with Rae and after promising to meet back at the cross-section in an hour - no excuses - you set off. She meets your eyes briefly before quickly looking away and you take a deep breath before moving closer to her. "You're quiet," you state and she rolls her eyes both physically and mentally. "So?" She counters. "Are you okay?" She looks at you, but again only for a moment, before she looks down at the ground, her hands tightening around her gun. "Dakota could lose her leg and we could die out here, so no, $name; I'm not okay." You heave a sigh.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Yeah... me neither.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I prefer to look on the bright side.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 1-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"But we have to keep moving, right?" She shrugs, taking a deep breath. "We don't exactly have a choice." "No, but we have each other." You've stopped walking and you can't help but will her to look at you. Not as Dakota's younger sibling, not as the 'chosen one', but just as $name. And when she does, there's a storm raging in her hazel eyes. "Yeah," she says softly, eventually. "I guess we do." She holds eye contact for a long moment before she's walking again and you have to force your legs to move again long after she does. Though there's no malice in her voice or words, there's an uneasiness to her thoughts that you can't find the source of. Catching up to her, you glance between her and the road before asking the question that makes you feel just as uneasy. "Are you upset that I chose to come with you?" You hold your breath as you wait for her response and the dreaded //'yes'//. Perhaps you really are just Dakota's younger sibling after all. "No," she says slowly and that surprises you even if it shouldn't. She pauses and you can tell it's because she's trying to figure out the right words to say. "I guess I'm just curious about why." //Why.// You suppose that is a good question but you're unsure of whether the answer is just as good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like you.\"🤍</div>' 'mc 1-rae 2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like spending time with you.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 2-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Self Preservation.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 2-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I don\'t like Baxter.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 2-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She scoffs. "Oh, yeah? And what's that?" "Well, for one; we might actually get the supplies we need." She glances you, uncertainty in her eyes but she doesn't push you on the issue. "Is that it?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"...Pretty much, yeah.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 1-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Of course not.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 1-2-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"But-" you say, stopping her before she can make whatever sarcastic comment you hear brewing in her thoughts. "Give me time and I'm sure I can come up with more." She regards for you a moment before a small - //very small// - and amused smile appears on her face. "Are you at least going to think in silence?" You give her a smile of your own before replying. "I can certainly try but I make no promises." She rolls her eyes but you know there's no annoyance behind the action. "Lucky me." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

She raises an expectant eyebrow at you that silently urges you to continue. And to please her, you do; "We get to spend time together." She snorts and quickly raises a hand to cover her mouth as she attempts to school her face back into a neutral expression. "I'm not sure I'd call this a prime bonding experience." "Really?" you say. "I would." "Why?" You shrug your shoulders before flashing her a smile. "Because I can get to know you more, you know? Without the influence of the others." She frowns then, looking away from you and at the road ahead. For a moment, you're afraid she won't reply but after a beat of silence, she proves you wrong. "What's there to know?" She mutters as she surveys your surroundings with a critical eye. "That's what I want to find out," you reply. She still doesn't look at you and even when you try to get a read on her thoughts, she buries everything so deep it's impossible to know what she really thinks. "Maybe you'll get a chance," she answers eventually, though she doesn't sound too hopeful. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 20, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 20, 0, 100), $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>"That's not funny," she says, wrinkling her nose at you. You stifle a laugh as you look at her. "It's not a joke." She suddenly stops, confusion replacing her annoyance. "But you don't know me." "I want to, though." This only seems to confuse her more and you can't stop yourself from laughing any longer. "Why? There's no point." She frowns at you, though at this point, it looks more like a pout. "We're all gonna die soon anyway." "That's the //entire// point, Rae." You gesture for you to continue walking and after a moment, she reluctantly joins you. "If we //do// die sometime soon, don't you want to go out knowing that you had someone?" She raises an eyebrow at you, scepticism written across her face. "And that someone is supposed to be you?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can be.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 2-1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"...Maybe.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 2-1-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I don\'t know.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 2-1-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>She wrinkles her nose at you. "Why?" "Because you're my sisters best friend?" you laugh. She rolls her eyes and it's clear that you've said the wrong thing. "That means nothing in the grand scheme of things." "What do you mean?" She shrugs, putting on a facade of not really understanding but from the thoughts racing through her head, you know she understands perfectly. "It's just... sometimes I feel like the only reason I'm part of the group is because of my friendship with Kota or because of what I can do; not because any of you actually like me." "That's not true," you say as you frown at her because it //isn't// true, not for you at least. "It is," she scoffs. "You just said so yourself; you like me because I'm Dakota's best friend." You place your hand on her upper arm, pulling her to a stop and forcing her to look at you in your eyes. "It's not true, Rae," you repeat, speaking slowly to make sure she catches every word. "That's not the only reason I like you." She sighs and pulls her arm out of your grasp before taking a step away from you. "Maybe not," she starts before pausing and you dread the words she says next. "It's the only one that matters though." <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 2-2-1">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100)>>She narrows her eyes at you and her lips turn downward in a scowl. "Of course," she says, her words bitter. "Because that's all I'm good for, right? Playing the role of bodyguard?" You bite your tongue because you know that's exactly why you came with her. She's a good fighter, both with her mod and a weapon, and with the target specifically painted on your back, she's the right choice to have next to you if you get attacked. Her hazel eyes scan over your face, looking for the answer you won't say out loud. Eventually she looks away, dissatisfied with what she found. "You know, for a moment there; I actually thought you cared about me, $name," she starts and you're surprised that instead of angry, she just sounds sad. "But you've made it crystal clear that you don't." You open your mouth to say something, //anything//, in response when she cuts you off with a glare and a raised hand. "Don't bother, nothing you could possibly say can undo what just happened." She pulls her hand back and looks at the road once more. The silence builds between you like brick and mortar and as you finally manage to wrap your head around the last few minutes, you can't deny the feeling that you've made an irredeemable, irreversible mistake. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100)>>Her face twists into something like a scowl. "What, so I'm just the best of a bad bunch?" You roll your eyes at her. "I didn't say that, Rae." "You may as well have," she says and as a look of hurt takes over her face, you can't help but feel <<cycle "$rae_insult" autoselect>> <<option "bad">> <<option "indifferent">> <<option "pleased">> <</cycle>>, though it's gone just as fast it appeared. "You know, for a moment there; I actually thought you cared about me, $name. But you've made it crystal clear that you don't." You open your mouth to say something, //anything//, in response when she cuts you off with a glare and a raised hand. "Don't bother, nothing you could possibly say can undo what just happened." She pulls her hand back and looks at the road once more. The silence builds between you like brick and mortar and as you finally manage to wrap your head around the last few minutes, you can't deny the feeling that you've made an irredeemable, irreversible mistake. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

The silence stretches infinitely between you and you find yourself desparate for a break; although, knowing Rae as much as you do, you're going to have to be the one to break it. You clear your throat. "I'm sorry, Rae." "Don't apologise," she mutters. "You haven't done anything wrong." //Okay,// you think. //Not at all where I thought this was gonna go.// "I've clearly upset you -" "It doesn't matter anymore," she says, cutting you off. "What's done is done; we don't have to keep talking about it." You resist the urge to roll your eyes and sigh instead. Despite your ability to hear thoughts, Rae keeps hers extremely guarded and you're not exactly thrilled by being left out of how she really feels. "What if I want to talk about it?" you question. "What if I don't?" She counters. You look at each other for a long moment and the silence that spans between you seems to be the final nail in coffin. This conversation is over, whether you want it to be or not. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't know where the confidence comes from to say these things but they're out there now and since there's no taking them back, you can only plow forward. "If you want it to." She stares at you for a long moment and just when you begin to fear that you've said the wrong thing, she gives you a real, genuine smile. "Yeah," she says, breathless. "Maybe I do." She leaves it that but it doesn't matter. Because 'maybe' is better than no, 'maybe' is good enough and 'maybe' puts a bright smile on your face. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom - 10, 0, 100)>>You don't where the confidence came from to initally tell Rae that you like her but it's long gone now. So much so that you can only vaguely insinuate that yes, you want it to be you. She stares at you for a long moment and just when you begin to fear that you've said the wrong thing, she gives you a real, genuine smile. "Maybe," she agrees with a slow nod of her head. She leaves it that but if her current thoughts are anything to go by, maybe is good. //Maybe is very good.// <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

You don't where the confidence came from to initally tell Rae that you like her but it's long gone now. So much so that you take back the confession as a whole in a way. Somewhat of a disappointed expression flits across her features though it's difficult to be certain, even when reading her thoughts. She's always been good at burying things deep and you've never been one to pry. She stares at you for a long moment before turning away, keeping whatever she previosuly wanted to say to herself. Maybe it's better this way, keeping her both close and at a distance, but only time will tell. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

You've lost track of how long Rae and you have been out here, weaving your way through the wreckage until you finally come across the holy grail you've been looking for. She slows to a stop beside you, her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows pulled together. "Is that what I think it is?" "Yep," you say, popping the 'p'. //A shopping mall.// "Think it has what we need?" She shrugs. "Only one way to find out. Is it empty?" You reach out with your mod, searching for the thoughts of any sentient being that may be inside. "I think so," you say after a moment. "I don't sense anyone." There's something about this area that makes you nervous, but you can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. She looks at you for a moment before setting off for the entrance, not waiting for you to go on or even follow. You take off after her, broken glass crunching under your boots. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 4">><</button>></center>

For reasons you can't fathom, the shopping mall still has electricity and the entrance's glass doors slide open as soon as you step up to them. A chill runs down your spine; you don't think anything could feel like this place does, cold and empty and so unlike everything it used to be. Rae doesn't hesitate to enter first, though you pause just to get your bearings. The automatic doors shut behind you, sealing you away from the rest of the world. The overhead lights flicker and struggle to stay on, but it's enough to be able to see and weave around discarded shopping bags and dead bodies. The eerie ambience doesn't fade as you walk, instead only increasing as time goes on. There isn't a store you pass that hasn't been picked clean. Every once in a while you pass a body lying faceup, but you do your best to avoid looking at eyes and faces. Eventually, you come to a store that looks reasonably untouched, though you've long learnt that looks can be deceiving. Rae arches an eyebrow up at you before gesturing to the door. "After you."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t tell me you\'re scared, Rae.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 5-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Why do I have to go in first?\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Nuh uh, no way.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 5-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Enter the store</div>' 'mc 1-rae 5-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine - 10, 0, 100), $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic + 10, 0, 100)>>She rolls her eyes so far back that you imagine it must hurt. "Absolutely terrified, $name," she deadpans. "I'm shaking in my boots." "Your sarcasm doesn't fool me, Calvert." You nudge her with your elbow and she scowls at you. "It's okay to admit when you're afraid." She looks at you for a long moment as her thoughts bounce between all the snarky comments she can think of before she decides against all of them completely. "Fine," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. A quick look at the items stocked tells you this used to be a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with first aid kits and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

She rolls her eyes so far back that you imagine it must hurt. "Oh, silly me for thinking you'd want to," she deadpans. "It's only your sister we need to get supplies for." Frowning at her, you cross your arms over your chest. "I know why we're out here, Rae," you say softly. "You don't have to be a bitch about it." Her face softens momentarily as she considers whether to apologise or not. The sincerity on her face - and in her thoughts - are gone just as fast it appeared however, and her expression neutralises once more. "Let's just get this over with," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. A quick look at the items stocked tells you this used to be a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with first aid kits and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 5, 0, 100)>>She rolls her eyes so far back that you imagine it must hurt. "Seriously?" She questions, her tone demanding. "You know it's empty." You drop your eyes to the ground to avoid looking directly at her. "It's creepy," you say softly after a moment. She looks at me for a long moment as her thoughts bounce between all the snarky comments she can think of before she decides against all of them completely. "Fine," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. A quick look at the items stocked tells you this used to be a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with first aid kits and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>>The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. A quick look at the items stocked tells you this used to be a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with first aid kits and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'mc 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-rae 7'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'mc 1-rae 7'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-rae 7'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'mc 1-rae 7'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'mc 1-rae 7'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'mc 1-rae 8'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'mc 1-rae 8'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'mc 1-rae 8'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'mc 1-rae 8'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'mc 1-rae 8'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

You're just closing your bag when Rae calls out for you. You turn around to face her and your eyes immediately latch onto the hunting knife in her hand, almost as large as her forearm. "Pretty cool, huh?" She flashes you a rare smile as she tosses the knife in the air, flipping it, and catching it in the other hand.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"That\'s hot.\"🤍</div>' 'mc 1-rae 9-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"That\'s, um... wow.\"🤍</div>' 'mc 1-rae 9-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are there more?\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 9-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Roll your eyes</div>' 'mc 1-rae 9-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>She winks at you before doing it again. She then looks back at the display of knives behind her, a contemplative look on her face. "I wonder if I'm still able to juggle." You snort as you walk toward her, slinging your bag back over your shoulders. "Maybe figure that out another day," you offer. "You know, when we're not running the risk of dying." "Didn't know you were so boring," she grumbles with a roll of her eyes. She slides the knife into its holster and straps it to her thigh before glancing up at you. "Are you gonna take one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy if you ever need a weapon. "You've actually got a few choices," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where sections devoted to guns, hunting equipment and other weaponry stand.<</if>> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>She gives you a suprisingly affectionate smile before doing it again. She then looks back at the display of knives behind her, a contemplative look on her face. "I wonder if I'm still able to juggle." You snort as you walk toward her, slinging your bag back over your shoulders. "Maybe figure that out another day," you offer. "You know, when we're not running the risk of dying." "Didn't know you were so boring," she grumbles with a roll of her eyes. She slides the knife into its holster and straps it to her thigh before glancing up at you. "Are you gonna take one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy if you ever need a weapon. "You've actually got a few choices," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where sections devoted to guns, hunting equipment and other weaponry stand.<</if>> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She nods as you walk over, an uncharacteristically eager smile on her face. "Yeah, you want one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy if you ever need a weapon. "You've actually got a few choices," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where sections devoted to guns, hunting equipment and other weaponry stand.<</if>> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She seems to project her annoyance towards you even louder than usual, which is saying a lot for her, but it's an annoyance you share. You're not in the mood for whatever she's getting at and the feeling of unease you felt earlier has only grown. You need to get all that you came for and get out //now//. She heaves a sigh, almost as loud as her mental warfare, and beckons you closer. "Do you want one?" She asks, punctuating each word to prove just how much she doesn't want to help you. She then gestures with the knife to the display behind her. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy if you ever need a weapon. "You've actually got a few choices," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where sections devoted to guns, hunting equipment and other weaponry stand.<</if>> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'mc 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $knife to true>>Once more following her lead, you randomly choose a knife and test the weight of it in your hand. The handle is solid with ridges underneath so that you can get a firm grip on it and as you bring your arm upward, it cuts clean through the air. After another moment of examining it, you nod, pleased with it, and grab the holster. As you're strapping the knife to your thigh, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because her thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's an Android in the store. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $extra_ammo to true>>A variety of hunting equipment decorates the wall and shelves of this corner, from bows and throwing axes to bear traps. But you're not interested in the weapons, just the ammunition. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You quickly scan the selection of arrows in search of the ones you need before grabbing as many as you'll be able to carry, Rae following close behind you. You pull your quiver off your back and fill the remaining space with arrows. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because her thoughts tell you everything I need to know: there's Android in the store.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You quickly scan the selection of bolts in search of the ones you need before grabbing as many as you'll be able to carry, Rae following close behind you. You pull your quiver off your back and fill the remaining space with bolts. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because her thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android in the store.<</if>> Shielded by the counter, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $extra_ammo to true>>Guns hang on hooks on the wall, varying from hunting rifles to handguns, and a glass counter just in front of it that houses the bullets. You quickly scan the boxes of bullets in search of the ones you need before rounding the counter to access the hatch, Rae following close behind you. You pull your bag off your back once more and grab the bullets, tossing them inside and effectively filling the last of the empty space. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because her thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android in the store. Shielded by the counter, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 5, 0, 100)>>You shake your head as you straighten up. "I think I'll be okay." Rae only rolls her eyes, though the words 'foolish' and 'arrogant' pop very loudly into her head as she looks over you. It doesn't matter what she thinks though, you're allowed to be confident in your abilities. You're just turning towards her, ready to tell her as much when her fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because her thoughts tell you everything you need to know: there's Android in the store. Shielded by the counter, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its thoughts and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

Rae's next thought catches your attention. //"Are there more?"// You do a quick search and your blood runs cold at the dozens of Android minds you find. They're patrolling the mall, searching for you and even though you can't tell exactly how many there are, you know more on their way. You have to get out of here now. You nod your head and she mentally curses, thinking every expletive known to man while you move on to figuring out your escape. You can really only come up with two options: either use your mod on the Android currently in the store and expose yourselves by going out through the front or attempt to find another way.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Use your mod</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Find another way out</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $mc_mod to Math.clamp($mc_mod + 10, 0, 100)>>While you're not able to tell what the outcome will be, you decide it's your best bet. If only there was a way to inform Rae of your plan before actually executing it. This would be so much easier if she could hear your thoughts too. You take a deep breath and once more reach out with your mod, latching onto the thoughts of the Android and taking over. It resists you at first, putting up a decent enough fight but it loses in the end. Rae is watching you with a mixture of curiosity and alarm, and you take another breath before explaining yourself. It's not impossible to multitask when using your mod but it does take a lot of focus so you have to go about this carefully. "I've got the Android under control," you say, keeping your voice low and steady. "We can use it as a shield of sorts as we escape." //"What about the others?"// she thinks, still afraid to speak out loud. "Let me handle it." You offer your best reassuring smile but she still doesn't look convinced. "Do you trust me?" She regards you for a brief moment, truly contemplating whether she //can// trust you before she nods her head decisively. "I trust you too," you tell her. "We're not dying today." There's no way of knowing if that's true, but right now, you have to believe it is. There's no other choice. She nods again and you hold each other's eyes, delaying the inevitable for one more second before she's getting to her feet and raising her gun. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 12-1">><</button>></center>

You're running before you even have a chance to process what's happened. The surrounding Androids turn to you in synch and with their own weapons raised, they chase after you. Rae shoots with accuracy, sparing no more than one bullet per body and you attempt to keep up <<if $weapon is "bow">>with your own weapon and the Android under your control.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>with your own weapon and the Android under your control.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>with your own weapon and the Android under your control.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>with your own weapon and the Android under your control.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mods">>with the Android under your control.<</if>> But it's not enough to hold them all back. "Do something!" Rae yells at you, her voice barely loud enough to be heard over the gunfire. And she's right, you have to do something more but you know she's not going to be happy with it. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You skid to a stop, lowering your weapon at the time, and take a few deep breaths. Rae yells again when she realises you're no longer beside her but you ignore her. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You skid to a stop, lowering your weapon at the time, and take a few deep breaths. Rae yells again when she realises you're no longer beside her but you ignore her. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You skid to a stop, lowering your weapon at the time, and take a few deep breaths. Rae yells again when she realises you're no longer beside her but you ignore her. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You skid to a stop, lowering your weapon at the time, and take a few deep breaths. Rae yells again when she realises you're no longer beside her but you ignore her. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You skid to a stop and take a few deep breaths. Rae yells again when she realises you're no longer beside her but you ignore her. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mod and pull the other Androids under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks.<</if>> You hear and see nothing, you just barely feel Rae's hand wrapping around your arm before you're running again. All that matters now is that you give Rae a clear path. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 12-3">><</button>></center>

The Android stands in front of a shelf some feet away from you, staring vacantly at the sleeping bags on display. Standing idle. Rae briefly glances at you to make sure you still have it under control but you keep your focus on the Android. With careful precision, you make it raise its rifle and turn to the entrance. Making it walk proves slightly difficult but it puts one foot in front of the other nonetheless - though it does resemble a baby deer trying to walk for the first time. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You walk behind it and attempt to nock an arrow in your bow while still keeping your focus on the Android. It helps that you've done this dozens of times and no longer need to look where to place the arrow.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You walk behind it and attempt to load a bolt in your crossbow while still keeping your focus on the Android. It helps that you've done this dozens of times and no longer need to look where to place the bolt.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You walk behind it and raise your handguns in front of you while still keeping your focus on the Android. You just hope you won't have to do much shooting.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You walk behind it and raise your rifle in front of you while still keeping your focus on the Android. You just hope you won't have to do much shooting.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You walk behind it and concentrate solely on the Android. It feels strange to not have a weapon in your hands in such a dangerous situation but that at least means you won't have to split your focus.<</if>> You've barely made it two steps out of the camping store, however, when you're stopped by another Android. Time seems to slow as Rae looks at you, you look at her, and the new Android looks at its comrade, a frown distorting its deadpan face. And then Rae takes the first shot; the Android powering down as black blood pours from the bullet hole between its eyes. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 12-2">><</button>></center>

You don't know how much time you spend running but you can't dwell on it. Your hold on the Androids is slipping, their minds fighting you for control but you push back as hard as you can, hoping and praying that Rae is managing on her own. You're sinking deeper into the depths of your own thoughts the longer this goes on. You've never gone this far before. It's a strange sensation, exploring your mind this intimately, finding out things about yourself you long forgotten or hidden away. The memories and secrets call out to you, pull me in every which direction, demanding attention. //$name. $name. $name.// The voices distort as they call and cry, beg and plead. They want you. They need you. //$name. $name.// You're sinking to the bottom. <center><<button "\"$name!\"" "mc 1-rae 12-4">><</button>></center>

Beneath it all is Rae, her own voice desperate. "Wake up, $nickname!" You hear her say. "You need to let them go!" You listen to her and let your hold on the Androids go, putting all of your focus into pulling yourself out of the depths of your mind. It feels as though you're wearing weighted shoes that force you down but you put all your strength into the climb. You remember the warning about your mod, you just never thought it would be this difficult to overcome. It helps to have Rae's voice to follow. You gasp for air when you break free and from the burning in your lungs, you realise you must have stopped breathing. You look around as you try to regain your breath and you see that you're outside the mall. You're on the ground, propped against the wall, the surrounding rubble pushing painfully into your back and limbs. Rae is on her knees next to you though her back is to you and it's only when you hear the gunfire once again that you realise you're still not safe. She throws a quick glance over her shoulder, ready to yell again when relief blooms on her face. "If you have a plan, now would be the time to tell me!" She says between shots. She adjusts her aim but when she pulls the trigger again, her gun clicks uselessly, announcing that she's officially out of bullets. She curses and collapses down next to you, her chest heaving. "I'm out." <<if $weapon is "bow">>Checking your quiver, you still have a few arrows left but, judging from the amount of Android minds encroaching on your own, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>Checking your quiver, you still have a few bolts left but, judging from the amount of Android minds encroaching on your own, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>Checking the magazines of each gun, you still have a few bullets left but, judging from the amount of Android minds encroaching on your own, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>Checking the magazine, you still have a few bullets left but, judging from the amount of Android minds encroaching on your own, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>>She looks at you then and even if you didn't have the ability, you can tell what she's thinking just from that look alone. "I can't go back under," you say weakly. Your mind is too tired, you couldn't control anyone even if you wanted to. But more than that, you're too scared to go under again. You'd never tell her that, though. "Shit," she mutters, dragging a hand over her face. You sit together for a moment, wasting time as you try to come up with some kind of plan. You're just about to give up when you hear her sharp intake of breath. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 12-5">><</button>></center>

You watch as she rips her bag off her back before rifling through its contents. At last, she pulls out a lighter. You look at her, confused. "What -" "$name," she says, interrupting you. "When I say so, run." Looking between her and lighter, you don't need to ask her why. She's going to use her mod to give you the chance to escape. She's going to sacrifice herself for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12-6-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure about this?\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12-6-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_rae to true>>She finally looks at you, her face stern. "I wasn't asking your permission, $name." When you open your mouth to argue, she cuts you off again. "Look, they don't give a shit about me but if //you're// captured, then it's all over. Do you want that to happen?" You heave a sigh but shake your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave her behind, nor do you want to be the reason she dies but she's right and her mind is already made up. She's already turning away from you; this could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss her🤍</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12-7-1'>><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug her</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_rae to true>>She finally looks at you, her face uncertain. "No, but I'm doing it anyway." You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and she stares at you for a long moment before she's turning away from you. This could potentially be the last time you see her and while you're willingly letting her do this for you, you don't how to end this.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss her🤍</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12-7-1'>><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug her</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc 1-rae 12-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_rae to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab her shoulder before turning her to face you. She's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing your lips to hers. <<if $rae_rom > 50>>For a brief second, she freezes but then she's kissing you back, her tongue pushing into your mouth, her free hand wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in her hair and you feel like you're drowning in her kisses. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as she pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," she says breathlessly. Her face is flushed and she looks beautiful. You don't ever want to look away from but then her words fully register in your head and you know you're gonna have to. "Don't die," you tell her and a vague smile curls at her lips. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_rom < 50>>For a brief second, she freezes and you allow yourself to get your hopes up, but then she pulls away. "You have to go," she says quietly, avoiding your eyes. There are so many things you want to say to her but none of them make their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, she turns away, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>> Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. You're getting further from where you're supposed to meet Baxter and Felix, but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around her, hugging her tight. <<if $rae_relationship is "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with her.">>Tentatively, she raises her free hand and squeezes your arm. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship is "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in furthering your friendship with her.">>Tentatively, she raises her free hand and squeezes your arm. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship is "You don't have an opinion about ''Rae''.">>After a moment, she raises her free hand and gently pulls your arms away from her. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship is "You don't like ''Rae'' and don't want to get to know her any better.">>After a moment, she raises her free hand and pulls your arms away from her. "You have to go," she says eventually. You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>> Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. You're getting further from where you're supposed to meet Baxter and Felix, but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath. Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. You're getting further from where you're supposed to meet Baxter and Felix, but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>It's too dangerous to go out through the front; even with your respective abilities, it's too risky. This your best chance of survival. And for someone without the ability to hear thoughts, Rae is able to read yours surprisingly well as she begins to search for another way out as well. Behind the till you spot a door that you assume leads to a back room of sorts. And despite the Android moving in silence, you can feel its mind encroaching on your own as it gets closer so you need to make a move. You have no idea what lies behind that door but you're running out of options. Tapping Rae on the arm, you get her attention and point to the door. She regards it for a moment, calculating the risk of going in there versus the risk of staying out here in her head before she nods. Without another moment's hesitation, she takes off across the floor, army-crawling her way to the till and you follow suit. You make sure to keep track of where the Android is in the store and redirect it when it gets too close. After what feels like an eternity, you reach the other side of the till and Rae pulls herself up against the door, turning the handle as quietly as she can. The door creaks softly as she pushes it open and when the Android snaps its head in your direction, you quickly redirect to the front of the store. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 13-1">><</button>></center>

Once inside, you shut the door behind you and look around the room for a way to bar it. You're in a storage room, cardboard boxes and metal shelves line the walls but more than that, you realise there's no other way out. "Shit!" Rae curses softly as she paces the length of the room, her hands in her hair. She glances at you momentarily, her hazel eyes panicked. "What are we gonna do, $name?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Reassure her</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Ignore her and focus on finding a way out</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-2-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 5, 0, 100), $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100)>>"Just take a breath, Rae," you say, urging her to calm down. "We can figure this out." If she continues to panic, she's going to draw the Androids to you and you can only do so much to keep them away. Already you can sense more entering the store. "Okay," she says before taking a few deep breaths. "You're right... we can do this." She continues to pace as she shakes out her hands. Her thoughts race a million miles a minute, coming up with multiple solutions that she ultimately discards. You close your eyes for a moment; with the increasing number of Android minds closing in on the boundaries of your own, you're running out of time. Rae lets out a soft gasp and you open your eyes again to find her staring up at the ceiling, specifically at the grille covering the air vent. Wordlessly, she hurries over to the nearest shelve and drags it to the space just below the vent, and you cringe at the noise produced by the metal being dragged across the floor. She quickly climbs up the shelves and reaches for the grille, groaning loudly in frustration when it doesn't budge. "Ugh! I need something to take out the screws or..." she trails off and you raise an eyebrow at her when she looks at you. "Toss me my bag!" <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 13-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100)>>You put Rae out of your mind and continue to search the room. You desperately need a way out and you can only do so much to keep the Androids away; already you can sense more entering the store. A quick glance up at the ceiling gives you your smoking gun: an air vent in the centre of the room, covered by a grille. "Rae, look!" you say, drawing her attention away from her incessant pacing to the air vent. Wordlessly, she hurries over to the nearest shelve and drags it to the space just below the vent, and you cringe at the noise produced by the metal being dragged across the floor. She quickly climbs up the shelves and reaches for the grille, groaning loudly in frustration when it doesn't budge. "Ugh! I need something to take out the screws or..." she trails off and you raise an eyebrow at her when she looks at you. "Toss me my bag!" <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 13-3">><</button>></center>

You hurry across the room to where she dumped her bag and grab it before throwing it to her. "Whatever your plan is, I suggest you do it fast," you say as she betters her grip on the shelf in order to rifle through the bag. "We don't have long before our friends out there make their way over here." You return to your place at the door - which is still unlocked - and continue to redirect Androids whenever they get too close. It won't be enough to deter them for long though. Finally she pulls a lighter from the bag and you only have a brief moment to wonder where she got it before she flicks it on. "You need to go under, $name," she says, glancing at you. "It's about to get really loud." It doesn't take a genius to realise that she's going to use her mod to melt the grille, which means you have to use //your// mod to give her the time to do that. She watches you as you take a deep breath and close your eyes. You reach out with your mod and pull all the Androids you can reach under your control. It takes every single ounce of your focus, the threads of your own mind spread thin, but you're able to stop them in their tracks. You hear and see nothing, you can just barely feel the warmth of the fire Rae produces. All that matters now is that you give her time. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 13-4">><</button>></center>

You don't how much time you spend just standing idly by the door but you can't dwell on it. Your hold on the Androids is slipping, their minds fighting you for control but you push back as hard as you can, hoping and praying that Rae is managing on her own. You're sinking deeper into the depths of your own thoughts the longer this goes on. You've never gone this far before. It's a strange sensation, exploring your mind this intimately, finding out things about yourself you've long forgotten or hidden away. The memories and secrets call out to you, pull you in every which direction, demanding attention. //$name. $name. $name.// The voices distort as they call and cry, beg and plead. They want you. They need you. //$name. $name.// You're sinking to the bottom. <center><<button "\"$name!\"" "mc 1-rae 13-5">><</button>></center>

Beneath it all is Rae, her own voice desperate. "Wake up, $nickname!" You hear her saying. "You need to let them go!" You listen to her and let your hold on the Androids go, putting all of your focus into pulling yourself out of the depths of your mind. It feels as though you're wearing weighted shoes that force you down but you put all your strength into the climb. You remember the warning about your mod, you just never thought it would be this difficult to overcome. It helps to have Rae's voice to follow. You gasp for air when you break free and from the burning in your lungs, you realise you must have stopped breathing. You look around as you try to regain your breath and you see that you're on the floor, Rae hovering over you. Another shelf has been pulled in front of the door and the grille that covered the air vent has been melted off. "Come on!" She says as she pulls you up. You sway slightly on your feet, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen, but she doesn't take a moment to let you rest. She pushes you towards the shelf under the vent and urges you to climb up. You do as you're told and climb the shelves before pulling yourself into the air vent. It's a tighter fit than you expected, your arms pressed somewhat uncomfortably against the sides, and you're forced to crawl backward over the opening to offer your hand down to Rae. She stares up at you for a long moment before slowly shaking her head. "No," she says and you watch in horror as she pushes the shelve over until it crashes to the floor. "What are you doing? We have to get out of here!" She rolls her eyes at you, the exasperation painted clear on her face. "I'm trying to keep you alive, $name!" It takes you too long to realise that she's serious and your stomach drops. This it; she's going to sacrifice for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-6-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure about this?\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-6-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_rae to true>>She glares up at you. "I wasn't asking for your permission!" When you open your mouth to argue, she cuts you off again. "Look, they don't give a shit about me but if //you're// captured, then it's all over. Do you want that to happen?" You heave a sigh but shake your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave her behind, nor do you want to be the reason she dies but she's right and her mind is already made up. She's already turning away from you; this could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t die, please?\"🤍</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-7-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Be careful, okay?\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_rae to true>>She glances up at you, her face uncertain. "No, but I'm doing it anyway." You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and she stares at you for a long moment before she's turning away. This could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t die, please?\"🤍</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-7-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Be careful, okay?\"</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc 1-rae 13-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

A vague smile curls at her lips. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

She gives you a small nod. "I'll do my best." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to darken; a bright and vibrant orange bleeds into the pale blue from the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 16">><</button>></center>

<<set $vent to true>>The air vent seems to go on endlessly, and even long after the presence of Android minds and the sound of roaring fire and Rae's screams fade, you push on, searching for a way out. The vent is hot and tight, pressing in on you from all sides but you keep going. All that matters for now is that you're still alive. For now. Finally, //eventually//, you come across another vent covering, light pouring in through the slits in the grille. The metal is rusted and feels weak under your fingertips. You take a deep breath as you raise your hands before slamming them down onto the grille, putting as much of your body weight behind the action as you can. It doesn't break away immediately and you're forced to hit it over and over, your hands coming away bloodier each time before the metal crumbles beneath you and you fall out of the vent. You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as your body slams into the concrete below and for a long moment, you just lay there, trying to regain your bearings. When you feel well enough to stand, you realise you're in the parking garage and the presence of Android minds slowly returns. Though they feel vague and distant, it's only a matter of time before they come this way and that's all the motivation you need to get the hell out of here. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 15-1">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the mall as you can. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Rae; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to darken; a bright and vibrant orange bleeds into the pale blue from the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 16">><</button>></center>

You duck inside and begin to walk through each room downstairs. A large kitchen with a bar and island counter, the cupboards standing open and barren. A dining room with a mahogany table, gold silk tablecloth stained with spilt red wine and eight surrounding chairs. A study with a hand-carved wooden desk and four packed bookshelves packed to the brim with books covered in dust. Picture frames lining the walls that depict smiling faces and another lifetime. Each room is connected by archways instead of doors, giving you an almost full view of the next room while standing in another. It's a nice house, despite the still air and distinct lack of its previous hosts. When you get to the living room, however, you stop dead in your tracks. you weren't sure of it earlier, but now that you've moved further into the house, it's undeniable; you can hear a distinct beeping coming from somewhere. Frowning, you turn on your feet, frantically searching for the source. Not the fireplace, the mantle, the couches or the coffee table. Slowly, regretfully, you stop. It's not coming from anywhere in the living room, so where... You turn around to face the archway that leads out into the entryway. From your position, you can clearly see the front door which remains open. You drop your gaze to the bottom of the door and just as the beeping begins to speed up, your eyes widen at the two small devices connected to the base of the wall, each with a small blinking red light. You've just barely thrown your arms over your head and half turned your body when the bomb goes off. <center><<button "Next" "interlude - rae">><</button>></center>

<<set $mod to "Sense Removal">><<if $their is "his">><<set $theyre to "he's">><<set $Theyre to "He's">><<set $Their to "His">><</if>><<if $their is "her">><<set $Their to "Her">><<set $theyre to "she's">><<set $Theyre to "She's">><</if>><<if $their is "their">><<set $Their to "Their">><<set $theyre to "they're">><<set $Theyre to "They're">><</if>><<if $their is "xyr">><<set $Their to "Xyr">><<set $theyre to "xe's">><<set $Theyre to "Xe's">><</if>><<if $they is "he">><<set $They to "He">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>><<if $they is "she">><<set $They to "She">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>><<if $they is "they">><<set $They to "They">><<set $is_are to "are">><<set $IS_ARE to "Are">><</if>><<if $they is "xe">><<set $They to "Xe">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>> <<nobr>><center><h1>''Chapter, the First''</h1></center> <center><h2>''$name $surname''</h2></center>You'll never get used to the silence. The city shouldn't sound like this, like nothing. You can still remember the hum of traffic, never ending no matter the time of day; the harsh and shrill cries of construction tools on a site doomed to forever remain incomplete; the steady baseline of music filtering out the doors of a new nightclub. Now it's all gone, the air is cold and empty. The quiet is unnatural. Unsettling. Deafening.<</nobr>> You don't realise how much you get used to something - //how much you'll miss it// - until it's gone. You stare out into the trees from your vantage point, the wilderness dead and quiet. While animals seem to have fled in light of the apocalypse, nature has flourished, reclaiming whatever man-made structure stood in its path. It's confusing to look at what can only be described as a dense and lush forest while standing on the balcony of a fifth floor apartment; you were always told nature would find a way to take back what was taken from it, you just never thought you'd live to see it. You're pulled from your reverie by your name being called. You turn around and see Felix making his way across the balcony, his brows knitted together in concentration as he weaves through the scattered furniture. You first met him in high school when he tripped walking towards class and brought you down with him. You've been best friends ever since and though this isn't exactly how you imagined your lives going, you're glad you have him by your side. He joins you at the railing, glancing between your face and the trees. "You've been out here a while," he states. "See anything?" <<set $meet_felix to true>> <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-1">><</button>></center>

"Not yet," you reply with a shake of your head, letting your eyes return to the trees, scanning them for any signs of life. "It's like everything's frozen; it's eerie. But..." you trail off, trying to find the words to describe your feelings. He looks at you expectantly but he doesn't push you to continue. "Something //is// out there. I can feel it." He hums under his breath and looks back at the trees. "You're right. It feels wrong... like your heart's stopped beating but the blood's somehow still flowing." You nod, unable to speak and he sighs. "I don't think anything'll change. Let's go back inside." As soon as the words leave his lips, there's movement in the brush. Something's in there, moving and you stand frozen in place as the branches shake, leaves crackling beneath footsteps. For a moment nothing comes into view and the air is still until you see it; two black eyes staring up at you from behind a shroud of bushes. You quickly realise that it's a deer. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/deer_normal.png"></center><</if>> Felix shifts on his feet and clears his throat before speaking softly. "Is it real?" "I don't know." It's difficult to tell; it's been a long time since you've seen any kind of animal but you don't recall them ever standing as unnaturally still as this deer does, as if it's been made of stone. You exchange a glance with Felix and he tilts his head down in a slight nod, telling you silently to do what you have to. Looking back at the deer as it continues to stare at you, unblinking, you take a deep breath and remove its sight, removing your own as well. You wait for him to tell you its reaction, the sounds of the forest increasing exponentially. "Uh... it's not doing anything," Felix says softly, his tone one of disbelief. "What should we do?" <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; I don\'t care if it\'s real or not.\"</div>' 'sr 1-2-1'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; I want to know if it\'s real.\"</div>' 'sr 1-2-2'>><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should leave it; it\'s wrong to kill it.\"</div>' 'sr 1-2-3'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should leave it; maybe we could observe it.\"</div>' 'sr 1-2-4'>><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to true>>You reach for your gun where you'd left it propped up against the railing and hand it to Felix. You don't trust that it'll remain unresponsive when it gets its sight back and so it's better to let him do the killing, even if you //are// the better shot. He pulls the trigger, the shot ringing out through the trees, and after a moment, your sight comes back to you on its own. You blink a few times before looking at the deer. It still stands upright despite the bullet that tore through its eye and instead of blood pouring from the wound, a tangle of wires is now visible beneath its flesh. You're not sure why you never thought Androids mechanically enhancing animals would be a possibility but seeing it now, you know you made the right choice. //"What the fuck?"// Is all Felix can manage to say, the words muttered under his breath. You doubt he'd thought cyber animals were a possibility either. //What the fuck// indeed. He hands your gun back to you and after another glance at the still-standing deer, you start for the door leading back into the apartment, Felix following behind you. The apartment is in relatively good shape despite everything; whoever lived here previously left swiftly and without struggle. And though the cupboards have all been picked clean, most of the furniture is still intact even if some of it is in disarray. Since you don't plan on staying here for very long, you've only somewhat straightened up the common area. Your sister, Dakota sits on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table. Your father sits next to her, tending to the wound on her shin, her skin torn near to shreds from a bear trap that had long been left behind in the woods. You'd been forced to make a stop here in this apartment building because of that but you're not complaining; you could do with sleeping on something other than the cold dirt for once. She smiles when she sees you though it seems forced. She's pale and sweaty, blood still pouring from her leg and onto the carpet; she's in a lot of pain, that much is obvious, and you use your mod to reach out to her, taking away both of your abilities to feel, an expression of relief forming on her face. She's lost a lot of blood already but your father was a licensed doctor before the world went to shit; if anyone can help her, it's him.<<set $meet_dakota to true>><<set $meet_monroe to true>> <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to true>>You reach for your gun where I'd left it propped up against the railing and hand it to Felix. You don't trust that it'll remain unresponsive when it gets it's sight back and so it's better to let him do the killing, even if you //are// the better shot. He pulls the trigger, the shot ringing out through the trees, and after a moment, your sight comes back to you on its own. You blink a few times before looking at the deer. It still stands up right despite the bullet that tore through its eye and instead of blood pouring from the wound, a tangle of wires is now visible beneath it's flesh. You're not sure why you never thought Androids mechanically enhancing animals would be a possibility but seeing it now, you know you made the right choice. //"What the fuck?"// Is all Felix can manage to say, the words muttered under his breath. You doubt he'd thought cyber animals were a possibility either. //What the fuck// indeed. He hands your gun back to you and after another glance at the still standing deer, you start for the door leading back into the apartment, Felix following behind me. The apartment is in relatively good shape despite everything; whoever lived here previously left swiftly and without struggle. And though the cupboards have all been picked clean, most of the furniture is still intact even if some of it is in disarray. Since you don't plan on staying here for very long, we've only somewhat straightened up the common area. Your sister, Dakota sits on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table. Your father sits next to her, tending to the wound on her shin, her skin torn near to shreds from a bear trap that had long been left behind in the woods. You'd been forced to make a stop here in this apartment building because of that but you're not complaining; you could do with sleeping on something other than the cold dirt for once. She smiles when she sees you though it seems forced. She's pale and sweaty, blood still pouring from her leg and onto the carpet; she's in a lot of pain, that much is obvious, and you use your mod to reach out to her, taking away both of your abilities to feel, an expression of relief forming on her face. She's lost a lot of blood already but your father was a licensed doctor before the world went to shit; if anyone can help her, it's him.<<set $meet_dakota to true>><<set $meet_monroe to true>> <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to false>>You release your hold on the animal's sight, your own vision flooding back to you, and pick up your gun from where you'd propped it up against the railing, slinging the strap over your shoulder. Felix nods, more to himself than you, and follows as you start for the door leading back into the apartment. The apartment is in relatively good shape despite everything; whoever lived here previously left swiftly and without struggle. And though the cupboards have all been picked clean, most of the furniture is still intact even if some of it is in disarray. Since you don't plan on staying here for very long, we've only somewhat straightened up the common area. Your sister, Dakota sits on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table. Your father sits next to her, tending to the wound on her shin, her skin torn near to shreds from a bear trap that had long been left behind in the woods. You'd been forced to make a stop here in this apartment building because of that but you're not complaining; you could do with sleeping on something other than the cold dirt for once. She smiles when she sees you though it seems forced. She's pale and sweaty, blood still pouring from her leg and onto the carpet; she's in a lot of pain, that much is obvious, and you use your mod to reach out to her, taking away both of your abilities to feel, an expression of relief forming on her face. She's lost a lot of blood already but your father was a licensed doctor before the world went to shit; if anyone can help her, it's him.<<set $meet_dakota to true>><<set $meet_monroe to true>> <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-3">><</button>></center>

You release your hold on the animal's sight, your own vision flooding back to you, just in time to see Felix lift his shoulders in a shrug. Together you watch the deer in silence. It stares at you in return, unblinking and unmoving. You can't help but think it's unnatural, even for an animal like a deer. Several minutes go by, passed in mutual silence, without the deer moving. From this distance, it doesn't even look like it's breathing. Felix heaves a sigh before turning to face you. "Well, that was a waste of time," he says. "What now?" <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; I don\'t care if it\'s real or not.\"</div>' 'sr 1-2-1'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; I want to know if it\'s real.\"</div>' 'sr 1-2-2'>><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should leave it; it\'s wrong to kill it.\"</div>' 'sr 1-2-3'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if $kill_deer is true>>"All clear," you say as you sink into a chair across from the couch, propping your gun against the coffee table. Felix leans against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches Dakota, a look of concern on his face.<</if>><<if $kill_deer is false>>"All clear," you say, sharing a knowing glance with Felix as you sink into a chair across from the couch, propping your gun against the coffee table. Felix leans against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches Dakota, a look of concern on his face.<</if>> Your father looks up at you just as the front door opens and Baxter strides in the apartment, Rae following him and shutting the door behind them both. Both armed with rifles and deadly serious facial expressions, you'd swear they were just fighting in trenches, watching their fellow soldiers fall. You suppose, technically, that that's what they are, what you all are; soldiers.<<set $meet_baxter to true>><<set $meet_rae to true>> "Building's empty," Baxter says as he comes to stand beside the coffee table. "No people //or// supplies," Rae grunts as she sits down on a barstool at the counter. "The place is a ghost town." "I was afraid of that," your father sighs. Rae looks down at Dakota's mangled leg with a blank look on her face. Though she seems to not care, you know she cares a great deal. She is as close to Dakota as you are to Felix. They met in university when they were assigned as roommates, quickly becoming friends and growing closer as time went on. The apocalypse only made them even more inseparable. <center>''[How do you feel about Rae?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You want to get to know her better.🤍</div>' 'sr 1-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">She\'s nice.</div>' 'sr 1-4-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You\'ve never really thought about it.</div>' 'sr 1-4-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t like her.</div>' 'sr 1-4-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with her.">><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You've always liked Rae, perhaps slightly //more// than a friend should. You can't deny the attraction you feel for her but you're not sure how you'd tell her as much without coming off as Dakota's annoying younger sibling. For now, you'll have to suffice with whatever time you //do// get to spend together. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs and as his eyebrows knit together, his forehead creasing in worry, you can't help but think he looks a lot older than he is. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns his stern <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes onto her. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." Rae arches an eyebrow at her friend, though a small smile graces her lips. "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in furthering your friendship with her.">>You genuinely think Rae is an interesting and nice person, and that one day, you could be as close friends as she and your sister are. She's an important part of your group and you want to put in more effort to get to know her better, since you really only know the surface stuff. If she'll let you, that is. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs and as his eyebrows knit together, his forehead creasing in worry, you can't help but think he looks a lot older than he is. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns his stern <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes onto her. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." Rae arches an eyebrow at her friend, though a small smile graces her lips. "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You don't have an opinion about ''Rae''.">>Rae is Dakota's friend through and through. You've never thought about her as anything more than that and you suppose that's where your nonchalance stems from. She's nothing more or less than simply a person you know, though you use the term 'know' very loosely. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs and as his eyebrows knit together, his forehead creasing in worry, you can't help but think he looks a lot older than he is. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns his stern <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes onto her. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." Rae arches an eyebrow at her friend, though a small smile graces her lips. "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You don't like ''Rae'' and don't want to get to know her any better.">>Rae is smart, there's no denying that, but she tends to act as though as she's the smartest person in the room, and while there may be some truth to that, it's not exactly a fair statement. She comes across as arrogant, as if only she knows what's best for the group which is why you don't really like her that much and you don't see that changing any time soon. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs and as his eyebrows knit together, his forehead creasing in worry, you can't help but think he looks a lot older than he is. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns his stern <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes onto her. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." Rae arches an eyebrow at her friend, though a small smile graces her lips. "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-5">><</button>></center>

Silence envelopes the room as you all think over your next options. You could stay here or leave and look for something more secure but either way; you need a plan. You find yourself watching Baxter, knowing that whatever plan you //do// go with will most likely come from him. It's been that way since you met him and while following him has yet to lead you astray, no winning streak can go on forever. <center>''[What do you think of Baxter?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You trust him.🤍</div>' 'sr 1-6-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You like him well enough.</div>' 'sr 1-6-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t think about him at all.</div>' 'sr 1-6-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t trust him.</div>' 'sr 1-6-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>Baxter has done so much, //sacrificed// so much to help your group and that's not something you can just over look. But more so than that, you like him... a lot, actually. He's handsome, brave and he has a personality beneath it all, surprisingly. He's more optimistic than he should be in your present circumstance but his steady flow of smiles and jokes are necessary for morale. You trust with him your life; you just hope it won't come down to that any time soon. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father and his blue eyes alight with determination. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>You like Baxter and you think you've become quite good friends in the time that you've known each other. He can be a bit of a goof at times but you think it's necessary when everything else is always so serious. Plus, it helps that he's a great fighter and his mod adds a very much needed extra layer of defense - even though you've never actually seen him use it. To be honest, you don't even think you'd have made it this far without his help and simply for that fact, he's good in your books. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father and his blue eyes alight with determination. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You don't have an opinion on ''Baxter''.">>The thing about Baxter is that while he's a good fighter, you don't really think about him as more than a soldier. Despite the amount of time that he's been with you, it still doesn't feel like he's a part of the group. He's not exactly a friend and he's definitely not an enemy; he's just kind of... there. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father and his blue eyes alight with determination. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>Despite all that he's done to protect you and keep you alive, you still don't trust him all that much. You were never convinced that the government or military had no hand in the creation of mods, Androids or the apocalypse. It just didn't make sense to you. And when none of the attempts at trying to put a stop to the madness worked, it all seemed a little too convenient to you. Baxter knows more about things than he lets on and for that reason, you not only don't trust him, but you really don't like him either. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father and his blue eyes alight with determination. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-7">><</button>></center>

Your father regards the soldier in suspicion. "Why?" "We can go on a supply run." Baxter glances briefly at Felix, Rae and you before looking back at your father. "Hopefully the four of us can get what you need." "No," he replies and the finality in his voice feels almost like a slap in the face. "No?" Baxter echoes. "It's too dangerous." "Everything we //do// is dangerous. Hell, just being alive is dangerous." The two of them stare at each other for a moment, willing the other to back down but ultimately it's your father who does. "Then I'll go," he says, hesitating a glance at you. "Instead of $name." At this you frown, your lips parting as you prepare to defend yourself and your abilities when Baxter beats you to it. "With all due respect, sir," he starts and when you look at him, you can almost see him melting back into the persona of a soldier addressing a higher officer. "If it came down to it, I'd much rather have $name behind me in a fight. Your skills are better use here, with your daughter." Baxter then meets your eyes and slowly, everyone else turns their attention to you. It appears to be your turn to speak. Ignoring the rest of the group, you look down at your father and think of what you want to say. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Dakota needs this stuff, Dad.\"</div>' 'sr 1-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'ll be fine.\"</div>' 'sr 1-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"You have to trust me.\"</div>' 'sr 1-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>>He looks back at Dakota and you can tell he's weighing the possible outcomes of either letting you go or forcing you to stay Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile but you know that this the exact type of thing that you //can't// promise. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-9">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>It's technically not something you can promise him, but you have to believe that it's true. He looks back at Dakota and you can tell he's weighing the possible outcomes of either letting you go or forcing you to stay. Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-9">><</button>></center>

You're not a child anymore, he can't protect you and it's time he realised as much. He looks back at Dakota and you can tell he's weighing the possible outcomes of either letting you go or forcing you to stay. Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile but Iyou know that this the exact type of thing that you //can't// promise. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-9">><</button>></center>

The bedroom is small; fitting only two single beds, a dresser and a book shelve. The walls are painted baby pink with accents of white, the sheets are lilac and the carpet is combination of pastel colours. You can only make assumptions about those that used to occupy this room but if one thing is clear, it's that they were either children or just very young. And for some reason that makes standing in here even more eerie. You take a deep breath and shake off the strange, hollow feeling before moving to bed on which your bag sits. You empty the contents onto the bed and select from them only the items you'll need for the supply run. You put on your bullet proof vest first before moving onto a select few pieces of your body armour; your arm and leg guards. With this, your back and stomach are still exposed, but the full outfit is too bulky for this mission when you might need to make a quick escape. When you've secured the pieces in place, you move onto weapons. You'd left your rifle in the living room, but you have other options to choose from. <center>''[This choice locks in your preferred weapon.]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your bow and arrows</div>' 'sr 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "bow">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your crossbow</div>' 'sr 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "crossbow">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your hand guns</div>' 'sr 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "handguns">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your rifle</div>' 'sr 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "rifle">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You prefer to rely on your mod</div>' 'sr 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "mod">><</link>></center> </div>

<<if $weapon is "bow">>You count your arrows, each specifically designed to take down androids, before you strap the quiver to your back. You only have a few dozen arrows and since it's unlikely you'll get any of them back when you fire them, you need to use them sparingly. You pick up your bow and the metal feels cool against your skin. You're used to feel it, the weight of it is comfortable in your hand and you can't help but wonder if you would still love archery as much if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You admire the metal detail work on your bow one last time before you sling the strap of your now empty bag over your shoulder and head for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You load a bolt into your crossbow before packing the rest of them back in your bag, each specifically designed to take down androids. You don't have many of them, only a little over a dozen, so you'll have to use them sparingly, but you know you'll manage, especially with the others by your side. You pull your bag onto your back before picking up your crossbow once more. You're used to feel it, the weight of it is comfortable in your hand and you can't help but wonder if you would have ever thought to use one if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You admire the metal detail work on your crossbow one last time before you head for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You make sure each gun has a full magazine before securing them in the holsters on your thighs. You only have enough bullets left to reload one gun if need be and since it's unlikely you'll come across an artillery store that //hasn't// been picked clean; you'll have to think smart about how you shoot. As you turn over the spare magazine in your hand, you can't help but wonder if you would have ever even picked up a gun if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You throw the magazine in your bag and slide the straps over your shoulders before heading for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>With your rifle still sitting in the living room, you try to remember how many bullets are still in its magazine. Since artillery is so difficult to come by, it's good to keep track of these things lest you be blindsided when you run out. As far you recall, you've only fired your rifle <<if $kill_deer is false>>twice since switching the magazine, which would leave you with twenty-eight bullets.<</if>><<if $kill_deer is true>>three times since switching the magazine - the third being today - which would leave you with twenty-seven bullets.<</if>> That should be enough to get you through this supply run but you grab your spare magazine in case. You'll only be able reload once if you run out so you'll have to think smart about how you shoot. As you turn over the magazine in your hand, you can't help but wonder if you would have ever even picked up a gun if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You throw the magazine in your bag and slide the straps over your shoulders before heading for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>While your handle on your mod was very weak in the beginning, you've gotten better at pushing its limits. Initially, you were only able to remove one sense from a person at a time. Now you're able to remove all five if you choose from any number of people near you. You can't help but wonder, however, if you would have ever honed your abilities as much if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You slide the straps of your now empty bag over your shoulders and head for the door.<</if>> The others are waiting for you by the front door and you give your father and Dakota each a quick hug<<if $weapon is "rifle">>, grabbing your gun in the process,<</if>> before following the three of them out the apartment. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-11">><</button>></center>

The roads are barren, littered with broken cars, overgrown vines and weeds, and dead bodies. Abandoned buildings covered in graffiti proclaiming the end of the world. It's not the end yet, not so long as you're still here, but you dare say that you're cutting it close. Broken glass and gravel crunch under your boots as you move forward. You're still not used to the quiet but out here in the open, it's magnified ten fold. Taking a deep breath, you hazard a glance at your companion. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Baxter</div>' 'sr 1-baxter'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Rae</div>' 'sr 1-rae'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $go_with_baxter to true>>The four of you had been together not so long ago until you reached a cross-section and decided to split up to save time. You chose to go with Baxter and after promising to meet back at the cross-section in an hour - no excuses - you set off. He meets your eyes and an easy-going smile spreads across his face as he moves closer to you. Though you return his smile, it does little to calm your nerves. He clears his throat as he adjusts his grip on his rifle. "I'm glad you chose to come with me," he says, looking away from you and back at the road. "Really? Why?" He lifts his shoulders and smiles again, though it's more to himself than anything. "I like hanging out with you." You blink, his words slowly registering in your head. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like hanging out with you too.\"🤍</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Oh, um... me too.\"🤍</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 1-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Technically, all we //do// is hang out.\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 1-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can\'t say the feeling\'s mutual...\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 1-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 20, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 20, 0, 100), $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You're not entirely sure how it's possible, but his smile widens so much that it threatens to split his face in half. "Little old me?" He questions as he leans towards you. You smirk at him, deciding to tease him a little. "I figured I could use you as a human shield if we get attacked by Androids." He draws away from you and heaves a sigh as his face contorts in mock disappointment. "I always knew I'd be used for my body..." "Well, it //is// a nice body," you retort. "Don't try to win me over with flattery, $surname." "Does that mean it's working?" He cocks his head to the side as he observes you through slitted eyes. "...Maybe." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 15, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 15, 0, 100), $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>He chuckles and you feel your face get warm at the sound. "You're very cute, you know that?" Chewing on your bottom lip, you look away from him. "Uh, not really..." "Well, you can take my word for it," he states. "Because I'm looking right at you and the person in front me is the //cutest//." "You think you're so smooth." You roll your eyes at him but that only makes his smile grow. "The smoothest." You can't stop the laugh that leaves you. "That doesn't sound like a real word." "It is now," he says, winking at you. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>At that, he laughs. "I don't think running for our lives is considered 'hanging out'." You raise an eyebrow at him. "And yet what we're doing //now// is?" "Yes," he nods. "I like to think so." "You know we could die out here, right?" He tilts his head to the side and chews on his bottom lip for a moment before responding. "The thought crossed my mind." "So, you'd risk your life just to hang out with me?" Shrugging, he flashes a smile at you. "Well, I've risked my life for less so risking it for you is a pretty easy choice." "I don't know if that's a compliment or not," you say with a laugh. He takes another moment to think before nodding his head resolutely. "A compliment, definitely." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

His smile is immediately replaced by a frown and he averts his eyes away from you. "Oh... I'm sorry, I just thought..." he stops for a moment, seemingly thinking of what to say next. "I thought you liked hanging out with me too." You look away from him, clenching your jaw before releasing the tension. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I chose to come with you because you\'re the smarter choice.\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 1-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I chose to come with you because I don\'t like Rae.\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 1-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>>Out the corner of your eye, you see his face fall. "Right," he says softly. "Yeah, of course..." And it's true. Baxter is the best fighter among you, despite never using his mod, and with the target specifically painted on your back, he's the right choice to have next to you if you get attacked. He doesn't seem to have anything else to say and neither do you so you both leave it at that. Maybe it was wrong to hurt him like that but you don't regret it and even if you did, there's no way to take it back. At least now he knows the truth. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 1-4-3">><</button>></center>

"Why?" He questions, his lips curved so far down in frown it's as if you've said //he's// the one you don't like. Which, you suppose, isn't so far off. You heave a sigh; this isn't a conversation you feel like having, especially not with Baxter. This shouldn't matter to him as much as it does. "It's not important," you say, waving him off and he seems taken aback by your dismissive tone. He doesn't seem to have anything to say and neither do you so you leave it at that. Maybe it was wrong to admit out loud how you feel about Rae but you don't regret it and even if you did, there's no way to take it back. At least it's the truth. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-baxter 1-4-3">><</button>></center>

Before you're out walking for too long, you reach a T-junction, the foretold pharmacy staring at you from it's place on the other side of the road. "Bingo!" Baxter snaps his fingers before turning to face you, an excited smile pulling at his lips, your previous conversation already long pushed out of his thoughts. "Is it empty?" You focus on the building and reach out with your mod, searching for the senses of any sentient being inside. "As far as I can tell," you say with a shrug and the soldier's smile grows. "What are we waiting for then?" He claps you on back and starts for the pharmacy but despite his confidence, you hesitate. There's something about this area that makes you nervous, but you can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. You shake off the feeling and follow after him. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 5">><</button>></center>

You lapse into silence and focus your attention back on the resulting carnage of the war. Baxter said you'd eventually come across a pharmacy on this road but so far there's nothing but rubble and ruin. You could be out here for quite a while and if that's the case, you don't want to continue on in silence. Glancing over at the soldier beside you, you feel a barrage of questions forming on you tongue; it's only a matter of deciding which to release first. Clearing your throat, you ask...<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_military to true>>He startles slightly at your question but the surpise on his face is quickly replaced by his easy smile once more. "It was... //interesting//, to say the least." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Interesting how?" "Well, for starters; it wasn't as gay as I thought it would be," he says, pursing his lips. "So, that was a bit of a let down." "You enrolled in the military to find a partner?" you ask with a laugh. "I thought it would //at least// better my chances," he says. "But no man, woman or soldier in between caught my eye." He sighs before grinning at you. "That's not //actually// why I joined, though." You send him a questioning look. "Do you plan on telling me the reason or...?" "That's a story for another day," he says, winking at you. "That way, we have another reason to get back to base alive." Not entirely satisfied with his answer, you nod and move on to your next question.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_family to true>>You remember a few months ago he'd gone off on his own in search of his family but when he came back a few days later on his own, it was clear without even asking him about it that his search wasn't successful. It was probably the first time you'd seen him without a smile on his face. "There's not much to tell," he says with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "We were pretty much your average nuclear family." You raise an eyebrow at him, unconvinced. "C'mon... there has to be more than that." He chuckles. "You're wildly overestimating my family, $name." "Okay, how about this?" He turns his head to face you, an inquisitive look in his eye. "I throw questions at you super fast and you answer with the first thing that pops in your head." "That sounds like an interrogation tactic," he says, laughing again. "But sure; go ahead." You clear your throat. "Your dad?" "Didn't have one." "//Absent// dad?" He grins. "Lesbian moms." "Mom one?" "Scientist." "Mom two?" "Pilot." "Siblings?" "Four." "Names?" "Colter, Gillian, Thalia and Kiera." "Pets?" "A greyhound named Frisbee." When your questions slow to a stop he looks at you quizzically, clearly expecting you to continue but you only smile at him. "That's cute." He places his free hand on his chest, right above his heart and bows. "I chose it myself." "I think I'm gonna stop there for now," you say and he laughs, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. //"Thank god."// <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_mod to true>>"Once," he says, grimacing. "And I almost killed my entire squadron in the process." Having never seen the effects of his mod yourself, you can't keep the shock off your face. "How?" Avoiding your eyes, he takes a deep breath. "You know how every mod is flawed?" You nod. "Well, mine is extremely... unpredictable. I can't control it when I use it and I doubt I ever will." His typical playful demeanor is gone and replaced by something more melancholic. You're still not certain of just //how// unpredictable his mod is but you understand enough to know that it's bad. Clearing your throat, you look at him and smile, determined to get him to smile back. "So... that's a //'no'// to a show and tell?" He pauses a moment before he laughs in surprise. "That's a //definite// no. I do not want your father going batshit on me for killing you." You laugh with him. "That's fair." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_leg to true>>The question rolls off your tongue without you thinking twice about it and you almost clap your hand over your mouth. You've caught glimpses of the prostetic from time to time - the metal blending into skin almost seamlessly - but despite the curiousity eating away at your insides, you've never found the courage to actually ask him. "That's an awfully personal question, $name," he says, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. "I'm sorry!" you say quickly. "I didn't mean -" He holds a hand up for you to stop and you watch in confusion as a smile forms on his face. "I'm just messing with you, $nickname, I don't mind." He pauses and it's impossible to miss the hesitance on his face. "I was born without it." Expecting to hear how it was blown off in some military story, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Woah, really?" He nods and drags a large hand through his blond locks. "Lucky for me though, I was able to get a genetically engineered leg made for me." Images of the sleek, metal leg flash through your mind. "Is it like a permanent prosthetic?" you question. He nods, his smile earnest. "It's totally like a normal leg except it's made of metal, repairs itself and I can't physically take it off." "So, what you're saying is.... you're one step closer to becoming an android." His face suddenly goes blank and he stiffens his movements. "Does not compute," he states, speaking in a robotic voice. "System will shut down in five minutes." You stifle a laugh and decide to humour him. "That's... //spot on//." He reverts back to normal, snapping the fingers of his free hand as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. "I //knew// I should've become an actor instead." You share a smile. "Another life, maybe." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_life to true>>"Never in a million years would I have guessed 'robot apocalypse' was our future," he chuckles. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him. "What about two million years?" He takes a moment to think before shaking his head. "Nope, my money would still have been 'zombie apocalypse'." Your mouth falls open in shock. "You'd rather fight zombies than robots?" "I'd rather fight //neither//," he counters. "That wasn't an option." "It is now, $nickname." You cross your arms over your chest. "You don't play fair." "But that's what makes it fun," he says, pouting at you. "No, that's what makes you a cheater." He clutches his free hand to his chest, over his heart, as his bottom lip quivers. "You wound me." You laugh. "And you deserve it!" <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_military to true>>"It was... //interesting//, to say the least." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Interesting how?" "Well, for starters; it wasn't as gay as I thought it would be," he says, pursing his lips. "So, that was a bit of a let down." "You enrolled in the military to find a partner?" you ask with a laugh. "I thought it would //at least// better my chances," he says. "But no man, woman or soldier in between caught my eye." He sighs before grinning at you. "That's not //actually// why I joined, though." You send him a questioning look. "Do you plan on telling me the reason or...?" "That's a story for another day," he says, winking at you. "That way, we have another reason to get back to base alive." Though you're not entirely satisfied with his answer, you nod anyway. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_family to true>>You remember a few months ago he'd gone off on his own in search of his family but when he came back a few days later on his own, it was clear without even asking him about it that his search wasn't successful. It was probably the first time you'd seen him without a smile on his face. "There's not much to tell," he says with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "We were pretty much your average nuclear family." You raise an eyebrow at him, unconvinced. "C'mon... there has to be more than that." He chuckles. "You're wildly overestimating my family, $name." "Okay, how about this?" He turns his head to face you, an inquisitive look in his eye. "I throw questions at you super fast and you answer with the first thing that pops in your head." "That sounds like an interrogation tactic," he says, laughing again. "But sure; go ahead." You clear your throat. "Your dad?" "Didn't have one." "//Absent// dad?" He grins. "Lesbian moms." "Mom one?" "Scientist." "Mom two?" "Pilot." "Siblings?" "Four." "Names?" "Colter, Gillian, Thalia and Kiera." "Pets?" "A greyhound named Frisbee." When your questions slow to a stop he looks at you quizzically, clearly expecting you to continue but you only smile at him. "That's cute." He places his free hand on his chest, right above his heart and bows. "I chose it myself." "I think I'm gonna stop there for now," you say and he laughs, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. //"Thank god."//<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_mod to true>>"Once," he says, grimacing. "And I almost killed my entire squadron in the process." Having never seen the effects of his mod yourself, you can't keep the shock off your face. "How?" Avoiding your eyes, he takes a deep breath. "You know how every mod is flawed?" You nod. "Well, mine is extremely... unpredictable. I can't control it when I use it and I doubt I ever will." His typical playful demeanor is gone and replaced by something more melancholic. You're still not certain of just //how// unpredictable his mod is but you understand enough to know that it's bad. Clearing your throat, you look at him and smile, determined to get him to smile back. "So... that's a //'no'// to a show and tell?" He pauses a moment before he laughs in surprise. "That's a //definite// no. I do not want your father going batshit on me for killing you." You laugh with him. "That's fair."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_leg to true>>The question rolls off your tongue without you thinking twice about it and you almost clap your hand over your mouth. You've caught glimpses of the prostetic from time to time - the metal blending into skin almost seamlessly - but despite the curiousity eating away at your insides, you've never found the courage to actually ask him. "That's an awfully personal question, $name," he says, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. "I'm sorry!" you say quickly. "I didn't mean -" He holds a hand up for you to stop and you watch in confusion as a smile forms on his face. "I'm just messing with you, $nickname, I don't mind." He pauses and it's impossible to miss the hesitance on his face. "I was born without it." Expecting to hear how it was blown off in some military story, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Woah, really?" He nods and drags a large hand through his blond locks. "Lucky for me though, I was able to get a genetically engineered leg made for me." Images of the sleek, metal leg flash through your mind. "Is it like a permanent prosthetic?" you question. He nods, his smile earnest. "It's totally like a normal leg except it's made of metal, repairs itself and I can't physically take it off." "So, what you're saying is.... you're one step closer to becoming an android." His face suddenly goes blank and he stiffens his movements. "Does not compute," he states, speaking in a robotic voice. "System will shut down in five minutes." You stifle a laugh and decide to humour him. "That's... //spot on//." He reverts back to normal, snapping the fingers of his free hand as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. "I //knew// I should've become an actor instead." You share a smile. "Another life, maybe."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_life to true>>"Never in a million years would I have guessed 'robot apocalypse' was our future," he chuckles. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him. "What about two million years?" He takes a moment to think before shaking his head. "Nope, my money would still have been 'zombie apocalypse'." Your mouth falls open in shock. "You'd rather fight zombies than robots?" "I'd rather fight //neither//," he counters. "That wasn't an option." "It is now, $nickname." You cross your arms over your chest. "You don't play fair." "But that's what makes it fun," he says, pouting at you. "No, that's what makes you a cheater." He clutches his free hand to his chest, over his heart, as his bottom lip quivers. "You wound me." You laugh. "And you deserve it!"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> </div>

Your conversation comes to a sudden halt when you reach a T-junction, the foretold pharmacy staring at you from it's place on the other side of the road. "Bingo!" Baxter snaps his fingers before turning to face you, an excited smile pulling at his lips. "Is it empty?" You focus on the building and reach out with your mod, searching for the senses of any sentient being inside. "As far as I can tell," you say with a shrug and the soldier's smile grows. "What are we waiting for then?" He claps you on back and starts for the pharmacy but despite his confidence, you hesitate. There's something about this area that makes you nervous, but you can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. You shake off the feeling and follow after him. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 5">><</button>></center>

The windows and entrance have all been boarded up from the inside, and Baxter glances back at you, a mischievous smile on his face. "What?" you prompt, concerned. He only ever smiles like that when he's come up with a plan or idea that has a greater chance of getting you killed than it does saving you. "I had a feeling it would be like this," he says as he props his gun up against the wall before pulling off his backpack. You watch curiously as he rummages through the contents before he pulls out a small, circular bomb. He looks up at you then and waves his hand. "Step back a bit, will you?" You do as told, taking one extra step for good measure, and he attaches the bomb to the door, pressing it's detonator before grabbing his gun and bag, and running to join you. The explosion isn't very big but it's enough to blow the door of its hinges, as well as draw any humans or Androids that may be nearby. "Felix has got to teach how he makes those," he says as he stares at the now open entrance of the pharmacy. He then tugs on your arm, voicing your exact thoughts before you can. "We should be quick; who knows who else heard that." He pauses as you share a knowing glance. "Or what." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 6">><</button>></center>

You're both shocked and amazed at the condition of the pharmacy. With the furniture all still intact and the shelves relatively stocked, you've struck gold. "Baxter, this incredible," you say softly as you walk through the aisles. "It's like the holy grail..." "Did you ever doubt me?" He asks and as you glance at him, he narrows his eyes. "Don't answer that." Chuckling to yourself, you go back to examining what's on the shelves. From pain killers to flu medicine, there's so many things here that could come in handy down the line but with the limited spaces in your bags, you have to choose carefully. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 7'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 7'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 7'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 8'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 8'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 8'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 8'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'sr 1-baxter '>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 8'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 9'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 9'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 9'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

As you zip your bag closed, you look over to where Baxter stands, scouring the shelves as he continually glances down at the list in his hands, the handwriting that of your father's. Since he's still busy looking for everything your father needs, you move further into the pharmacy and find yourself in the old waiting area, standing in front of a magazine rack, interspersed with the occasional puzzle book. On the shelf next to it is an array of (probably expired) chocolate bars.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a puzzle book</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-1'>><<set $puzzles to true>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion on ''Baxter''.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-3'>><<set $puzzles to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

It may not be essential for anyone's health but you think it might bring a little bit of normalcy back into your chaotic lives. And you know that even if no one else uses it, at least you will. You're not able to find a pen anywhere near you and since you don't have time to look for one, you put the book in your bag and walk over to join Baxter. He glances up at you briefly and you clear your throat. "So, did you find everything?" He rests his free hand on his hip as he looks down to where his backpack sits open on the floor. He nods decisively. "Apart from the literal surgical tools your dad asked for, yeah." Sitting on your haunches, you take a look through his bag. Rubbing alcohol, bandages, suture kit. And with your own haul, you think you've done quite well for yourselves. "We should get going then," you say and you're about the rise to your feet when Baxter suddenly drops down to a squat. Meeting your eyes, he shakes his head slightly and brings a finger to his lips. You look at him in confusion and he mouths the word //Android//. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

You grab two chocolate bars, one for yourself and one for Baxter, before making your way over to the man himself. You hide your hands behind your back as you come to stand next to him. "Hey, Baxter," you say and he turns his attention away from the list to you. "Pick a hand." He glances down to where you hide your hands before looking back at your face, a smile slowly unfolding on his face. "What'cha got there, $nickname?" You roll your eyes. "Just pick a hand." He grins. "Right." You shift both chocolate bars to your left before showing him that your right hand is empty. "Better luck next time!" "C'mon, no fair," he says, pouting at you. "Totally fair," you counter. "That's the name of the game." "Show me what you have, $name." Before you have time to react, he moves forward as he attempts to reach behind you. You step back to try to get away from him but your foot hooks around his ankle, tripping him and bringing him down on top of you. You fall back on a shelf, taking it down and the bottles of pills on top of it with you, and you hit the floor with a loud crash. You look up at Baxter, his large body heavy on top of yours, and find that you're almost nose to nose.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Smile at him 🤍</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Stare up at him 🤍</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-2-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Laugh awkwardly</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-2-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Push him off</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 10-2-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>"There are easier ways to get me under you," you say, smirking at him as you pull your arm out from under you to show him. "And all for a chocolate bar too." His eyes widen at the candy in your hand. "Hell yeah, all for a chocolate bar!" Grinning, he gets up and offers you a hand to pull you up as well. He sits next to you and with your backs pressed against the shelf, you hand him one of the bars. Looking at the label his face lights up. "I haven't had a bounty in forever," he says as he tears off the wrapper. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply, smiling at him and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy now. The quietness between you, the feeling of being close to someone, isn't something you've experienced often these last months and when it happens, you can't help but want to let it linger. Especially with Baxter. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says as he flashes you an easy smile. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll think I'm playing favourites." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger, before climbing to his feet. You're about to follow him when he suddenly freezes in place. And before you can ask why, he sinks back down on his haunches and brings a finger to his lips. You look at him in confusion and he mouths the word //Android//. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You suck in a quick breath, your face getting warm at how close you are. After a long moment, he gives you a soft smile. "Sorry about that," he says as he climbs off of you before offering you his hand. You take it and he pulls you up from the ground. "No biggie, really," you say, rubbing the back of your neck. You hand him one of the chocolate bars and his face lights up. "A bounty!" He cries in excitement. He tears off the wrapper as you sit on the floor together, your backs pressed to the shelf behind you. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply, smiling at him and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy now. The quietness between you, the feeling of being close to someone, isn't something you've experienced often these last months and when it happens, you can't help but want to let it linger. Especially with Baxter. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says as he flashes you an easy smile. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll think I'm playing favourites." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger, before climbing to his feet. You're about to follow him when he suddenly freezes in place. And before you can ask why, he sinks back down on his haunches and brings a finger to his lips. You look at him in confusion and he mouths the word //Android//. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

"Sorry about that," he says, laughing along as he climbs off of you before offering you his hand. You take it and he pulls you up from the ground. "Don't worry about it," you say, clearing your throat. You hand him one of the chocolate bars and his face lights up. "A bounty!" He cries in excitement. He tears off the wrapper as you sit on the floor together, your backs pressed to the shelf behind you. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply, smiling at him and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy now. The quietness between you, the feeling of being close to someone, isn't something you've experienced often these last months and when it happens, you can't help but want to let it linger. Especially with Baxter. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says as he flashes you an easy smile. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll think I'm playing favourites." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger, before climbing to his feet. You're about to follow him when he suddenly freezes in place. And before you can ask why, he sinks back down on his haunches and brings a finger to his lips. You look at him in confusion and he mouths the word //Android//. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

You grab two chocolate bars, one for yourself and one for Baxter, before turning around to face him. You may not like him all that much but it would be cruel not to give him one. "Baxter!" As he glances up at you, you raise your arm to toss the chocolate at him. "Catch!" He does so without hesitation. And when the bar hits its mark, he catches sight of the name on the wrapper and he grins from ear to ear. "Thanks, $name," he says as he tears off the wrapper. "I haven't had a bounty in forever." You shrug off his thanks and unwrap your own as you walk over to join him in the aisle. "So, did you find everything?" He rests his free hand on his hip as he looks down to where his backpack sits open on the floor. He takes a decisive bite of his chocolate bar and nods. "Apart from the literal surgical tools your dad asked for, yeah." Sitting on your haunches, you take a look through his bag. Rubbing alcohol, bandages, suture kit. And with your own haul, you think you've done quite well for yourselves. "We should get going then," you say before finishing your chocolate. You're about the rise to your feet when Baxter suddenly drops down to a squat. Meeting your eyes, he shakes his head slightly and brings a finger to his lips. You look at him in confusion and he mouths the word //Android//. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

He avoids looking at you as he pulls himself up. "Sorry," he says quickly, clearing his throat. Wordlessly, you sit up and hand him one of the chocolate bars. Immediately his face lights up. "A bounty!" He cries in excitement. He tears off the wrapper as you sit on the floor together, your backs pressed to the shelf behind you. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy now. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says as he flashes you an easy smile. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll think I'm playing favourites." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger, before climbing to his feet. You're about to follow him when he suddenly freezes in place. And before you can ask why, he sinks back down on his haunches and brings a finger to his lips. You look at him in confusion and he mouths the word //Android//. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

Baxter catches my attention when he whispers to you. "Are there more outside?" You do a quick search and your blood runs cold at the dozens of Androids you sense. They’re moving fast and systematically; you can only assume they’re searching for you and even though you can't tell exactly how many there are, you know more on their way. You have to get out of here now. You nod your head and he nods in turn, his face uncharacteristically stoic, as you both begin to figure out your escape. You can really only come up with two options: either use your mod on the Android currently in the store and expose yourselves by going out through the front or attempt to find another way.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Use your mod</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Find another way out</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>>While you're not able to tell what the outcome will be, you decide it's your best bet. If only there was a way to inform Baxter of your plan before actually executing it. You take a deep breath and once more reach out with your mod, latching onto the senses of the Android and taking over them. You remove its sight and hearing, subsequently removing yout own, and even though it resists you at first, it loses in the end. You keep your voice down to tell Baxter as much, but without being able to hear yourself speak, you can only hope it wasn’t loud enough to alert the other Androids. You then tell him your plan and your only confirmation that he understands is when he squeezes your shoulder. And with that, he stands up, his hand on your arm, and leads you out of the store. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 12-1">><</button>></center>

As you continue to move through the pharmacy, you pull more and more Androids under your control. He places your hand on his shoulder to free up his hands and you feel the muscles of his back tense up as if he's taking aim with his gun. That's only confirmed when you feel kickback of his shots through him. You don't know how long you're under for but when you feel the Androids begin to fight you for control, you know it's been while. Your hold on them is slipping but you put all your energy into holding on. You can only hope Baxter is managing on his own. Then his arms are wrapping around your middle and he's picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before beginning to run. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 12-2">><</button>></center>

Suddenly he stops and you're dropped to the ground, stumbling slightly on the uneven ground. A moment later, he shakes your arm and you release your hold on the Androids. Your senses coming back to you is a shock to the system and you can't help but gasp for air. Looking around, you see that you're outside the back of the pharmacy. You're leaning back against the wall, the bricks pushing painfully into your back. Baxter stands in front of you with his hands on your face and his bright blue eyes boring into yours. Relief blooms on his face. "You're okay," he tells you and he drops his hands. "But if we want to get out of here alive, we need a plan." The words have just barely left his mouth when the gunfire begins again and he pulls you both down behind the rubble to shield you. He pulls his gun towards him and checks the magazine before cursing quietly. "I'm out." He looks at you then and you can tell what he's thinking just from that look alone. "I can't go back under," you say. "It'll leave us both too vulnerable." "I know," he mutters, dragging his hands through his hair. You sit together for a moment, wasting time as you try to come up with some kind of plan. You're just about to give up when you hear him sigh heavily. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 12-3">><</button>></center>

After a long moment, he meets your eyes, a look of defeat on his face and you raise an eyebrow at him, confused. "What -" "$name," he says, interrupting you. "You need to get up on the roof." He gestures to the rubble behind you piled high enough to climb up to the roof and you look back at him just as his thoughts answer your unasked question. He's going to use his mod to give you the chance to escape. He's going to sacrifice himself for //you//.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-4-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_mod is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What about everything you said about using your mod?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_baxter to true>>"You have to," he says, his voice becoming strained with emotion. When you open your mouth to argue, he cuts you off. "I'm not going to be the reason you get captured. You mean too much for that to happen." "What happened to no man left behind?" "$nickname, don't make this harder than it has to be." You heave a sigh but nod your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave him behind, nor do you want to be the reason //he// gets captured but he's right and his mind is already made up. He's already pushing you towards the rubble behind you but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-5-3'>><</link>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_baxter to true>><<if $baxter_mod is true>>He sighs again before meeting your eyes. "I'm willing to risk it if it means you have a chance to escape."<</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>>He sighs again before meeting your eyes. "As sure as the sky is blue, $name.<</if>> You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and he stares at you for a long moment before he's pushing you towards the rubble behind you but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 12-5-3'>><</link>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_bax to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab his shoulders before pulling him towards you. He's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing your lips to his. <<if $bax_rom >= 50>>For a brief second, he freezes but then he's kissing you back, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hands wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you feel like you're drowning in his kisses. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as he pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," he says breathlessly. "Get off the ground." His face is flushed and he looks beautiful. You don't ever want to look away from him but then his words fully register in your head and you know you're gonna have to. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $bax_rom < 50>>For a brief second, he freezes and you allow myself to get your hopes up, but then he pulls away. "You have to go," he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. "Get off the ground." There are so many things you want to say to him but none of them makes their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, he steps away and gestures again to the rubble.<</if>> Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of blue electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion ''Baxter''.">>After a moment, he raises his free hand and gently pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>After a moment, he raises his hands and pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly, there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the rubble as he takes a few steps away from you.<</if>> Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of blue electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the rubble as he takes a few steps away from you. Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of blue electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>It's too dangerous to go out through the front; even with your respective abilities, it's too risky. This your best chance of survival. And Baxter seems to agree as he begins to search for another way out as well. Behind the counter where you found the chocolate bars and puzzle book, you spot a door that you assume leads to a back room of sorts. And despite the Android moving in silence, you can sense it getting closer so you need to make a move. you have no idea what lies behind that door but you're running out of options. Tapping Baxter on the arm, you get his attention and point to the door. His blue eyes widen slightly when he sees it and he gives you a sharp nod of his head. He slips his bag back on his back before he begins to army-crawl across the floor towards it, waving you after him. After what feels like an eternity, you reach the other side of the counter and Baxter pulls himself up against the door, turning the handle as quietly as he can. The door creaks softly as he pushes it open and you quickly enter after him, not wanting to draw any attention to you both. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 13-1">><</button>></center>

Once inside, you shut the door behind you and look around, realising you're in a hallway. Several doors line the walls and Baxter glances at you briefly before opening the first door; an office. The second door reveals an employee breakroom. The third door opens to a consultation room. All three share one glaring characteristic: no discernible exit. With increasing frustration and dwindling hope, Baxter throws open the next door, a curse ready to roll off his tongue when suddenly you're faced with a staircase leading down to a basement of sorts. He clears his throat before meeting your eyes. "Shall we?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"You first.\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Ignore him and go downstairs</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-2-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 5, 0, 100), $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100)>>He scoffs and smiles at you as he raises his gun. "Gladly," he says before beginning the descent down the steps. You throw a glance over your shoulder at the door that leads to the storefront. You hope that there's some kind of way out down there; already you can sense more Androids entering the pharmacy. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you realise it's a storage room of sorts. Cardboard boxes, both opened and unopened, are scattered around the room and stacked on metal shelves. The room itself is almost as big as the pharmacy upstairs and you're forced to walk through the shelves to get a full scope of the room. Baxter seems surprisingly calm as he focuses all of his attention on the task at hand and you close my eyes for a moment; with the increasing number of Androids you can sense upstairs, you're running out of time. Baxter suddenly stops you with an outstretched arm and you open your eyes again to find another door in front of you. With an eyebrow raised in suspicion, he reaches for the handle and pulls the door open, revealing a tunnel that tapers off into the darkness. "Think it leads to the next building over?" "It's possible," you say but your voice gives away your doubts. The sound of heavy footsteps above you distracts from the tunnel momentarily and your panic begins to set in. //They're getting close. We're out of time.// <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 13-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100)>>Ignoring Baxter, you step past him and begin the descent down the steps. You hope that there's some kind of way out down there; already you can sense more Androids entering the pharmacy. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you realise it's a storage room of sorts. Cardboard boxes, both opened and unopened, are scattered around the room and stacked on metal shelves. The room itself is almost as big as the pharmacy upstairs and you're forced to walk through the shelves to get a full scope of the room. Baxter seems surprisingly calm as he focuses all of his attention on the task at hand and you close my eyes for a moment; with the increasing number of Androids you can sense upstairs, you're running out of time. Baxter suddenly stops you with an outstretched arm and you open your eyes again to find another door in front of you. With an eyebrow raised in suspicion, he reaches for the handle and pulls the door open, revealing a tunnel that tapers off into the darkness. "Think it leads to the next building over?" "It's possible," you say but your voice gives away your doubts. The sound of heavy footsteps above you distracts from the tunnel momentarily and your panic begins to set in. //They're getting close. We're out of time.// <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 13-3">><</button>></center>

Wrapping his free hand around your upper arm, Baxter pushes you towards the tunnel. "Take the tunnel," he grunts. "It's your only chance of getting out of here alive." You wrestle your arm out of his grip before shooting him an incredulous look. "You're not coming with me?" "No," he replies. "But I'm sure as hell gonna try keep you alive, $name." It takes you too long to realise that he's serious and your stomach drops. This it; he's going to sacrifice for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-4-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_mod is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What about everything you said about using your mod?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure?\"</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_baxter to true>>"You have to," he says, his voice becoming strained with emotion. When you open your mouth to argue, he cuts you off. "I'm not going to be the reason you get captured. You mean too much for that to happen." "What happened to no man left behind?" "Dammit, $name! Don't make this harder than it has to be." You heave a sigh but nod your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave him behind, nor do you want to be the reason //he// gets captured but he's right and his mind is already made up. He's already pushing you further into the tunnel but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-5-3'>><</link>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_baxter to true>><<if $baxter_mod is true>>He sighs again before meeting your eyes. "I'm willing to risk it if it means you have a chance to escape."<</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>>He sighs again before meeting your eyes. "As sure as the sky is blue, $name.<</if>> You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and he stares at you for a long moment before he's pushing you further into the tunnel but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr 1-baxter 13-5-3'>><</link>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_bax to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab his shoulders before pulling him towards you. He's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing your lips to his. <<if $bax_rom >= 50>>For a brief second, he freezes but then he's kissing you back, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hands wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you feel like you're drowning in his kisses. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as he pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," he says breathlessly. "As fast as you can." His face is flushed and he looks beautiful. You don't ever want to look away from him but then his words fully register in your head and you know you're gonna have to. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $bax_rom < 50>>For a brief second, he freezes and you allow yourself to get your hopes up, but then he pulls away. "You have to go," he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. "As fast as you can." There are so many things you want to say to him but none of them makes their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, he steps away and gestures again to the tunnel.<</if>> After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion ''Baxter''.">>After a moment, he raises his free hand and gently pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." "Don't die," you tell him and he gives you that same goofy smile of his. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>After a moment, he raises his hands and pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly, there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the tunnel as he takes a few steps away from you.<</if>> After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>you don't have anything more to say to him; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the tunnel as he takes a few steps away from you. After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the pharmacy as you can - hopping between four more rooftops in total - before you finally climb back down to the ground. And even then, you keep on running. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Baxter; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to darken; a bright and vibrant orange bleeds into the pale blue from the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 16">><</button>></center>

When you've put some distance between yourself and the pharmacy, you can no longer sense the Androids and you begin to slow down. The tunnel is full of twists and turns, and you really don't want to get lost down here because you weren't paying attention. The bricks on the wall scratch your hands but you don't let them go. All that matters for now is that you're still alive. For now. Finally, //eventually//, your hands connect with a door and you almost cry out in relief. Pushing the door open, you find yourself in yet another storage room, though the layout differs slightly from the one at the pharmacy. You waste no time in finding the staircase and soon you're upstairs in what used to be a retail clothing store. Clothes laying the discarded and torn up on the floor, the shelves and racks in disarray, and the storefront windows shattered. Once outside, you realise you're at the end of the street and you begin to sense the Androids once more. Though they feel vague and distant, it's only a matter of time before they comes this way and that's all the motivation you need to take off running. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 15-1">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the pharmacy as you can. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Baxter; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to darken; a bright and vibrant orange bleeds into the pale blue from the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-baxter 16">><</button>></center>

You duck inside and begin to walk through each room downstairs. A large kitchen with a bar and island counter, the cupboards standing open and barren. A dining room with a mahogany table, gold silk tablecloth stained with spilt red wine and eight surrounding chairs. A study with a hand-carved wooden desk and four packed bookshelves packed to the brim with books covered in dust. Picture frames lining the walls that depict smiling faces and another lifetime. Each room is connected by archways instead of doors, giving you an almost full view of the next room while standing in another. It's a nice house, despite the still air and distinct lack of its previous hosts. When you get to the living room, however, you stop dead in your tracks. you weren't sure of it earlier, but now that you've moved further into the house, it's undeniable; you can hear a distinct beeping coming from somewhere. Frowning, you turn on your feet, frantically searching for the source. Not the fireplace, the mantle, the couches or the coffee table. Slowly, regretfully, you stop. It's not coming from anywhere in the living room, so where... You turn around to face the archway that leads out into the entryway. From your position, you can clearly see the front door which remains open. You drop your gaze to the bottom of the door and just as the beeping begins to speed up, your eyes widen the two small devices connected to the base of the wall, each with a small blinking red light. You've just barely thrown your arms over your head and half turned my body when the bomb goes off. <center><<button "Next" "interlude - baxter">><</button>></center>

<<set $go_with_rae to true>>The four of you had been together not so long ago until you reached a cross-section and decided to split up to save time. You chose to go with Rae and after promising to meet back at the cross-section in an hour - no excuses - you set off. She meets your eyes briefly before quickly looking away and you take a deep breath before moving closer to her. "You're quiet," you state and she rolls her eyes. "So?" She counters. "Are you okay?" She looks at you, but again only for a moment, before she looks down at the ground, her hands tightening around her gun. "Dakota could lose her leg and we could die out here, so no, $name; I'm not okay." You heave a sigh.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Yeah... me neither.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I prefer to look on the bright side.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 1-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"But we have to keep moving, right?" She shrugs, taking a deep breath. "We don't exactly have a choice." "No, but we have each other." You've stopped walking and you can't help but will her to look at you. Not as Dakota's younger sibling, not as the 'chosen one', but just as $name. And when she does, there's a storm raging in her hazel eyes. "Yeah," she says softly, eventually. "I guess we do." She holds eye contact for a long moment before she's walking again and you have to force your legs to move again long after she does. Though there's no malice in her voice or words, there's an uneasiness that seems to roll off her in waves. Catching up to her, you glance between her and the road before asking the question that makes you feel just as uneasy. "Are you upset that I chose to come with you?" You hold your breath as you wait for her response and the dreaded //'yes'//. Perhaps you really are just Dakota's younger sibling after all. "No," she says slowly and that surprises you even if it shouldn't. She pauses and you can tell it's because she's trying to figure out the right words to say. "I guess I'm just curious about why." //Why.// You suppose that is a good question but you're unsure of whether the answer is just as good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like you.\"🤍</div>' 'sr 1-rae 2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like spending time with you.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 2-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Self Preservation.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 2-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I don\'t like Baxter.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 2-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She scoffs. "Oh, yeah? And what's that?" "Well, for one; we might actually get the supplies we need." She glances you, uncertainty in her eyes but she doesn't push you on the issue. "Is that it?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"...Pretty much, yeah.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 1-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Of course not.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 1-2-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"But-" you say, stopping her before she can make whatever sarcastic comment you're sure she's about to come up with. "Give me time and I'm sure I can come up with more." She regards for you a moment before a small - //very small// - and amused smile appears on her face. "Are you at least going to think in silence?" You give her a smile of your own before replying. "I can certainly try but I make no promises." She rolls her eyes but you know there's no annoyance behind the action. "Lucky me." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

She raises an expectant eyebrow at you that silently urges you to continue. And to please her, you do; "We get to spend time together." She snorts and quickly raises a hand to cover her mouth as she attempts to school her face back into a neutral expression. "I'm not sure I'd call this a prime bonding experience." "Really?" you say. "I would." "Why?" You shrug your shoulders before flashing her smile. "Because I can get to know you more, you know? Without the influence of the others." She frowns then, looking away from you and at the road ahead. For a moment, you're afraid she won't reply but after a beat of silence, she proves you wrong. "What's there to know?" She mutters as she surveys your surroundings with a critical eye. "That's what I want to find out," you reply. "Maybe you'll get a chance," she answers eventually, though she doesn't sound too hopeful. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 20, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 20, 0, 100), $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>"That's not funny," she says, wrinkling her nose at you. You stifle a laugh as you look at her. "It's not a joke." She suddenly stops, confusion replacing her annoyance. "But you don't know me." "I want to, though." This only seems to confuse her more and you can't stop yourself from laughing any longer. "Why? There's no point." She frowns at you, though at this point, it looks more like a pout. "We're all gonna die soon anyway." "That's the //entire// point, Rae." You gesture for you to continue walking and after a moment, she reluctantly joins you. "If we //do// die sometime soon, don't you want to go out knowing that you had someone?" She raises an eyebrow at you, scepticism written across her face. "And that someone is supposed to be you?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can be.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 2-1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"...Maybe.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 2-1-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I don\'t know.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 2-1-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>She wrinkles her nose at you. "Why?" "Because you're my sisters best friend?" you laugh. She rolls her eyes and it's clear that you've said the wrong thing. "That means nothing in the grand scheme of things." "What do you mean?" She shrugs, putting on a facade of not really understanding but the furrowing of her eyebrows, you know she understands perfectly. "It's just... sometimes I feel like the only reason I'm part of the group is because of my friendship with Kota or because of what I can do; not because any of you actually like me." "That's not true," you say as you frown at her because it //isn't// true, not for you at least. "It is," she scoffs. "You just said so yourself; you like me because I'm Dakota's best friend." You place your hand on her upper arm, pulling her to a stop and forcing her to look at you in your eyes. "It's not true, Rae," you repeat, speaking slowly to make sure she catches every word. "That's not the only reason I like you." She sighs and pulls her arm out of your grasp before taking a step away from you. "Maybe not," she starts before pausing and you dread the words she says next. "It's the only one that matters though." <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 2-2-1">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100)>>She narrows her eyes at you and her lips turn downward in a scowl. "Of course," she says, her words bitter. "Because that's all I'm good for, right? Playing the role of bodyguard?" You bite your tongue because you know that's exactly why you came with her. She's a good fighter, both with her mod and a weapon, and with the target specifically painted on your back, she's the right choice to have next to you if you get attacked. Her hazel eyes scan over your face, looking for the answer you won't say out loud. Eventually she looks away, dissatisfied with what she found. "You know, for a moment there; I actually thought you cared about me, $name," she starts and you're surprised that instead of angry, she just sounds sad. "But you've made it crystal clear that you don't." You open your mouth to say something, //anything//, in response when she cuts you off with a glare and a raised hand. "Don't bother, nothing you could possibly say can undo what just happened." She pulls her hand back and looks at the road once more. The silence builds between you like brick and mortar and as you finally manage to wrap your head around the last few minutes, you can't deny the feeling that you've made an irredeemable, irreversible mistake. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100)>>Her face twists into something like a scowl. "What, so I'm just the best of a bad bunch?" You roll your eyes at her. "I didn't say that, Rae." "You may as well have," she says and as a look of hurt takes over her face, you can't help but feel <<cycle "$rae_insult" autoselect>> <<option "bad">> <<option "indifferent">> <<option "pleased">> <</cycle>>, though it's gone just as fast it appeared. "You know, for a moment there; I actually thought you cared about me, $name. But you've made it crystal clear that you don't." You open your mouth to say something, //anything//, in response when she cuts you off with a glare and a raised hand. "Don't bother, nothing you could possibly say can undo what just happened." She pulls her hand back and looks at the road once more. The silence builds between you like brick and mortar and as you finally manage to wrap your head around the last few minutes, you can't deny the feeling that you've made an irredeemable, irreversible mistake. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

The silence stretches infinitely between you and you find yourself desparate for a break; although, knowing Rae as much as you do, you're going to have to be the one to break it. You clear your throat. "I'm sorry, Rae." "Don't apologise," she mutters. "You haven't done anything wrong." //Okay,// you think. //Not at all where I thought this was gonna go.// "I've clearly upset you -" "It doesn't matter anymore," she says, cutting you off. "What's done is done; we don't have to keep talking about it." You resist the urge to roll your eyes and sigh instead. "What if I want to talk about it?" you question. "What if I don't?" She counters. You look at each other for a long moment and the silence that spans between you seems to be the final nail in coffin. This conversation is over, whether you want it to be or not. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't know where the confidence comes from to say these things but they're out there now and since there's no taking them back, you can only plow forward. "If you want it to." She stares at you for a long moment and just when you begin to fear that you've said the wrong thing, she gives you a real, genuine smile. "Yeah," she says, breathless. "Maybe I do." She leaves it that but it doesn't matter. Because 'maybe' is better than no, 'maybe' is good enough and 'maybe' puts a bright smile on your face. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom - 10, 0, 100)>>You don't where the confidence came from to initally tell Rae that you like her but it's long gone now. So much so that you can only vaguely insinuate that yes, you want it to be you. She stares at you for a long moment and just when you begin to fear that you've said the wrong thing, she gives you a real, genuine smile. "Maybe," she agrees with a slow nod of her head. She leaves it that but maybe is good. //Maybe is very good.// <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

You don't where the confidence came from to initally tell Rae that you like her but it's long gone now. So much so that you take back the confession as a whole in a way. Somewhat of a disappointed expression flits across her features though it's difficult to be certain when it's gone just as fast as it appeared. She stares at you for a long moment before turning away, keeping whatever she previosuly wanted to say to herself. Maybe it's better this way, keeping her both close and at a distance, but only time will tell. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

You've lost track of how long Rae and you have been out here, weaving your way through the wreckage until you finally come across the holy grail you've been looking for. She slows to a stop beside you, her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows pulled together. "Is that what I think it is?" "Yep," you say, popping the 'p'. //A shopping mall.// "Think it has what we need?" She shrugs. "Only one way to find out. Is it empty?" You reach out with your mod, searching for the senses of any sentient being that may be inside. "I think so," you say after a moment. "I don't sense anyone." There's something about this area that makes you nervous, but you can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. She looks at you for a moment before setting off for the entrance, not waiting for you to go on or even follow. You take off after her, broken glass crunching under your boots. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 4">><</button>></center>

For reasons you can't fathom, the shopping mall still has electricity and the entrance's glass doors slide open as soon as you step up to them. A chill runs down your spine; you don't think anything could feel like this place does, cold and empty and so unlike everything it used to be. Rae doesn't hesitate to enter first, though you pause just to get your bearings. The automatic doors shut behind you, sealing you away from the rest of the world. The overhead lights flicker and struggle to stay on, but it's enough to be able to see and weave around discarded shopping bags and dead bodies. The eerie ambience doesn't fade as you walk, instead only increasing as time goes on. There isn't a store you pass that hasn't been picked clean. Every once in a while you pass a body lying faceup, but you do your best to avoid looking at eyes and faces. Eventually, you come to a store that looks reasonably untouched, though you've long learnt that looks can be deceiving. Rae arches an eyebrow up at you before gesturing to the door. "After you."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t tell me you\'re scared, Rae.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 5-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Why do I have to go in first?\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Nuh uh, no way.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 5-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Enter the store</div>' 'sr 1-rae 5-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine - 10, 0, 100), $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic + 10, 0, 100)>>She rolls her eyes so far back that you imagine it must hurt. "Absolutely terrified, $name," she deadpans. "I'm shaking in my boots." "Your sarcasm doesn't fool me, Calvert." You nudge her with your elbow and she scowls at you. "It's okay to admit when you're afraid." She looks at you for a long moment and you imagine she's running through all the snide comments she could possibly make before ultimately dismissing them all. "Fine," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. A quick look at the items stocked tells you this used to be a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with first aid kits and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

She rolls her eyes so far back that you imagine it must hurt. "Oh, silly me for thinking you'd want to," she deadpans. "It's only your sister we need to get supplies for." Frowning at her, you cross your arms over your chest. "I know why we're out here, Rae," you say softly. "You don't have to be a bitch about it." Her face softens momentarily but the sincerity on her face is gone just as fast it appeared and her expression neutralises once more. "Let's just get this over with," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. A quick look at the items stocked tells you this used to be a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with first aid kits and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 5, 0, 100)>>She rolls her eyes so far back that you imagine it must hurt. "Seriously?" She questions, her tone demanding. "You know it's empty." You drop your eyes to the ground to avoid looking directly at her. "It's creepy," you say softly after a moment. She looks at me for a long moment and you imagine she's running through all the snide comments she could possibly make before ultimately dismissing them all. "Fine," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. A quick look at the items stocked tells you this used to be a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with first aid kits and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>>The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. A quick look at the items stocked tells you this used to be a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with first aid kits and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'sr 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-rae 7'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'sr 1-rae 7'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-rae 7'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'sr 1-rae 7'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'sr 1-rae 7'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'sr 1-rae 8'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'sr 1-rae 8'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'sr 1-rae 8'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'sr 1-rae 8'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'sr 1-rae 8'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

You're just closing your bag when Rae calls out for you. You turn around to face her and your eyes immediately latch onto the hunting knife in her hand, almost as large as her forearm. "Pretty cool, huh?" She flashes you a rare smile as she tosses the knife in the air, flipping it, and catching it in the other hand.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"That\'s hot.\"🤍</div>' 'sr 1-rae 9-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"That\'s, um... wow.\"🤍</div>' 'sr 1-rae 9-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are there more?\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 9-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Roll your eyes</div>' 'sr 1-rae 9-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>She winks at you before doing it again. She then looks back at the display of knives behind her, a contemplative look on her face. "I wonder if I'm still able to juggle." You snort as you walk toward her, slinging your bag back over your shoulders. "Maybe figure that out another day," you offer. "You know, when we're not running the risk of dying." "Didn't know you were so boring," she grumbles with a roll of her eyes. She slides the knife into its holster and straps it to her thigh before glancing up at you. "Are you gonna take one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy if you ever need a weapon. "You've actually got a few choices," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where sections devoted to guns, hunting equipment and other weaponry stand.<</if>> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>She gives you a suprisingly affectionate smile before doing it again. She then looks back at the display of knives behind her, a contemplative look on her face. "I wonder if I'm still able to juggle." You snort as you walk toward her, slinging your bag back over your shoulders. "Maybe figure that out another day," you offer. "You know, when we're not running the risk of dying." "Didn't know you were so boring," she grumbles with a roll of her eyes. She slides the knife into its holster and straps it to her thigh before glancing up at you. "Are you gonna take one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy if you ever need a weapon. "You've actually got a few choices," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where sections devoted to guns, hunting equipment and other weaponry stand.<</if>> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She nods as you walk over, an uncharacteristically eager smile on her face. "Yeah, you want one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy if you ever need a weapon. "You've actually got a few choices," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where sections devoted to guns, hunting equipment and other weaponry stand.<</if>> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She seems to project her annoyance towards you even louder than usual, which is saying a lot for her, but it's an annoyance you share. You're not in the mood for whatever she's getting at and the feeling of unease you felt earlier has only grown. You need to get all that you came for and get out //now//. She heaves a sigh, almost as loud as her mental warfare, and beckons you closer. "Do you want one?" She asks, punctuating each word to prove just how much she doesn't want to help you. She then gestures with the knife to the display behind her. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy if you ever need a weapon. "You've actually got a few choices," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where sections devoted to guns, hunting equipment and other weaponry stand.<</if>> <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'sr 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 5, 0, 100)>>You shake your head as you straighten up. "I think I'll be okay." Rae only rolls her eyes before she looks over you. It doesn't matter what she thinks though, you're allowed to be confident in your abilities. You're just turning towards her, ready to tell her as much when her fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because the fear on her face tells you everything you need to know: there's Android in the store. Shielded by the counter, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $knife to true>>Once more following her lead, you randomly choose a knife and test the weight of it in your hand. The handle is solid with ridges underneath so that you can get a firm grip on it and as you bring your arm upward, it cuts clean through the air. After another moment of examining it, you nod, pleased with it, and grab the holster. As you're strapping the knife to your thigh, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because the fear on her face tells you everything you need to know: there's an Android in the store. Shielded by the shelf, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $extra_ammo to true>>A variety of hunting equipment decorates the wall and shelves of this corner, from bows and throwing axes to bear traps. But you're not interested in the weapons, just the ammunition. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You quickly scan the selection of arrows in search of the ones you need before grabbing as many as you'll be able to carry, Rae following close behind you. You pull your quiver off your back and fill the remaining space with arrows. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because the fear on her face tells you everything I need to know: there's Android in the store.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You quickly scan the selection of bolts in search of the ones you need before grabbing as many as you'll be able to carry, Rae following close behind you. You pull your quiver off your back and fill the remaining space with bolts. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because the fear on her face tells you everything you need to know: there's Android in the store.<</if>> Shielded by the counter, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $extra_ammo to true>>Guns hang on hooks on the wall, varying from hunting rifles to handguns, and a glass counter just in front of it that houses the bullets. You quickly scan the boxes of bullets in search of the ones you need before rounding the counter to access the hatch, Rae following close behind you. You pull your bag off your back once more and grab the bullets, tossing them inside and effectively filling the last of the empty space. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth, though it doesn't matter much because the fear on her face tells you everything you need to know: there's Android in the store. Shielded by the counter, you reach out with your mod and search for it. There, at the front by the entrance. You poke at its senses and cringe at the mechanical feel of them - so dead and emotionless, so un-human. It knows you're here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

Rae catches your attention when she whispers in your ear. "Are there more?" You do a quick search and your blood runs cold at the dozens of Androids you sense. They're moving fast and systematically; you can only assume they're searching for you and even though you can't tell exactly how many there are, you know more on their way. You have to get out of here now. You nod your head and she curses quietly while you move on to figuring out your escape. You can really only come up with two options: either use your mod on the Android currently in the store and expose yourselves by going out through the front or attempt to find another way.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Use your mod</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Find another way out</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>>While you're not able to tell what the outcome will be, you decide it's your best bet. If only there was a way to inform Rae of your plan before actually executing it. This would be so much easier if you could hear each other's thoughts. You take a deep breath and once more reach out with your mod, latching onto the senses of the Android and taking over them. You remove its sight and hearing, subsequently removing your own, and even though it resists you at first, it loses in the end. You keep your voice down to tell Rae as much, but without being able to hear yourself speak, you can only hope it wasn't loud enough to alert the other Androids. You then tell her your plan and your only confirmation that she understands is when she squeezes your hand. And with that, she stands up, her hand still in yours, and leads you out of the store. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 12-1">><</button>></center>

As you continue to move through the mall, you pull more and more Androids under your control. She places your hand on her shoulder to free up her hands and you feel the muscles of her back tense up as if she's taking aim with her gun. That's only confirmed when you feel kickback of her shots through her. You don't know how long you're under for but when you feel the Androids begin to fight you for control, you know it's been while. Your hold on them is slipping but you put all your energy into holding on. You can only hope Rae is managing on her own. Then suddenly the shooting stops and she's taking your hand in hers once more before she takes off running, pulling you along and guiding you. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 12-2">><</button>></center>

Eventually she stops and you're pushed backwards until your back hits a wall. A moment later, she shakes your arm and you release your hold on the Androids. Your senses coming back to you is a shock to the system and you can't help but gasp for air. Looking around, you see that you're outside the mall, the bricks of the wall behind you pushing painfully into your back. Rae stands in front of you, a look of concern on her face that morphs into relief. "If you have a plan, now would be the time to tell me." The words have just barely left her mouth when the gunfire begins again and she pulls you both down behind the rubble to shield you. Finding a gap in the rubble, she takes aim with her rifle but when she pulls the trigger, the gun clicks uselessly, announcing that she's officially out of bullets. She curses and collapses down next to you, her chest heaving. "I'm out." <<if $weapon is "bow">>Having not taken any shots, you still have all your arrows left but, judging from the number of Androids you can sense, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>Having not taken any shots, you still have all your bolts left but, judging from the number of Androids you can sense, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>Having not taken any shots, you still have all your bullets left but, judging from the number of Androids you can sense, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>Having not taken any shots, you still have all your bullets left but, judging from the number of Androids you can sense, it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>>She looks at you then and you can tell what she's thinking just from that look alone. "I can't go back under," you say. "It'll leave us both too vulnerable." "Shit," she mutters, dragging a hand over her face. You sit together for a moment, wasting time as you try to come up with some kind of plan. You're just about to give up when you hear her sharp intake of breath. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 12-3">><</button>></center>

You watch as she rips her bag off her back before rifling through its contents. At last, she pulls out a lighter. You look at her, confused. "What -" "$name," she says, interrupting you. "When I say so, run." Looking between her and lighter, you don't need to ask her why. She's going to use her mod to give you the chance to escape. She's going to sacrifice herself for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure about this?\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_rae to true>>She finally looks at you, her face stern. "I wasn't asking your permission, $name." When you open your mouth to argue, she cuts you off again. "Look, they don't give a shit about me but if //you're// captured, then it's all over. Do you want that to happen?" You heave a sigh but shake your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave her behind, nor do you want to be the reason she dies but she's right and her mind is already made up. She's already turning away from you; this could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss her🤍</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12-5-1'>><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug her</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12-5-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_rae to true>>She finally looks at you, her face uncertain. "No, but I'm doing it anyway." You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and she stares at you for a long moment before she's turning away from you. This could potentially be the last time you see her and while you're willingly letting her do this for you, you don't how to end this.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss her🤍</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12-5-1'>><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug her</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr 1-rae 12-5-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_rae to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab her shoulder before turning her to face you. She's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing your lips to hers. <<if $rae_rom > 50>>For a brief second, she freezes but then she's kissing you back, her tongue pushing into your mouth, her free hand wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in her hair and you feel like you're drowning in her kisses. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as she pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," she says breathlessly. Her face is flushed and she looks beautiful. You don't ever want to look away from but then her words fully register in your head and you know you're gonna have to. "Don't die," you tell her and a vague smile curls at her lips. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath. <</if>><<if $rae_rom < 50>>For a brief second, she freezes and you allow yourself to get your hopes up, but then she pulls away. "You have to go," she says quietly, avoiding your eyes. There are so many things you want to say to her but none of them make their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, she turns away, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>> Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. You're getting further from where you're supposed to meet Baxter and Felix, but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around her, hugging her tight. <<if $rae_relationship is "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with her.">>Tentatively, she raises her free hand and squeezes your arm. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship is "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in furthering your friendship with her.">>Tentatively, she raises her free hand and squeezes your arm. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship is "You don't have an opinion about ''Rae''.">>After a moment, she raises her free hand and gently pulls your arms away from her. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship is "You don't like ''Rae'' and don't want to get to know her any better.">>After a moment, she raises her free hand and pulls your arms away from her. "You have to go," she says eventually. You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>> Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. You're getting further from where you're supposed to meet Baxter and Felix, but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath. Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. You're getting further from where you're supposed to meet Baxter and Felix, but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>It's too dangerous to go out through the front; even with your respective abilities, it's too risky. This your best chance of survival. And Rae seems to agree as she begins to search for another way out as well. Behind the till you spot a door that you assume leads to a back room of sorts. And despite the Android moving in silence, you can sense it getting closer so you need to make a move. You have no idea what lies behind that door but you're running out of options. Tapping Rae on the arm, you get her attention and point to the door. She regards it for a moment before she nods. Without another moment's hesitation, she takes off across the floor, army-crawling her way to the till and you follow suit. After what feels like an eternity, you reach the other side of the till and Rae pulls herself up against the door, turning the handle as quietly as she can. The door creaks softly as she pushes it open and you quickly enter after her, not wanting to draw any attention to you both. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 13-1">><</button>></center>

Once inside, you shut the door behind you and look around the room for a way to bar it. You're in a storage room, cardboard boxes and metal shelves line the walls but more than that, you realise there's no other way out. "Shit!" Rae curses softly as she paces the length of the room, her hands in her hair. She glances at you momentarily, her hazel eyes panicked. "What are we gonna do, $name?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Reassure her</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Ignore her and focus on finding a way out</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-2-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 5, 0, 100), $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100)>>"Just take a breath, Rae," you say, urging her to calm down. "We can figure this out." If she continues to panic, she's going to draw the Androids to you and you can only do so much to keep them away. Already you can sense more entering the store. "Okay," she says before taking a few deep breaths. "You're right... we can do this." She continues to pace as she shakes out her hands. You close your eyes for a moment; with the increasing number of Androids closing in, you're running out of time. Rae lets out a soft gasp and you open your eyes again to find her staring up at the ceiling, specifically at the grille covering the air vent. Wordlessly, she hurries over to the nearest shelve and drags it to the space just below the vent, and you can't help but cringe at the noise produced by the metal being dragged across the floor. She quickly climbs up the shelves and reaches for the grille. She groans loudly in frustration when it doesn't budge. "Ugh! I need something to take out the screws or..." she trails off and you raise an eyebrow at her when she looks at you. "Toss me my bag!" <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 13-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100)>>You put Rae out of your mind and continue to search the room. You desperately need a way out and you can only do so much to keep the Androids away; already you can sense more entering the store. A quick glance up at the ceiling gives you your smoking gun: an air vent in the centre of the room, covered by a grille. "Rae, look!" you say, drawing her attention away from her incessant pacing to the air vent. Wordlessly, she hurries over to the nearest shelve and drags it to the space just below the vent, and you can't help but cringe at the noise produced by the metal being dragged across the floor. She quickly climbs up the shelves and reaches for the grille. She groans loudly in frustration when it doesn't budge. "Ugh! I need something to take out the screws or..." she trails off and you raise an eyebrow at her when she looks at you. "Toss me my bag!" <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 13-3">><</button>></center>

You hurry across the room to where she dumped her bag and grab it before throwing it to her. "Whatever your plan is, I suggest you do it fast," you say as she betters her grip on the shelf in order to rifle through the bag. "We don't have long before our friends out there make their way over here." Finally she pulls a lighter from the bag and you only have a brief moment to wonder where she got it from before she flicks it on. "You need to go under, $name," she says, glancing at you. "It's about to get really loud." It doesn't take a genius to realise that she's going to use her mod to melt the grille, which means you have to use //your// mod to give her the time to do that. She watches you as you take a deep breath and close your eyes. You reach out with your mod and pull all the Androids you can reach under your control, removing their hearing, along with your own. You watch as she uses the lighter to produce a larger fire, aiming it up at the grille as if it were a flame thrower. Her face is twisted in pain, her lips parted in a scream that only she can hear, and if it weren't for the warmth of the fire, you wouldn't be able to believe she's able to do this. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 13-4">><</button>></center>

It only takes a few minutes for the grille to melt away, dripping down into a puddle of molten liquid metal on the concrete floor, and she's quick to flick the lighter off before jumping down. You release your control on the Androids and your hearing comes flooding back to just as she grabs your arm. "Come on!" She says as she pushes you towards the shelf under the vent and urges you to climb up. You do as you're told and climb the shelves before pulling yourself into the air vent. It's a tighter fit than you expected, your arms pressed somewhat uncomfortably against the sides, and you're forced to crawl backward over the opening to offer your hand down to Rae. She stares up at you for a long moment before slowly shaking her head. "No," she says and you watch in horror as she pushes the shelve over until it crashes to the floor. "What are you doing? We have to get out of here!" She rolls her eyes at you, the exasperation painted clear on her face. "I'm trying to keep you alive, $name!" It takes you too long to realise that she's serious and your stomach drops. This it; she's going to sacrifice for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-5-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure about this?\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_rae to true>>She glares up at you. "I wasn't asking for your permission!" When you open your mouth to argue, she cuts you off again. "Look, they don't give a shit about me but if //you're// captured, then it's all over. Do you want that to happen?" You heave a sigh but shake your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave her behind, nor do you want to be the reason she dies but she's right and her mind is already made up. She's already turning away from you; this could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t die, please?\"🤍</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-6-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Be careful, okay?\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-6-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-6-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_rae to true>>She glances up at you, her face uncertain. "No, but I'm doing it anyway." You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and she stares at you for a long moment before she's turning away from you. This could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t die, please?\"🤍</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-6-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Be careful, okay?\"</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-6-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr 1-rae 13-6-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

A vague smile curls at her lips. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

She gives you a small nod. "I'll do my best." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to darken; a bright and vibrant orange bleeds into the pale blue from the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 16">><</button>></center>

<<set $vent to true>>The air vent seems to go on endlessly, and even long after the presence of Android and the sound of roaring fire and Rae's screams fade, you push on, searching for a way out. The vent is hot and tight, pressing in on you from all sides but you keep going. All that matters for now is that you're still alive. For now. Finally, //eventually//, you come across another vent covering, light pouring in through the slits in the grille. The metal is rusted and feels weak under your fingertips. You take a deep breath as you raise your hands before slamming them down onto the grille, putting as much of your body weight behind the action as you can. It doesn't break away immediately and you're forced to hit it over and over, your hands coming away bloodier each time before the metal crumbles beneath you and you fall out of the vent. You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as your body slams into the concrete below and for a long moment, you just lay there, trying to regain your bearings. When you feel well enough to stand, you realise you're in the parking garage and the presence of Androids slowly returns. Though they feel vague and distant, it's only a matter of time before they come this way and that's all the motivation you need to get the hell out of here. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 15-1">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the mall as you can. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Rae; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to darken; a bright and vibrant orange bleeds into the pale blue from the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "sr 1-rae 16">><</button>></center>

You duck inside and begin to walk through each room downstairs. A large kitchen with a bar and island counter, the cupboards standing open and barren. A dining room with a mahogany table, gold silk tablecloth stained with spilt red wine and eight surrounding chairs. A study with a hand-carved wooden desk and four packed bookshelves packed to the brim with books covered in dust. Picture frames lining the walls that depict smiling faces and another lifetime. Each room is connected by archways instead of doors, giving you an almost full view of the next room while standing in another. It's a nice house, despite the still air and distinct lack of its previous hosts. When you get to the living room, however, you stop dead in your tracks. you weren't sure of it earlier, but now that you've moved further into the house, it's undeniable; you can hear a distinct beeping coming from somewhere. Frowning, you turn on your feet, frantically searching for the source. Not the fireplace, the mantle, the couches or the coffee table. Slowly, regretfully, you stop. It's not coming from anywhere in the living room, so where... You turn around to face the archway that leads out into the entryway. From your position, you can clearly see the front door which remains open. You drop your gaze to the bottom of the door and just as the beeping begins to speed up, your eyes widen at the two small devices connected to the base of the wall, each with a small blinking red light. You've just barely thrown your arms over your head and half turned your body when the bomb goes off. <center><<button "Next" "interlude - rae">><</button>></center>

<<set $mod to "X-Ray Vision">><<if $their is "his">><<set $theyre to "he's">><<set $Theyre to "He's">><<set $Their to "His">><</if>><<if $their is "her">><<set $Their to "Her">><<set $theyre to "she's">><<set $Theyre to "She's">><</if>><<if $their is "their">><<set $Their to "Their">><<set $theyre to "they're">><<set $Theyre to "They're">><</if>><<if $their is "xyr">><<set $Their to "Xyr">><<set $theyre to "xe's">><<set $Theyre to "Xe's">><</if>><<if $they is "he">><<set $They to "He">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>><<if $they is "she">><<set $They to "She">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>><<if $they is "they">><<set $They to "They">><<set $is_are to "are">><<set $IS_ARE to "Are">><</if>><<if $they is "xe">><<set $They to "Xe">><<set $is_are to "is">><<set $IS_ARE to "Is">><<set $s to "s">><</if>> <<nobr>><center><h1>''Chapter, the First''</h1></center> <center><h2>''$name $surname''</h2></center>You'll never get used to the silence. The city shouldn't sound like this, like nothing. You can still remember the hum of traffic, never ending no matter the time of day; the harsh and shrill cries of construction tools on a site doomed to forever remain incomplete; the steady baseline of music filtering out the doors of a new nightclub. Now it's all gone, the air is cold and empty. The quiet is unnatural. Unsettling. Deafening.<</nobr>> You don't realise how much you get used to something - //how much you'll miss it// - until it's gone. You stare out into the trees from your vantage point, the wilderness dead and quiet. While animals seem to have fled in light of the apocalypse, nature has flourished, reclaiming whatever man-made structure stood in its path. It's confusing to look at what can only be described as a dense and lush forest while standing on the balcony of a fifth floor apartment; you were always told nature would find a way to take back what was taken from it, you just never thought you'd live to see it. Though you use the term //'see'// very loosely. It took some getting used to, seeing the world through x-ray images, but it's natural to you now, more natural than when you try to remember what everything used to look like. You don't remember a lot of it though; it's been too long, too much has happened between your life then and your life now to really nail down all the details. You do miss natural colours though. You're pulled from your reverie by your name being called. You turn around and see Felix making his way across the balcony as he weaves through the scattered furniture. Learning to tell people apart without their faces to go off of was a learning curve all on it's own, but like everything else, it got easier. You used to rely soley on voices but soon you were able to tell people apart but the way they walked, the way they stood, the structure of their bones. And while it used to freak you out a bit, talking and living among skeletons is actually kinda cool. You first met him in high school when he tripped walking towards class and brought you down with him. You've been best friends ever since and though this isn't exactly how you imagined your lives going, you're glad you have him by your side. He joins you at the railing, glancing between your face and the trees. "You've been out here a while," he states. "See anything?" <<set $meet_felix to true>> <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-1">><</button>></center>

"Not yet," you reply with a shake of your head, letting your eyes return to the trees, scanning them for any signs of life. "It's like everything's frozen; it's eerie. But..." you trail off, trying to find the words to describe your feelings. He looks at you expectantly but he doesn't push you to continue. "Something //is// out there. I can feel it." He hums under his breath and looks back at the trees. "You're right. It feels wrong... like your heart's stopped beating but the blood's somehow still flowing." You nod, unable to speak and he sighs. "I don't think anything'll change. Let's go back inside." As soon as the words leave his lips, there's movement in the brush. Something's in there, moving and you stand frozen in place as the branches shake, leaves crackling beneath footsteps. For a moment nothing comes into view and the air is still until you see it; two blue eyes staring up at you from behind a shroud of bushes. You quickly realise that it's a deer. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/deer_xray.png"></center><</if>> Felix shifts on his feet and clears his throat before speaking softly. "Is it real?" "No." It's easy to tell, for you at least, what with the blue shine of metal beneath it's hide and a hollow space where its brain should be. You're not sure why you never thought Androids mechanically enhancing animals would be a possibility but it makes sense. After all, if they can replace human parts with mechanical versions, why not animals too? "What should we do then?" <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; all Androids deserve to die.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-2-1'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; it could lead other Androids to us.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-2-1'>><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should leave it; it\'s wrong to kill it.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-2-2'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should leave it; maybe we could observe it.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-2-3'>><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to true>>You pick up your gun from where you'd propped it up against the railing, leveling it on the deers head. It doesn't move or react as you pull the trigger, the shot ringing out through the trees, and the bullet meets it's target. It doesn't fall or bleed but that doesn't surprise you; Androids don't die, they power down. You sling the strap of your gun over your shoulder and after another glance at the still standing deer, you start for the door leading back into the apartment, Felix following behind you. The apartment is in relatively good shape despite everything; whoever lived here previously left swiftly and without struggle. And though the cupboards have all been picked clean, most of the furniture is still intact even if some of it is in disarray. Since you don't plan on staying here for very long, you've only somewhat straightened up the common area. Ypur sister, Dakota sits on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table. Your father sits next to her, tending to the wound on her shin, her skin torn near to shreds from a bear trap that had long been left behind in the woods. You'd been forced to make a stop here in this apartment building because of that but you're not complaining; you could do with sleeping on something other than the cold dirt for once. She turns look at you when she sees you and though you have dig deep in your memories for the image, you imagine her smiling at you. Her body shakes slightly, blood still pouring from her leg and onto the carpet, and there are deep gouges in the bone from the trap; she's in a lot of pain, that much is obvious, but you have to have hope that she'll be fine. She's lost a lot of blood already but your father was a licensed doctor before the world went to shit; if anyone can help her, it's him.<<set $meet_dakota to true>><<set $meet_monroe to true>> <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to false>>You're not really sure if it's a good idea to leave the deer standing or not but Felix nods and that's all the confirmation you need. You live too dangerous a life to second guess the decisions you make. He watches on in silence as you pick up your gun from where you'd propped it up against the railing, slinging the strap over your shoulder, before following you back inside the apartment. The apartment is in relatively good shape despite everything; whoever lived here previously left swiftly and without struggle. And though the cupboards have all been picked clean, most of the furniture is still intact even if some of it is in disarray. Since you don't plan on staying here for very long, you've only somewhat straightened up the common area. Ypur sister, Dakota sits on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table. Your father sits next to her, tending to the wound on her shin, her skin torn near to shreds from a bear trap that had long been left behind in the woods. You'd been forced to make a stop here in this apartment building because of that but you're not complaining; you could do with sleeping on something other than the cold dirt for once. She turns look at you when she sees you and though you have dig deep in your memories for the image, you imagine her smiling at you. Her body shakes slightly, blood still pouring from her leg and onto the carpet, and there are deep gouges in the bone from the trap; she's in a lot of pain, that much is obvious, but you have to have hope that she'll be fine. She's lost a lot of blood already but your father was a licensed doctor before the world went to shit; if anyone can help her, it's him.<<set $meet_dakota to true>><<set $meet_monroe to true>> <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $deer_choice to true, $kill_deer to false>>Felix shrugs and together you watch the deer in silence. It stares at you in return, unblinking and unmoving. Several minutes go by, passed in mutual silence, without the deer moving. Felix heaves a sigh before turning to face you. "Well, that was a waste of time," he says. "What now?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; all Androids deserve to die.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-2-1'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should kill it; it could lead other Androids to us.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-2-1'>><<set $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We should leave it; it\'s wrong to kill it.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-2-2'>><<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if $kill_deer is true>>"All clear," you say as you sink into a chair across from the couch, propping your gun against the coffee table. Felix leans against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches Dakota.<</if>><<if $kill_deer is false>>"All clear," you say, avoiding looking at anyone directly as you sink into a chair across from the couch, propping your gun against the coffee table. Felix leans against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches Dakota,.<</if>> Your father looks up at you just as the front door opens and Baxter strides in the apartment, Rae following him and shutting the door behind them both.<<set $meet_baxter to true>><<set $meet_rae to true>> "Building's empty," Baxter says as he comes to stand beside the coffee table. "No people //or// supplies," Rae adds as she sits down on a barstool at the counter. "The place is a ghost town." "I was afraid of that," your father sighs. Rae looks down at Dakota's mangled leg. She doesn't seem to too concerned about your sister but you know that's just a front. She is as close to Dakota as you are to Felix. They met in university when they were assigned as roommates, quickly becoming friends and growing closer as time went on. The apocalypse only made them even more inseparable. <center>''[How do you feel about Rae?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You want to get to know her better.🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">She\'s nice.</div>' 'xrv 1-4-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You\'ve never really thought about it.</div>' 'xrv 1-4-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t like her.</div>' 'xrv 1-4-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with her.">><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You've always liked Rae, perhaps slightly //more// than a friend should. You can't deny the attraction you feel for her but you're not sure how you'd tell her as much without coming off as Dakota's annoying younger sibling. For now, you'll have to suffice with whatever time you //do// get to spend together. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns to her with what you imagine is a stern look in his <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway," Rae adds and you can hear the smile in her voice despite the severity of her words. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in furthering your friendship with her.">>You genuinely think Rae is an interesting and nice person, and that one day, you could be as close friends as she and your sister are. She's an important part of your group and you want to put in more effort to get to know her better, since you really only know the surface stuff. If she'll let you, that is. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns to her with what you imagine is a stern look in his <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway," Rae adds and you can hear the smile in her voice despite the severity of her words. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You don't have an opinion about ''Rae''.">>Rae is Dakota's friend through and through. You've never thought about her as anything more than that and you suppose that's where your nonchalance stems from. She's nothing more or less than simply a person you know, though you use the term 'know' very loosely. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns to her with what you imagine is a stern look in his <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway," Rae adds and you can hear the smile in her voice despite the severity of her words. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $rae_relationship to "You don't like ''Rae'' and don't want to get to know her any better.">>Rae is smart, there's no denying that, but she tends to act as though as she's the smartest person in the room, and while there may be some truth to that, it's not exactly a fair statement. She comes across as arrogant, as if only she knows what's best for the group which is why you don't really like her that much and you don't see that changing any time soon. She speaks then, her attention still on your father and Dakota, and you're pulled from your thoughts. "How's she looking, Doc?" "Not good," he sighs. "I've done what I can to slow the bleeding but I don't exactly have the supplies to do anything more than that." "Just cut it off and be done with me," Dakota huffs, a weak laugh leaving her lips. Your father turns to her with what you imagine is a stern look in his <<cycle "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "grey">> <</cycle>> eyes. "The point is to save your leg, Kota, not cut it off." He pauses, assessing the wound and perhaps the idea of actually amputating her leg, before he looks back at her. "Plus, I don't have the supplies for that either." She laughs again. "Bummer." "You would only slow us down further without it, anyway," Rae adds and you can hear the smile in her voice despite the severity of her words. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-5">><</button>></center>

Silence envelopes the room as you all think over your next options. You could stay here or leave and look for something more secure but either way; you need a plan. You find yourself watching Baxter, knowing that whatever plan you //do// go with will most likely come from him. It's been that way since you met him and while following him has yet to lead you astray, no winning streak can go on forever. <center>''[What do you think of Baxter?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You trust him.🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-6-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You like him well enough.</div>' 'xrv 1-6-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t think about him at all.</div>' 'xrv 1-6-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You don\'t trust him.</div>' 'xrv 1-6-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>Baxter has done so much, //sacrificed// so much to help your group and that's not something you can just over look. But more so than that, you like him... a lot, actually. He's kind, brave and he has a personality beneath it all, surprisingly. He's more optimistic than he should be in your present circumstance but his steady flow of smiles and jokes are necessary for morale. You trust with him your life; you just hope it won't come down to that any time soon. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>Despite all that he's done to protect you and keep you alive, you still don't trust him all that much. You were never convinced that the government or military had no hand in the creation of mods, Androids or the apocalypse. It just didn't make sense to you. And when none of the attempts at trying to put a stop to the madness worked, it all seemed a little too convenient to you. Baxter knows more about things than he lets on and for that reason, you not only don't trust him, but you really don't like him either. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You don't have an opinion on ''Baxter''.">>The thing about Baxter is that while he's a good fighter, you don't really think about him as more than a soldier. Despite the amount of time that he's been with you, it still doesn't feel like he's a part of the group. He's not exactly a friend and he's definitely not an enemy; he's just kind of... there. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-7">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_relationship to "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>You like Baxter and you think you've become quite good friends in the time that you've known each other. He can be a bit of a goof at times but you think it's necessary when everything else is always so serious. Plus, it helps that he's a great fighter and his mod adds a very much needed extra layer of defense - even though you've never actually seen him use it. To be honest, you don't even think you'd have made it this far without his help and simply for that fact, he's good in your books. You can't help but think of the day you met him. It was a few months into the war; Androids patrolled the streets, slowly gaining more and more control over the population and all humans - genetically modified or not - feared for their lives. The military had started to crumble but enough of it was still intact to send out a few squadrons in secret to get out as many people as possible. You'd had already been on the run at that point - your family, Rae and Felix - and because your name had long been on the Android's wanted list, it was only getting more difficult the more time went on. When you were found, you thought that it might finally get a little easier for you but then you were ambushed and the moment you were separated from the rest of Baxter's squadron, all hope washed away. He'd still tried to get you to the evacuation point but that turned out to be futile as well, and he'd ended up just sticking with you. The man himself is the first to break the silence, his question directed at your father. "What supplies do you need?" <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-7">><</button>></center>

Your father looks up at the soldier, suspicion evident in his response. "Why?" "We can go on a supply run." Baxter glances briefly at Felix, Rae and you before looking back at your father. "Hopefully the four of us can get what you need." "No," he replies and the finality in his voice feels almost like a slap in the face. "No?" Baxter echoes. "It's too dangerous." "Everything we //do// is dangerous. Hell, just being alive is dangerous." The two of them stare at each other for a moment, willing the other to back down but ultimately it's your father who does. "Then I'll go," he says, hesitating a glance at you. "Instead of $name." At this you frown, your lips parting as you prepare to defend yourself and your abilities when Baxter beats you to it. "With all due respect, sir," he starts and when you look at him, you can almost imagine him melting back into the persona of a soldier addressing a higher officer. "If it came down to it, I'd much rather have $name behind me in a fight. Your skills are better use here, with your daughter." Baxter looks at you and slowly, everyone else turns their attention to you too. It appears to be your turn to speak. Ignoring the rest of the group, you look down at your father and think of what you want to say. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Dakota needs this stuff, Dad.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'ll be fine.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"You have to trust me.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 10, 0, 100)>>He looks back at Dakota and you can tell he's weighing the possible outcomes of either letting you go or forcing you to stay Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile but you know that this the exact type of thing that you //can't// promise. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-9">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>It's technically not something you can promise him, but you have to believe that it's true. He looks back at Dakota and you can tell he's weighing the possible outcomes of either letting you go or forcing you to stay. Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-9">><</button>></center>

You're not a child anymore, he can't protect you and it's time he realised as much. He looks back at Dakota and you can tell he's weighing the possible outcomes of either letting you go or forcing you to stay. Ultimately, he decides on the former. He heaves a sigh and looks at you once more. "Fine, but you better come back alive and in one piece." "I promise," you say as you attempt a reassuring smile but Iyou know that this the exact type of thing that you //can't// promise. Baxter clears his throat. "Alright; gear up, everyone. We'll leave in five minutes." You nod and turn on your feet before making your way down the hallway to the bedroom where you'd dumped your things when you first arrived. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-9">><</button>></center>

The bedroom is small; fitting only two single beds, a dresser and a book shelve. Felix told you that everything in here is either a shade of pink or purple. You can only make assumptions about those that used to occupy this room but if one thing is clear, it's that they were either children or just very young. And for some reason that makes standing in here all the more eerie. You take a deep breath and shake off the strange, hollow feeling before moving to bed on which your bag sits. You empty the contents onto the bed and select from them only the items you'll need for the supply run. You put on your bullet proof vest first before moving onto a select few pieces of your body armour; your arm and leg guards. With this, your back and stomach are still exposed, but the full outfit is too bulky for this mission when you might need to make a quick escape. When you've secured the pieces in place, you move onto weapons. You'd left your rifle in the living room, but you have other options to choose from. <center>''[This choice locks in your preferred weapon.]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your bow and arrows</div>' 'xrv 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "bow">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your crossbow</div>' 'xrv 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "crossbow">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your hand guns</div>' 'xrv 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "handguns">><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Your rifle</div>' 'xrv 1-10'>><<set $weapon to "rifle">><</link>></center> </div>

<<if $weapon is "bow">>You count your arrows, each specifically designed to take down androids, before you strap the quiver to your back. You only have a few dozen arrows and since it's unlikely you'll get any of them back when you fire them, you need to use them sparingly. You pick up your bow and the metal feels cool against your skin. You're used to feel it, the weight of it is comfortable in your hand and you can't help but wonder if you would still love archery as much if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You admire the metal detail work on your bow one last time before you sling the strap of your now empty bag over your shoulder and head for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You load a bolt into your crossbow before packing the rest of them back in your bag, each specifically designed to take down androids. You don't have many of them, only a little over a dozen, so you'll have to use them sparingly, but you know you'll manage, especially with the others by your side. You pull your bag onto your back before picking up your crossbow once more. You're used to feel it, the weight of it is comfortable in your hand and you can't help but wonder if you would have ever thought to use one if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You admire the metal detail work on your crossbow one last time before you head for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You make sure each gun has a full magazine before securing them in the holsters on your thighs. You only have enough bullets left to reload one gun if need be and since it's unlikely you'll come across an artillery store that //hasn't// been picked clean; you'll have to think smart about how you shoot. As you turn over the spare magazine in your hand, you can't help but wonder if you would have ever even picked up a gun if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You throw the magazine in your bag and slide the straps over your shoulders before heading for the door.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>With your rifle still sitting in the living room, you try to remember how many bullets are still in its magazine. Since artillery is so difficult to come by, it's good to keep track of these things lest you be blindsided when you run out. As far you recall, you've only fired your rifle <<if $kill_deer is false>>twice since switching the magazine, which would leave you with twenty-eight bullets.<</if>><<if $kill_deer is true>>three times since switching the magazine - the third being today - which would leave you with twenty-seven bullets.<</if>> That should be enough to get you through this supply run but you grab your spare magazine in case. You'll only be able reload once if you run out so you'll have to think smart about how you shoot. As you turn over the magazine in your hand, you can't help but wonder if you would have ever even picked up a gun if Androids never took over. You heave a sigh as you bank that question away for another time. Now isn't the time to long for another life. You throw the magazine in your bag and slide the straps over your shoulders before heading for the door.<</if>> The others are waiting for you by the front door and you give your father and Dakota each a quick hug<<if $weapon is "rifle">>, grabbing your gun in the process,<</if>> before following the three of them out the apartment. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-11">><</button>></center>

The roads are barren, littered with broken cars, overgrown vines and weeds, and dead bodies. You've been told before that the abandoned buildings are usually covered in graffiti proclaiming the end of the world. It's not the end yet, not so long as you're still here, but you dare say that you're cutting it close. Broken glass and gravel crunch under your boots as you move forward. You're still not used to the quiet but out here in the open, it's magnified ten fold. Taking a deep breath, you hazard a glance at your companion. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Baxter</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Rae</div>' 'xrv 1-rae'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $go_with_baxter to true>>The four of you had been together not so long ago until you reached a cross-section and decided to split up to save time. You chose to go with Baxter and after promising to meet back at the cross-section in an hour - no excuses - you set off. He looks at you, moving in closer and clearing his throat as he adjusts his grip on his rifle. "I'm glad you chose to come with me," he says, glancing away from you and back at the road. "Really? Why?" He lifts his shoulders and you hear the smile in his voice when he speaks next. "I like hanging out with you." You blink, his words slowly registering in your head.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like hanging out with you too.\"🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Oh, um... me too.\"🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 1-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Technically, all we //do// is hang out.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 1-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can\'t say the feeling\'s mutual...\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 1-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 20, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 20, 0, 100), $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>"Little old me?" He questions as he leans towards you. You smirk at him, deciding to tease him a little. "I figured I could use you as a human shield if we get attacked by Androids." He draws away from you and heaves a dramatic sigh. "I always knew I'd be used for my body..." "Well, it //is// a nice body," you retort. "You've got good, strong bones." "Don't try to win me over with flattery, $surname." "Does that mean it's working?" He cocks his head to the side and looks at you for a moment. "...Maybe." <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 15, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 15, 0, 100), $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>He chuckles and you feel your face get warm at the sound. "You're very cute, you know that?" Chewing on your bottom lip, you look away from him. "Uh, not really..." "Well, you can take my word for it," he states. "Because I'm looking right you and the person in front of me is the //cutest//." "You think you're so smooth." You roll ypur eyes at him but something gives you the idea that it won't deter him in the slightest. "The smoothest." You can't stop the laugh that leaves you. "That doesn't sound like a real word." "It is now," he says, nudging you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>At that, he laughs. "I wouldn't call running for our lives 'hanging out'." You raise an eyebrow at him. "And yet what we're doing //now// is?" "Yes," he nods. "I like to think so." "You know we could die out here, right?" He tilts his head to the side and pauses for a moment before responding. "The thought crossed my mind." "So, you'd risk your life just to hang out with me?" "Well, I've risked my life for less so risking it for you is a pretty easy choice," he replies, shrugging "I don't know if that's a compliment or not," you say with a laugh. He takes another moment to think before nodding his head resolutely. "A compliment, definitely." <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 2">><</button>></center>

"Oh... I'm sorry, I just thought..." he stops for a moment, seemingly thinking of what to say next. "I thought you liked hanging out with me too." You look away from him, clenching your jaw before releasing the tension.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I chose to come with you because you\'re the smarter choice.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 1-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I chose to come with you because I don\'t like Rae.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 1-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>>Out the corner of your eye, you see him quickly look away. "Right," he says softly. "Yeah, of course..." And it's true. Baxter is the best fighter among you, despite never using his mod, and with the target specifically painted on your back, he's the right choice to have next to you if you get attacked. He doesn't seem to have anything else to say and neither do you so you leave it at that. Maybe it was wrong to hurt him like that but you don't regret it and even if you did, there's no way to take it back. At least now he knows the truth. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 1-4-3">><</button>></center>

"Why?" He questions, his voice as emotional as if you've said //he's// the one you don't like. Which, you suppose, isn't so far off. You heave a sigh; this isn't a conversation you feel like having, especially not with Baxter. This shouldn't matter to him as much as it does. "It's not important," you say, waving him off and he seems taken aback by your dismissive tone. He doesn't seem to have anything to say and neither do you so you leave it at that. Maybe it was wrong to admit out loud how you feel about Rae but you don't regret it and even if you did, there's no way to take it back. At least it's the truth. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 1-4-3">><</button>></center>

Before we're out walking for too long, we reach a T-junction, the foretold pharmacy staring at us from it's place on the other side of the road. "Bingo!" Baxter snaps his fingers before turning to face me, a noticeable bounce in his step, our previous conversation already long pushed out of his thoughts. "Is it empty?" I turn to face the building and it takes less than a second to search for any moving bodies. "Not a sole in sight," I say with a nod. "What are we waiting for then?" He claps me on back and starts for the pharmacy but despite his confidence, I hesitate. There's something about this area that makes me nervous, but I can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. I shake off the feeling and follow after him. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 5">><</button>></center>

You lapse into silence and focus your attention back on the resulting carnage of the war. Baxter said you'd come across a pharmacy eventually on this road but so far there's nothing but rubble and ruin. You could be out here for quite a while and if that's the case, you don't want to continue on in silence. Glancing over at the soldier beside you, you feel a barrage of questions forming on your tongue; it's only a matter of deciding which to release first. Clearing your throat, you ask...<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-life'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you describe what you look like?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-face'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_military to true>>He startles slightly at your question but his surpise wears off fast, quickly replaced by the usual ease in the way he walks and talks. "It was... //interesting//, to say the least." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Interesting how?" "Well, for starters; it wasn't as gay as I thought it would be," he says, clicking his tongue. "So, that was a bit of a let down." "You enrolled in the military to find a partner?" you ask with a laugh. "I thought it would //at least// better my chances," he says. "But no man, woman or soldier in between caught my eye." He heaves a sigh. "That's not //actually// why I joined, though." You send him a questioning look. "Do you plan on telling me the reason or...?" "That's a story for another day," he says. "That way, we have another reason to get back to base alive." Not entirely satisfied with his answer, you nod and move on to your next question.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_family to true>>You remember a few months ago he'd gone off on his own in search of his family but when he came back a few days later on his own, it was clear without even asking him about it that his search wasn't successful. It was probably the first time you'd seen him so quiet and melancholic. "There's not much to tell," he says with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "We were pretty much your average nuclear family." You raise an eyebrow at him, unconvinced. "C'mon... there has to be more than that." He chuckles. "You're wildly overestimating my family, $name." "Okay, how about this?" He turns his head to face you and you can tell he's intrigued. "I throw questions at you super fast and you answer with the first thing that pops in your head." "That sounds like an interrogation tactic," he says, laughing again. "But sure; go ahead." You clear your throat. "Your dad?" "Didn't have one." "//Absent// dad?" "Lesbian moms." "Mom one?" "Scientist." "Mom two?" "Pilot." "Siblings?" "Four." "Names?" "Colter, Gillian, Thalia and Kiera." "Pets?" "A greyhound named Frisbee." When your questions slow to a stop he looks at you again, clearly expecting you to continue but you only smile at him. "That's cute." He places his free hand on his chest, right above his heart and bows. "I chose it myself." "I think I'm gonna stop there for now," you say and he laughs, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. //"Thank god."// <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_mod to true>>"Once," he says quietly. "And I almost killed my entire squadron in the process." Having never seen the effects of his mod yourself, you can't keep the shock off your face. "How?" Avoiding your eyes, he takes a deep breath. "You know how every mod is flawed?" You nod. "Well, mine is extremely... unpredictable. I can't control it when I use it and I doubt I ever will." His typical playful demeanor is gone and replaced by something more melancholic. You're still not certain of just //how// unpredictable his mod is but you understand enough to know that it's bad. Clearing your throat, you look at him and smile, determined to get him to smile back. "So... that's a //'no'// to a show and tell?" He pauses a moment before he laughs in surprise. "That's a //definite// no. I do not want your father going batshit on me for killing you." You laugh with him. "That's fair." <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_leg to true>>The question rolls off your tongue without you thinking twice about it and you almost clap your hand over your mouth. Glancing down, you can see the prostethic clear as day, the bones of his right leg ending abruptly at his knee and connecting to the metal prosthetic but you've never found the courage to actually ask him. "That's an awfully personal question, $name," he says, uncharacteristically serious. "I'm sorry!" you say quickly. "I didn't mean -" He holds a hand up for you to stop and you look at him, confused, when he chuckles soflty. "I'm just messing with you, $nickname, I don't mind." He pauses and it's impossible to miss his hesitance. "I was born without it." Expecting to hear how it was blown off in some military story, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Woah, really?" He nods and drags a large hand through his hair. "Lucky for me though, I was able to get a genetically engineered leg made for me." Images of the sleek, metal leg flash through your mind. "Is it like a permanent prosthetic?" you question. He nods again. "It's totally like a normal leg except it's made of metal, repairs itself and I can't physically take it off." "So, what you're saying is.... you're one step closer to becoming an android." He stops suddenly and stiffens his movements. "Does not compute," he states, speaking in a robotic voice. "System will shut down in five minutes." You stifle a laugh and decide to humour him. "That's... //spot on//." He reverts back to normal, snapping the fingers of his free hand as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. "I //knew// I should've become an actor instead." You share a smile. "Another life, maybe." <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_life to true>>"Never in a million years would I have guessed 'robot apocalypse' was our future," he chuckles. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him. "What about two million years?" He takes a moment to think before shaking his head. "Nope, my money would still have been 'zombie apocalypse'." Your mouth falls open in shock. "You'd rather fight zombies than robots?" "I'd rather fight //neither//," he counters. "That wasn't an option." "It is now, $nickname." You cross your arms over your chest. "You don't play fair." "But that's what makes it fun," he whines. "No, that's what makes you a cheater." He clutches his free hand to his chest, over his heart. "You wound me." You laugh. "And you deserve it!" <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_military to true>>He startles slightly at your question but his surpise wears off fast, quickly replaced by the usual ease in the way he walks and talks. "It was... //interesting//, to say the least." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Interesting how?" "Well, for starters; it wasn't as gay as I thought it would be," he says, clicking his tongue. "So, that was a bit of a let down." "You enrolled in the military to find a partner?" you ask with a laugh. "I thought it would //at least// better my chances," he says. "But no man, woman or soldier in between caught my eye." He heaves a sigh. "That's not //actually// why I joined, though." You send him a questioning look. "Do you plan on telling me the reason or...?" "That's a story for another day," he says. "That way, we have another reason to get back to base alive." Though you're not entirely satisfied with his answer, you nod anyway. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_family to true>>You remember a few months ago he'd gone off on his own in search of his family but when he came back a few days later on his own, it was clear without even asking him about it that his search wasn't successful. It was probably the first time you'd seen him so quiet and melancholic. "There's not much to tell," he says with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "We were pretty much your average nuclear family." You raise an eyebrow at him, unconvinced. "C'mon... there has to be more than that." He chuckles. "You're wildly overestimating my family, $name." "Okay, how about this?" He turns his head to face you and you can tell he's intrigued. "I throw questions at you super fast and you answer with the first thing that pops in your head." "That sounds like an interrogation tactic," he says, laughing again. "But sure; go ahead." You clear your throat. "Your dad?" "Didn't have one." "//Absent// dad?" "Lesbian moms." "Mom one?" "Scientist." "Mom two?" "Pilot." "Siblings?" "Four." "Names?" "Colter, Gillian, Thalia and Kiera." "Pets?" "A greyhound named Frisbee." When your questions slow to a stop he looks at you again, clearly expecting you to continue but you only smile at him. "That's cute." He places his free hand on his chest, right above his heart and bows. "I chose it myself." "I think I'm gonna stop there for now," you say and he laughs, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. //"Thank god."//<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you describe what you look like?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-face'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_mod to true>>"Once," he says quietly. "And I almost killed my entire squadron in the process." Having never seen the effects of his mod yourself, you can't keep the shock off your face. "How?" Avoiding your eyes, he takes a deep breath. "You know how every mod is flawed?" You nod. "Well, mine is extremely... unpredictable. I can't control it when I use it and I doubt I ever will." His typical playful demeanor is gone and replaced by something more melancholic. You're still not certain of just //how// unpredictable his mod is but you understand enough to know that it's bad. Clearing your throat, you look at him and smile, determined to get him to smile back. "So... that's a //'no'// to a show and tell?" He pauses a moment before he laughs in surprise. "That's a //definite// no. I do not want your father going batshit on me for killing you." You laugh with him. "That's fair."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you describe what you look like?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-face'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_leg to true>>The question rolls off your tongue without you thinking twice about it and you almost clap your hand over your mouth. Glancing down, you can see the prostethic clear as day, the bones of his right leg ending abruptly at his knee and connecting to the metal prosthetic but you've never found the courage to actually ask him. "That's an awfully personal question, $name," he says, uncharacteristically serious. "I'm sorry!" you say quickly. "I didn't mean -" He holds a hand up for you to stop and you look at him, confused, when he chuckles soflty. "I'm just messing with you, $nickname, I don't mind." He pauses and it's impossible to miss his hesitance. "I was born without it." Expecting to hear how it was blown off in some military story, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Woah, really?" He nods and drags a large hand through his hair. "Lucky for me though, I was able to get a genetically engineered leg made for me." Images of the sleek, metal leg flash through your mind. "Is it like a permanent prosthetic?" you question. He nods again. "It's totally like a normal leg except it's made of metal, repairs itself and I can't physically take it off." "So, what you're saying is.... you're one step closer to becoming an android." He stops suddenly and stiffens his movements. "Does not compute," he states, speaking in a robotic voice. "System will shut down in five minutes." You stifle a laugh and decide to humour him. "That's... //spot on//." He reverts back to normal, snapping the fingers of his free hand as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. "I //knew// I should've become an actor instead." You share a smile. "Another life, maybe."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you describe what you look like?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-face'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_life to true>>"Never in a million years would I have guessed 'robot apocalypse' was our future," he chuckles. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him. "What about two million years?" He takes a moment to think before shaking his head. "Nope, my money would still have been 'zombie apocalypse'." Your mouth falls open in shock. "You'd rather fight zombies than robots?" "I'd rather fight //neither//," he counters. "That wasn't an option." "It is now, $nickname." You cross your arms over your chest. "You don't play fair." "But that's what makes it fun," he whines. "No, that's what makes you a cheater." He clutches his free hand to his chest, over his heart. "You wound me." You laugh. "And you deserve it!"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you describe what you look like?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-face'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $baxter_face to true>>"What do you mean?" He asks. "I don't know what you look like," you say. "Your skull, yes; but your face, not so much." "Oh..." He nods slowly. "I guess I forgot you don't see the world like the rest of us. You chuckle. "I make it look easy." He raises his hand to the back of his neck and exhales. "Well, for starters; I'm devastatingly handsome. Think Prince Charming meets Greek god." You nudge him in the side with your elbow. "C'mon, Marx, be serious." "I was!" You look at him pointedly and he sighs. "Fine. Let's see... blond hair, blue eyes, my skin's kinda pale -" "How Aryan of you," you joke. Now it's his turn to nudge you. "Yes, I'm Hitler's wet dream; now, are you gonna let me continue?" You bite your tongue and nod. "Um... my eyebrows are kinda thick and uneven; I know because my sisters never let me forget it. Oh, my nose is pretty weird." You wait for him to continue but he doesn't. "Weird how?" "I don't know," he laughs, shrugging his shoulders. "I've never had to describe a nose before; it's just a weird shape." You nod, unable to suppress a smile. "Okay, I think I've got a clear picture now." "And? I'm super handsome right?" "Sure, Baxter." "I know you're just saying that to placate me but I'm going to pretend like you mean it." <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 4">><</button>></center>

<<set $baxter_face to true>>He startles slightly at your question but his surpise wears off fast, quickly replaced by the usual ease in the way he walks and talks. "What do you mean?" He asks. "I don't know what you look like," you say. "Your skull, yes; but your face, not so much." "Oh..." He nods slowly. "I guess I forgot you don't see the world like the rest of us. You chuckle. "I make it look easy." He raises his hand to the back of his neck and exhales. "Well, for starters; I'm devastatingly handsome. Think Prince Charming meets Greek god." You nudge him in the side with your elbow. "C'mon, Marx, be serious." "I was!" You look at him pointedly and he sighs. "Fine. Let's see... blond hair, blue eyes, my skin's kinda pale -" "How Aryan of you," you joke. Now it's his turn to nudge you. "Yes, I'm Hitler's wet dream; now, are you gonna let me continue?" You bite your tongue and nod. "Um... my eyebrows are kinda thick and uneven; I know because my sisters never let me forget it. Oh, my nose is pretty weird." You wait for him to continue but he doesn't. "Weird how?" "I don't know," he laughs, shrugging his shoulders. "I've never had to describe a nose before; it's just a weird shape." You nod, unable to suppress a smile. "Okay, I think I've got a clear picture now." "And? I'm super handsome right?" "Sure, Baxter." "I know you're just saying that to placate me but I'm going to pretend like you mean it."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What was it like in the military?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-family-military'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Have you ever used your mod?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-mod'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"How did you lose your leg?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-leg'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Will you tell me about your family?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-family'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Did you ever think this would be our life?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 3-military-life'>><</link>></center> </div>

Your conversation comes to a sudden halt when you reach a T-junction, the foretold pharmacy staring at you from it's place on the other side of the road. "Bingo!" Baxter snaps his fingers before turning to face you. "Is it empty?" You look away from him and towards the building in question. Upon seeing no one, you nod. "Complete ghost town." "What are we waiting for then?" He claps you on back and starts for the pharmacy but despite his confidence, you hesitate. There's something about this area that makes you nervous, but you can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. You shake off the feeling and follow after him. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 5">><</button>></center>

"Place is all boarded up," he says, clicking his tongue. "I had a feeling it would be like this." He props his gun up against the wall before pulling off his backpack. you watch curiously as he rummages through the contents before he pulls out a small, circular bomb. He looks up at you then and waves his hand. "Step back a bit, will you?" You do as told, taking one extra step for good measure, and he attaches the bomb to the door, pressing it's detonator before grabbing his gun and bag, and running to join you. The explosion isn't very big but it's enough to blow the door of its hinges, as well as draw any humans or Androids that may be nearby. "Felix has got to teach how he makes those," he says as he stares at the now open entrance of the pharmacy. He then tugs on your arm, voicing your exact thoughts before you can. "We should be quick; who knows who else heard that." He pauses as you glance at each other. "Or what." <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 6">><</button>></center>

Baxter laughs ecstatically as you enter. "Jackpot!" Being able to only see the metal shelves, you have to take his word for it. "Let's just get what we need and go," you say as you push him towards the nearest shelf. You follow him around the pharmacy, holding his bag open for him as he tosses in everything your father needs. Eventually the list comes to an end and he turns around to face you. "We should probably take a few other things," he says. "How much space do you have in your bag?" "Not a lot," you answer truthfully. "Whatever else we take, we have to choose carefully." He nods and turns back to the shelves, examining the contents before stating your options aloud. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 7'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 7'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 7'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 7'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 8'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 8'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 8'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 8'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 8'>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 8'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $epipen is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">An epipen</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 9'>><<set $epipen to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 9'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 9'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antibiotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antibiotics</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antibiotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Cream</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antiseptic to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antipsychotics is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antipsychotics</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 9'>><<set $antipsychotics to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

After placing the final item in your bag and pulling the zip closed, you look up to find Baxter staring at something on the other side of the pharmacy. Standing up, you follow his eyeline and see only the counter and metal rack. Before you can ask him about though, he's walking away from you towards it. You heave a sigh and follow him. "What is it?" you ask as you come to a stop beside him. You can see the vague outlines of a box and books on the rack but you don't know anything more than that. "Chocolate bars, magazines and puzzle books," he replies, beaming, though it's obvious he's really only excited about the chocolate bars.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a puzzle book</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 10-1'>><<set $puzzles to true>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion on ''Baxter''.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a few chocolate bars</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 10-3'>><<set $puzzles to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

"Really?" He asks, his tone disbelieving as he picks up the book and flicks throught he pages. "How will you complete the puzzles?" You shrug. "Felix can help me," you say and reach out to take the book from him. "It's not specifically for me, though. Anyone of us can use it to pass the time." He nods his head though he remains silent and you take your bag off your shoulders to slip the book inside. You're just beginning to pull the zipper closed when Baxter grabs your arm and pulls both of you to the ground. You glare up at him, ready to question him, but he doesn't give you the chance as he takes hold of your chin and turns your head towards the front of the pharmacy. Through the shelves, you can see the metallic frame of an Android standing in the doorway and your irritation with Baxter dissipates immediately. It turns its head, scanning the pharmacy and you know for a fact that it's searching for you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

He moves with barely contained glee and reaches for two chocolate bars, handing you one. He tears off the wrapper and sits on the floor, his back pressed to the counter and you join him. Taking a bite of your own, you're pleasantly surprised to find coconut flakes in the centre. The chocolate itself is slightly stale but it's a lot better than nothing. Baxter hums happily. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply, smiling at him and you eat together in silence. It feels comfortable like this, like everything is okay. And maybe it is. Maybe things will start to look better after a while but you just want to enjoy it now. The quietness between you, the feeling of being close to someone, isn't something you've experienced often these last months and when it happens, you can't help but want to let it linger. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you joke. "They'll be mad we didn't bring any extras." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger. You crumble up your own wrapper and turn to toss it across the aisle when you stop. Through the shelves, you can see the metallic frame of an Android standing in the doorway and you quickly throw an arm outward to stop Baxter from standing up. You glance at him, shaking your head, and mouth the word //'Android'//, before looking back at it. It turns its head, scanning the pharmacy and you know for a fact that it's searching for you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

He moves with barely contained glee and reaches for two chocolate bars, handing you one. He tears off the wrapper and sits on the floor, his back pressed to the counter and you join him. Taking a bite of your own, you're pleasantly surprised to find coconut flakes in the centre. The chocolate itself is slightly stale but it's a lot better than nothing. Baxter hums happily. "These were always my favourite as a kid." "Cheers," you reply, though there's no conviction in your voice and you eat together in silence. He finishes his candy bar first, balling up the wrapper and tossing it across the aisle like an amateur basketball player. "Thanks for that," he says. "Really. For a moment there, I felt like a normal person again." "Don't tell the others," you say. "They'll be mad we didn't bring any extras." "Cross my heart," he laughs, literally tracing a cross over his heart with his index finger. You crumble up your own wrapper and turn to toss it across the aisle when you stop. Through the shelves, you can see the metallic frame of an Android standing in the doorway and you quickly throw an arm outward to stop Baxter from standing up. You glance at him, shaking your head, and mouth the word //'Android'//, before looking back at it. It turns its head, scanning the pharmacy and you know for a fact that it's searching for you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 11">><</button>></center>

Baxter catches your attention when he whispers to you. "Are there more outside?" A quick turn of your head tells you that there are, in fact, dozens of Androids outside, searching the surrounding stores and patrolling the street. They know you're here and with your luck, more are on their way. You have to get out of here now. You nod your head and he sighs before looking away from you as you both begin to figure out your escape. You can really only come up with two options: try to fight your way out through the front or attempt to find another way.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go out the front</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Find another way out</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>Perhaps it's not the best move, but what other choice do you have? You have no idea if there's another way out and even if you took the time to look, there could be even more Androids on their way as you speak. At least this way, you're not surrounded yet. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You take a deep breath and nock an arrow into your bow.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You take a deep breath and load a bolt into your crossbow.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You take a deep breath and cock each of your handguns.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You take a deep breath and cock your rifle.<</if>> Baxter watches you and when you nod towards the door, he sighs but follows suit with his own weapon. And with that, he stands up, his rifle aimed at the Android, and takes the shot. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 12-1">><</button>></center>

Baxter's already halfway to the door before you even stand up. He's so quick that sometimes it surprises you. You jump to your feet and hurry after him, as the surrounding Androids outside turn their attention to the pharmacy. He glances at you over his shoulder as you stop just before the door. "Hope your aim is true, $name," he says before heading outside. The sound of gunfire rips through the air and you feel something inside you clench in fear. Baxter doesn't hesitate, aiming between their eyes and sparing no more than one bullet per body. You do your best to keep up behind him, firing whenever you see an opportunity, but there are too many to keep up with. He positions himself in front of you, doing his best to shield you from the bullets flying. "Fall back," he yells and you're left slightly confused by what you're supposed to do. Trusting him to cover you, you turn around and look for some place you can go. You need to get out of this open space and the only way you can think of to do that is to go around the back. Glancing over your shoulder, you see him following behind you, though he doesn't stop shooting. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 12-2">><</button>></center>

You end up behind the pharmacy, Baxter pressing his back to the wall. He's breathing heavy and when you glance at him, you see a bullet lodged in his shoulder. Your eyes widen as you move to his side but he waves you off. "I'm fine," he tells you. "But if we want to get out of here alive, we need another plan." The words have just barely left his mouth when the gunfire begins again and he ducks down behind the rubble that shields you both. He pulls his gun towards him and checks the magazine before cursing quietly. "I'm out." <<if $weapon is "bow">>Checking your quiver, you still have a few arrows left but it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>Checking your quiver, you still have a few bolts left but it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>Checking the magazines of each gun, you still have a few bullets left but it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>Checking the magazine, you still have a few bullets left but it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>>He looks at you then as if hoping you have an answer but you focus instead on putting pressure against his wound. His blood is warm against your skin but you try your best not to think about it. You sit together for a moment, wasting time as your try to come up with some kind of plan. You're just about to give up when you hear him sigh heavily. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 12-3">><</button>></center>

After a long moment, he looks at you and you raise an eyebrow at him, confused. "What -" "$name," he says, interrupting you. "You need to get up on the roof." He gestures to the rubble behind you piled high enough to climb up to the roof and you look back at him just as you realise what he's going to do. He's going to use his mod to give you the chance to escape. He’s going to sacrifice himself for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-4-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_mod is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What about everything you said about using your mod?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_baxter to true>>"You have to," he says, his voice becoming strained with emotion. When you open your mouth to argue, he cuts you off. "I'm not going to be the reason you get captured. You mean too much for that to happen." "What happened to no man left behind?" "$name, don't make this harder than it has to be." You heave a sigh but nod your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave him behind, nor do you want to be the reason //he// gets captured but he's right and his mind is already made up. He's already pushing you towards the rubble but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-5-3'>><</link>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_baxter to true>><<if $baxter_mod is true>>He sighs again. "I'm willing to risk it if it means you have a chance to escape."<</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>>He sighs again. "As sure as the sky is blue, $name.<</if>> You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and he stares at you for a long moment before he's pushing you towards the rubble but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 12-5-3'>><</link>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_bax to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab his shoulders before pulling him towards you. He's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing your lips to his. <<if $bax_rom >= 50>>For a brief second, he freezes but then he's kissing you back, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hands wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you feel like you're drowning in his kisses. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as he pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," he says breathlessly. "Get off the ground." "Don't die," you tell him. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $bax_rom < 50>>For a brief second, he freezes and you allow yourself to get your hopes up, but then he pulls away. "You have to go," he says quietly, looking away from you. "Get off the ground." There are so many things you want to say to him but none of them makes their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, he steps away and gestures again to the rubble.<</if>> Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of orange electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion ''Baxter''.">>After a moment, he raises his free hand and gently pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." "Don't die," you tell him. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the rubble, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>After a moment, he raises his hands and pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "Get off the ground." You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly, there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the rubble as he takes a few steps away from you.<</if>> Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of orange electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the rubble as he takes a few steps away from you. Without looking back, you climb up the rubble as fast as you can and you're almost out of breath by the time you reach the roof. The next building over is close enough that you'd be able to make the jump if you get a running start but just as you're making your way over, you're thrown off your feet by an explosion of orange electricity coming from Baxter. It crackles and hisses in the air, and you can feel the heat of it even from halfway across the roof, but as fascinating as it is to watch, you pull yourself back up and run for the edge. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>It's too dangerous to go out through the front; even with your respective abilities, it's too risky. This your best chance of survival. And Baxter seems to agree as he begins to search for another way out as well. You glance over your shoulder and see through the counter that there's a door behind it that leads to a passageway. The passage is lined with doors that open to rooms without any exit but right at the end is a staircase that leads to the basement. You glance down at the floor but it's too dark for you to make anything out. But it's still your best bet. Tapping Baxter on the arm, you get his attention and tilt your head back towards the counter. Without any hesitation, he gives you a sharp nod before crawling around the counter to the door, waving you after him. He pulls himself up against the door, turning the handle as quietly as he can. The door creaks softly as he pushes it open and you quickly enter after him, not wanting to draw any attention to you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 13-1">><</button>></center>

Once inside, you shut the door behind you and upon seeing the mutliple doors the line the passage, he looks back to you for the answer. "The one at the end," you say, nodding towards and he hurries over to pull the door open. Faced with the staircase, he clears his throat before looking over at you. "Shall we?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"You first.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Ignore him and go downstairs</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-2-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 5, 0, 100), $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100)>>He scoffs and raises his gun. "Gladly," he says, the smile evident in his voice, before beginning the descent down the steps. You throw a glance over your shoulder at the door that leads to the storefront. You hope that there's some kind of way out down there; already there are more Androids entering the pharmacy. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you realise it's a storage room of sorts. Cardboard boxes, both opened and unopened, are scattered around the room and stacked on metal shelves. The room itself is almost as big as the pharmacy upstairs and you're forced to walk through the shelves to get a full scope of the room. Baxter seems surprisingly calm as he focuses all of his attention on the task at hand. Baxter suddenly stops you with an outstretched arm and you turn your eyes forwards again to find another door in front of you. It's too dark for you to see what lies beyond but then he reaches for the handle and pulls the door open, revealing a tunnel that tapers off into the darkness. "Think it leads to the next building over?" "It's possible," you say but your voice gives away your doubts. The sound of heavy footsteps above you distracts from the tunnel momentarily and you glance up to see more than a dozen Androids above you. //We're out of time.// <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 13-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100)>>Ignoring Baxter, you step past him and begin the descent down the steps. You hope that there's some kind of way out down there; already there are more Androids entering the pharmacy. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you realise it's a storage room of sorts. Cardboard boxes, both opened and unopened, are scattered around the room and stacked on metal shelves. The room itself is almost as big as the pharmacy upstairs and you're forced to walk through the shelves to get a full scope of the room. Baxter seems surprisingly calm as he focuses all of his attention on the task at hand. Baxter suddenly stops you with an outstretched arm and you turn your eyes forwards again to find another door in front of you. It's too dark for you to see what lies beyond but then he reaches for the handle and pulls the door open, revealing a tunnel that tapers off into the darkness. "Think it leads to the next building over?" "It's possible," you say but your voice gives away your doubts. The sound of heavy footsteps above you distracts from the tunnel momentarily and you glance up to see more than a dozen Androids above you. //We're out of time.// <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 13-3">><</button>></center>

Wrapping his free hand around your upper arm, Baxter pushes you towards the tunnel. "Take the tunnel," he grunts. "It's your only chance of getting out of here alive." You wrestle your arm out of his grip before shooting him an incredulous look. "You're not coming with me?" "No," he replies. "But I'm sure as hell gonna try keep you alive, $name." It takes you too long to realise that he's serious and your stomach drops. This it; he's going to sacrifice for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-4-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $baxter_mod is true>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"What about everything you said about using your mod?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-4-2'>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_baxter to true>>"You have to," he says, his voice becoming strained with emotion. When you open your mouth to argue, he cuts you off. "I'm not going to be the reason you get captured. You mean too much for that to happen." "What happened to no man left behind?" "Dammit, $name! Don't make this harder than it has to be." You heave a sigh but nod your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave him behind, nor do you want to be the reason //he// gets captured but he's right and his mind is already made up. He's already pushing you further into the tunnel but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-5-3'>><</link>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_baxter to true>><<if $baxter_mod is true>>He sighs again. "I'm willing to risk it if it means you have a chance to escape."<</if>><<if $baxter_mod is false>>He sighs again. "As sure as the sky is blue, $name.<</if>> You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and he stares at you for a long moment before he's pushing you further into the tunnel but this could potentially be the last time you see him and you have no idea what to say to him.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss him 🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-5-1'>><<set $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug him</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv 1-baxter 13-5-3'>><</link>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_bax to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab his shoulders before pulling him towards you. He's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing you lips to his. <<if $bax_rom >= 50>>For a brief second, he freezes but then he's kissing you back, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hands wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you feel like you're drowning in his kisses. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as he pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," he says breathlessly. "As fast as you can." "Don't die," you tell him. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $bax_rom < 50>>For a brief second, he freezes and you allow yourself to get your hopes up, but then he pulls away. "You have to go," he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. "As fast as you can." There are so many things you want to say to him but none of them makes their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, he steps away and gestures again to the tunnel.<</if>> After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. <<if $baxter_relationship is "You trust ''Baxter'' completely and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with him.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You consider yourself friends with ''Baxter''.">>With no hesitation, he hugs you back, just as tight. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." It's strange to hear his voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell him. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't have an opinion ''Baxter''.">>After a moment, he raises his free hand and gently pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." "Don't die," you tell him. "I wouldn't dream of it." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other before he's moving away from you. He gestures again to the tunnel, his smile fading slightly.<</if>><<if $baxter_relationship is "You don't trust ''Baxter'', nor do you like him all that much.">>After a moment, he raises his hands and pulls your arms away from him. "You have to go," he says eventually. "As fast as you can." You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly, there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the tunnel as he takes a few steps away from you.<</if>> After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to him; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Baxter has made his choice and now you have to make yours. He gestures again to the tunnel as he takes a few steps away from you. After a moment's hesitation, he slams the door closed and a second later, a loud crash sounds from the other side. He's pulled one of the metal shelves down in front of the door, effectively sealing you in the complete darkness of the tunnel. With no other choice, you turn around and take off running, keeping your hand pressed firmly against the wall at all times. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 15">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the pharmacy as you can - hopping between four more rooftops in total - before you finally climb back down to the ground. And even then, you keep on running. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Baxter; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to changed, the sun sinking down to the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; dead bodies buried beneath piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 16">><</button>></center>

When you've put some distance between you and the pharmacy, you begin to slow down. The tunnel is full of twists and turns, and you really don't want to get lost down here because you weren't paying attention. The bricks on the wall scratch your hands but you don't let them go. All that matters for now is that you're still alive. For now. Finally, //eventually//, your hands connect with a door and you almost cry out in relief. Pushing the door open, you find yourself in yet another storage room, though the layout differs slightly from the one at the pharmacy. You waste no time in finding the staircase and soon you're upstairs in what used to be a retail clothing store. Clothes laying the discarded and torn up on the floor, the shelves and racks in disarray, and the storefront windows shattered. Once outside, you realise you're at the end of the street and you catch a glimpse of Androids in the other direction. It's only a matter of time before they come this way and that's all the motivation you need to take off running. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 15-1">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the pharmacy as you can. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Baxter; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to changed, the sun sinking down to the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; dead bodies buried beneath piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 16">><</button>></center>

You duck inside and begin to walk through each room downstairs. A large kitchen with a bar and island counter, the cupboards standing open and barren. A dining room with a mahogany table and eight surrounding chairs. A study with a hand-carved wooden desk and four packed bookshelves packed to the brim with books covered in dust. Each room is connected by archways instead of doors, giving you an almost full view of the next room while standing in another. It's a nice house, despite the still air and distinct lack of its previous hosts. When you get to the living room, however, you stop dead in your tracks. You weren't sure of it earlier, but now that you've moved further into the house, it's undeniable; you can hear a distinct beeping coming from somewhere. Frowning, you turn on your feet, frantically searching for the source. Not the fireplace, the mantle, the couches or the coffee table. Slowly, regretfully, you stop. It's not coming from anywhere in the living room, so where... You turn around to face the archway that leads out into the entryway. From your position, you can clearly see the front door which remains open. You drop your gaze to the bottom of the door and just as the beeping begins to speed up, your eyes widen the two small devices connected to the base of the wall, each with a small blinking green light. You've just barely thrown your arms over your head and half turned your body when the bomb goes off. <center><<button "Next" "interlude - baxter">><</button>></center>

<<set $go_with_rae to true>>The four of you had been together not so long ago until you reached a cross-section and decided to split up to save time. You chose to go with Rae and after promising to meet back at the cross-section in an hour - no excuses - you set off. She looks at you briefly before quickly looking away and you take a deep breath before moving closer to her. "You're quiet," you state. "So?" She counters. "Are you okay?" She looks at you, but again only for a moment, before she looks down at the ground, her hands tightening around her gun. "Dakota could lose her leg and we could die out here, so no, $name; I'm not okay." You heave a sigh. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Yeah... me neither.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I prefer to look on the bright side.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 1-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"But we have to keep moving, right?" She shrugs, taking a deep breath. "We don't exactly have a choice." "No, but we have each other." You've stopped walking and you can't help but will her to look at you. Not as Dakota's younger sibling, not as the 'chosen one', but just as $name. "Yeah," she says softly, eventually. "I guess we do." She holds eye contact for a long moment before she's walking again and you have to force your legs to move again long after she does. Though there's no malice in her voice or words, there's an uneasiness that seems to roll off her in waves. Catching up to her, you glance between her and the road before asking the question that makes you feel just as uneasy. "Are you upset that I chose to come with you?" You hold your breath as you wait for her response and the dreaded //'yes'//. Perhaps you really are just Dakota's younger sibling after all. "No," she says slowly and that surprises you even if it shouldn't. She pauses and you can tell it's because she's trying to figure out the right words to say. "I guess I'm just curious about why." //Why.// You suppose that is a good question but you're unsure of whether the answer is just as good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like you.\"🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I like spending time with you.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 2-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Self Preservation.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 2-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I don\'t like Baxter.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 2-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She scoffs. "Oh, yeah? And what's that?" "Well, for one; we might actually get the supplies we need." She glances you but doesn't push you on the issue. "Is that it?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"...Pretty much, yeah.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 1-2-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Of course not.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 1-2-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"But-" you say, stopping her before she can make whatever sarcastic comment you're sure she's about to come up with. "Give me time and I'm sure I can come up with more." She regards for you a moment. "Are you at least going to think in silence?" You give her a smile before replying. "I can certainly try but I make no promises." "Lucky me," she says, though there's no annoyance behind her words. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

Her silence urges you to continue and to please her, you do; "We get to spend time together." She snorts and quickly raises a hand to cover her mouth. "I'm not sure I'd call this a prime bonding experience." "Really?" you say. "I would." "Why?" You shrug your shoulders before flashing her smile. "Because I can get to know you more, you know? Without the influence of the others." She looks away from you and at the road ahead. For a moment, you're afraid she won't reply but after a beat of silence, she proves you wrong. "What's there to know?" She mutters as she surveys your surroundings. "That's what I want to find out," you reply. "Maybe you'll get a chance," she answers eventually, though she doesn't sound too hopeful. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 20, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 20, 0, 100), $bax_rom to Math.clamp($bax_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>>>"That's not funny," she says. You stifle a laugh as you look at her. "It's not a joke." She suddenly stops, confusion replacing her annoyance. "But you don't know me." "I want to, though." This only seems to confuse her more and you can't stop yourself from laughing any longer. "Why? There's no point. We're all gonna die soon anyway." "That's the //entire// point, Rae." You gesture for you to continue walking and after a moment, she reluctantly joins you. "If we //do// die sometime soon, don't you want to go out knowing that you had someone?" Her scepticism is palpable. "And that someone is supposed to be you?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can be.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 2-1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"...Maybe.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 2-1-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I don\'t know.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 2-1-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 10, 0, 100), $genuine to Math.clamp($genuine + 10, 0, 100)>>"Why?" she asks. "Because you're my sisters best friend?" you laugh. She scoffs and it's clear that you've said the wrong thing. "That means nothing in the grand scheme of things." "What do you mean?" She shrugs, putting on a facade of not really understanding but you know she understands perfectly. "It's just... sometimes I feel like the only reason I'm part of the group is because of my friendship with Kota or because of what I can do; not because any of you actually like me." "That's not true," you say as you frown at her because it //isn't// true, not for me at least. "It is," she scoffs again. "You just said so yourself; you like me because I'm Dakota's best friend." You place your hand on her upper arm, pulling her to a stop and forcing her to look at you in your eyes. "It's not true, Rae," you repeat, speaking slowly to make sure she catches every word. "That's not the only reason I like you." She sighs and pulls her arm out of your grasp before taking a step away from you. "Maybe not," she starts before pausing and you dread the words she says next. "It's the only one that matters though." <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 2-2-1">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100)>>"Of course," she says, her words bitter. "Because that's all I'm good for, right? Playing the role of bodyguard?" You bite your tongue because you know that's exactly why you came with her. She's a good fighter, both with her mod and a weapon, and with the target specifically painted on your back, she's the right choice to have next to you if you get attacked. She glances at you, looking for the answer you won't say out loud. Eventually she looks away, dissatisfied with what she found. "You know, for a moment there; I actually thought you cared about me, $name," she starts and you're surprised that instead of angry, she just sounds sad. "But you've made it crystal clear that you don't." You open your mouth to say something, //anything//, in response when she cuts you off with a raised hand. "Don't bother, nothing you could possibly say can undo what just happened." She pulls her hand back and looks at the road once more. The silence builds between you like brick and mortar and as you finally manage to wrap your head around the last few minutes, you can't deny the feeling that you've made an irredeemable, irreversible mistake. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 5, 0, 100)>>"What, so I'm just the best of a bad bunch?" You roll your eyes at her. "I didn't say that, Rae." "You may as well have," she says. "You know, for a moment there; I actually thought you cared about me, $name. But you've made it crystal clear that you don't." You open your mouth to say something, //anything//, in response when she cuts you off with a raised hand. "Don't bother, nothing you could possibly say can undo what just happened." She pulls her hand back and looks at the road once more. The silence builds between you like brick and mortar and as you finally manage to wrap your head around the last few minutes, you can't deny the feeling that you've made an irredeemable, irreversible mistake. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

The silence stretches infinitely between you and you find yourself desparate for a break; although, knowing Rae as much as you do, you're going to have to be the one to break it. You clear your throat. "I'm sorry, Rae." "Don't apologise," she mutters. "You haven't done anything wrong." //Okay,// you think. //Not at all where I thought this was gonna go.// "I've clearly upset you," you reply. "It doesn't matter anymore," she says, cutting you off. "What's done is done; we don't have to keep talking about it." You resist the urge to roll your eyes and sigh instead. "What if I want to talk about it?" you question. "What if I don't?" She counters. You look at each other for a long moment and the silence that spans between you seems to be the final nail in coffin. This conversation is over, whether you want it to be or not. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

You don't know where the confidence comes from to say these things but they're out there now and since there's no taking them back, you can only plow forward. "If you want it to." She stares at you for a long moment and just when you begin to fear that you've said the wrong thing, she replies. "Yeah," she says, breathless, and youo can hear the smile in her voice. "Maybe I do." She leaves it that but it doesn't matter. Because 'maybe' is better than no, 'maybe' is good enough and 'maybe' puts a bright smile on your face. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

You don't where the confidence came from to initally tell Rae that you like her but it's long gone now. So much so that you can only vaguely insinuate that yes, you want it to be you. She stares at you for a long moment and just when you begin to fear that you've said the wrong thing, she replies. "Maybe," she agrees with a slow nod of her head and you can hear the smile in her voice. She leaves it that but if her current thoughts are anything to go by, maybe is good. //Maybe is very good.// <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

You don't where the confidence came from to initally tell Rae that you like her but it's long gone now. So much so that you take back the confession as a whole in a way. Her shoulders sag in disappointment and she stares at you for a long moment before turning away. Maybe it's better this way, keeping her both close and at a distance, but only time will tell. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 3">><</button>></center>

You've lost track of how long the two of you have been out here, weaving your way through the wreckage until you finally come across the holy grail you've been looking for. She slows to a stop beside you. "Is that what I think it is?" "Yep," you say, popping the 'p'. //A shopping mall - or rather, the skeleton of one from your view.// "Think it has what we need?" She shrugs. "Only one way to find out. Is it empty?" A quick look tells you that it is but then again, you can only see so far. You nod anyway. There's something about this area that makes you nervous, but you can't pinpoint why. It's too quiet, too empty; there's no hint of life here at all, which makes it all the worse. Something feels wrong, almost too off-putting to be true. She looks at you for a moment before setting off for the entrance, not waiting for you to go on or even follow. You take off after her, broken glass crunching under your boots. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 4">><</button>></center>

For reasons you can't fathom, the shopping mall still has electricity and the entrance's glass doors slide open as soon as you step up to them. A chill runs down your spine; you don't think anything could feel like this place does, cold and empty and so unlike everything it used to be. Rae doesn't hesitate to enter first, though you pause just to get your bearings. The automatic doors shut behind you, sealing you away from the rest of the world. The overhead lights flicker and struggle to stay on, but it's enough to be able to see and weave around discarded shopping bags and dead bodies. The eerie ambience doesn't fade as you walk, instead only increasing as time goes on. There isn't a store you pass that hasn't been picked clean. Every once in a while you pass a body lying faceup, but you do your best to avoid looking at faces. Eventually, you come to a store that looks reasonably untouched, though you've long learnt that looks can be deceiving. Rae arches an eyebrow up at you before gesturing to the door. "After you."<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t tell me you\'re scared, Rae.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 5-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Why do I have to go in first?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Nuh uh, no way.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 5-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Enter the store</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 5-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She exhales loudly. "Absolutely terrified, $name," she deadpans. "I'm shaking in my boots." "Your sarcasm doesn't fool me, Calvert." You nudge her with your elbow. "It's okay to admit when you're afraid." She looks at you for a long moment and you imagine she's running through all the snide comments she could possibly make before ultimately dismissing them all. "Fine," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. Rae tells you it's a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with what you assume are first aid kits, judging from the outline, and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

"Oh, silly me for thinking you'd want to," she deadpans. "It's only your sister we need to get supplies for." Frowning at her, you cross your arms over your chest. "I know why we're out here, Rae," you say softly. "You don't have to be a bitch about it." "Let's just get this over with," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. Rae tells you it's a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with what you assume are first aid kits, judging from the outline, and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>"Seriously?" She questions, her tone demanding. "You know it's empty." You drop your eyes to the ground to avoid looking directly at her. "It's creepy," you say softly after a moment. She looks at you for a long moment and you imagine she's running through all the snide comments she could possibly make before ultimately dismissing them all. "Fine," she grumbles before pushing past you to enter the store. "After //me//." The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. Rae tells you it's a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with what you assume are first aid kits, judging from the outline, and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>The air inside is hot and stale from the lack of airflow and the heat radiating from the floor, but the shelves are relatively packed and that's more than you could have hoped for. Rae tells you it's a camping store. Before you left, your father wrote out a list of everything he needed to help Dakota but looking around, it's not likely that you'll find any of it here. Still, Rae wanders off without hesitation. You follow suit and turn your focus to the other half of the store where the sign //'HEALTH & SAFETY'// on the opposing wall catches your eye. There the shelves are stocked with what you assume are first aid kits, judging from the outline, and you grab one. The kits are too big to fit in either of your bags but some of the items inside may be useful down the line. You just have to choose wisely. <center>''[The items you choose will affect how certain situations play out in the story, but you may only choose three.]''</center><div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 6'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 7'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 7'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 7'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 7'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 7'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

<div class="choices"> <<if $pain_killers is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pain killers</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 8'>><<set $pain_killers to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $antiseptic_wipes is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Antiseptic Wipes</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 8'>><<set $antiseptic_wipes to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $bandages is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Bandages</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 8'>><<set $bandages to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $tourniquet is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Tourniquet</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 8'>><<set $tourniquet to true>><</link>></center><</if>> <<if $blanket is false>><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Emergency blanket</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 8'>><<set $blanket to true>><</link>></center><</if>> </div>

You're just closing your bag when Rae calls out for you. You turn around to face her and your eyes immediately latch onto the hunting knife in her hand, almost as large as her forearm. "Pretty cool, huh?" She says as she tosses the knife in the air, flipping it, and catching it in the other hand.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"That\'s hot.\"🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 9-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"That\'s, um... wow.\"🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 9-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are there more?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 9-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Roll your eyes</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 9-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>She laughs before doing it again. She then looks back at the display of knives behind her. "I wonder if I'm still able to juggle." You snort as you walk toward her, slinging your bag back over your shoulders. "Maybe figure that out another day," you offer. "You know, when we're not running the risk of dying." "Didn't know you were so boring," she grumbles. She slides the knife into its holster and straps it to her thigh before glancing up at you. "Are you gonna take one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>She chuckles softly before doing it again. She then looks back at the display of knives behind her. "I wonder if I'm still able to juggle." You chuckle softly as you walk toward her, slinging your bag back over your shoulders. "Maybe figure that out another day," you offer. "You know, when we're not running the risk of dying." "Didn't know you were so boring," she grumbles. She slides the knife into its holster and straps it to her thigh before glancing up at you. "Are you gonna take one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She nods as you walk over. "Yeah, you want one?" <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She seems to project her annoyance towards you even more than usual, which is saying a lot for her, but it's an annoyance you share. You're not in the mood for whatever she's getting at and the feeling of unease you felt earlier has only grown. You need to get all that you came for and get out //now//. She heaves a sigh and beckons you closer. "Do you want one?" She asks, punctuating each word to prove just how much she doesn't want to help you. She then gestures with the knife to the display behind her. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of arrows. "There's also a hunting section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to hunting equipment stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bolts. "There's also an artillery section," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to artillery stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands. <</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You look over the knife display and shrug. It might come in handy when you eventually run out of bullets. "There's also a gun counter," she continues as if suddenly able to read your thoughts. She nods toward the far corner of the store. Looking away from the knives, you follow her eye line to the back of the store where an entire section devoted to guns stands.<</if>><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Take a hunting knife</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-1'>><</link>></center> <<if $weapon is "bow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the hunting section</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-2'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">><center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go to the gun counter</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-3'>><</link>></center><</if>> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Don\'t take a weapon</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 10-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 5, 0, 100)>>You shake your head as you straighten up. "I think I'll be okay." Rae grumbles but holds her tongue. It doesn't matter what she thinks though, you're allowed to be confident in your abilities. You're just turning towards her, ready to tell her as much when her fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth and turns your head towards the front of the store. Through the shelves, you can see the metallic frame of an Android standing in the doorway and your irritation with Rae dissipates immediately. It turns its head, scanning the pharmacy and you know for a fact that it's searching for you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $extra_ammo to true>>Guns hang on hooks on the wall, varying from hunting rifles to handguns, and a glass counter just in front of it that houses the bullets. You quickly scan the boxes of bullets in search of the ones you need before rounding the counter to access the hatch, Rae following close behind you. You pull your bag off your back once more and grab the bullets, tossing them inside and effectively filling the last of the remaining space. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth and turns your head towards the front of the store. Through the shelves, you can see the metallic frame of an Android standing in the doorway and your irritation with Rae dissipates immediately. It turns its head, scanning the pharmacy and you know for a fact that it's searching for you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $extra_ammo to true>>A variety of hunting equipment decorates the wall and shelves of this corner, from bows and throwing axes to bear traps. But you're not interested in the weapons, just the ammunition. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You quickly scan the selection of arrows in search of the ones you need before grabbing as many as you'll be able to carry, Rae following close behind you. You pull your quiver off your back and fill the remaining space with arrows. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth and turns your head towards the front of the pharmacy. Through the shelves, you can see the metallic frame of an Android standing in the doorway and your irritation with her dissipates immediately..<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You quickly scan the selection of bolts in search of the ones you need before grabbing as many as you'll be able to carry, Rae following close behind you. You pull your quiver off your back and fill the remaining space with bolts. Before you stand back up, however, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth and turns your head towards the front of the pharmacy. Through the shelves, you can see the metallic frame of an Android standing in the doorway and your irritation with her dissipates immediately.<</if>> It turns its head, scanning the pharmacy and you know for a fact that it's searching for you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 5, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $knife to true>>Once more following her lead, you randomly choose a knife and test the weight of it in your hand. The handle is solid with ridges underneath so that you can get a firm grip on it and as you bring your arm upward, it cuts clean through the air. After another moment of examining it, you nod, pleased with it, and grab the holster. As you're strapping the knife to your thigh, Rae's fingers wrap around your arm and she's pulling you to the ground. And before you can ask why, she claps a hand over your mouth and turns your head towards the front of the store. Through the shelves, you can see the metallic frame of an Android standing in the doorway and your irritation with Rae dissipates immediately. It turns its head, scanning the pharmacy and you know for a fact that it's searching for you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 11">><</button>></center>

Rae catches your attention when she whispers in your ear. "Are there more?" A quick turn of your head tells you that there are, in fact, dozens of Androids outside, searching the surrounding stores. They know you're here and with your luck, more are on their way. You have to get out of here now. You nod your head and she curses quietly while you move on to figuring out your escape. You can really only come up with two options: try to fight your way out through the front or attempt to find another way.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Go out the front</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Find another way out</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>Perhaps it's not the best move, but what other choice do you have? You have no idea if there's another way out and even if you took the time to look, there could be even more Androids on their way as you speak. At least this way, you're not surrounded yet. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You take a deep breath and nock an arrow into your bow.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You take a deep breath and load a bolt into your crossbow.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You take a deep breath and cock each of your handguns.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You take a deep breath and cock your rifle.<</if>> Rae watches you curiously and when you nod towards the door, she sighs but follows suit with her own weapon. And with that, she stands up, her rifle aimed at the Android, and takes the shot. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 12-1">><</button>></center>

You've barely made it two steps out of the camping store, however, when you're stopped by another Android. Without any hesitation, Rae shoots it in the head and that's all it takes for the surrounding Androids to turn to you, weapons raised. The sound of gunfire rips through the air and you feel something inside you clench in fear. Rae shoots with accuracy, sparing no more than one bullet per body. You do your best to keep up behind her, firing whenever you see an opportunity, but there are too many to keep up with. You duck behind a fountain, bullets ricocheting off the marble, and attempt to catch your breath. Pressed against you, you realise Rae is shaking slightly and when you look at her properly, you see a bullet lodged in her side. You eyes widen but she waves you off. "I'm fine," she grunts. "If you have another plan, now would be the time to tell me." There's a pause in the gunfire and she pulls her gun towards her, checking the magazine. "I'm out." <<if $weapon is "bow">>Checking your quiver, you still have a few arrows left but it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>Checking your quiver, you still have a few bolts left but it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>Checking the magazines of each gun, you still have a few bullets left but it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>Checking the magazine, you still have a few bullets left but it won't be enough to cover you.<</if>>She looks at you then as if hoping you have an answer but you focus instead on putting pressure against her wound. Her blood is warm against your skin but you try your best not to think about it. You sit together for a moment, wasting time as you try to come up with some kind of plan. You're just about to give up when you hear her sharp intake of breath. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 12-2">><</button>></center>

You watch as she rips her bag off her back before rifling through its contents. At last, she pulls out a lighter. You look at her, confused. "What -" "$name," she says, interrupting you. "When I say so, run." Looking between her and lighter, you don't need to ask her why. She's going to use her mod to give you the chance to escape. She's going to sacrifice herself for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12-3-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure about this?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12-3-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_rae to true>>She finally looks at you, her voice stern. "I wasn't asking your permission, $name." When you open your mouth to argue, she cuts you off again. "Look, they don't give a shit about me but if //you're// captured, then it's all over. Do you want that to happen?" You heave a sigh but shake your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave her behind, nor do you want to be the reason she dies but she's right and her mind is already made up. She's already turning away from you; this could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss her🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12-4-1'>><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug her</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12-4-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12-4-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_rae to true>>She finally looks at you, her voice uncertain. "No, but I'm doing it anyway." You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and she stares at you for a long moment before she's turning away from you. This could potentially be the last time you see her and while you're willingly letting her do this for you, you don't how to end this.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Kiss her🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12-4-1'>><<set $rae_rom to Math.clamp($rae_rom + 20, 0, 100)>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Hug her</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12-4-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 12-4-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $kiss_rae to true>>Not giving it a second thought, you throw all caution to the wind and grab her shoulder before turning her to face you. She's barely gotten out the word //'what'// before you're crashing your lips to hers. <<if $rae_rom > 50>>For a brief second, she freezes but then she's kissing you back, her tongue pushing into your mouth, her free hand wrapping around the back of your neck. Your fingers tangle in her hair and you feel like you're drowning in her kisses. The feeling is familiar and comfortable, even if you've never done this before. A sudden wave of longing rolls through you as she pulls away from you to breathe. "You have to go," she says breathlessly. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath. <</if>><<if $rae_rom < 50>>For a brief second, she freezes and you allow yourself to get your hopes up, but then she pulls away. "You have to go," she says quietly, avoiding your eyes. There are so many things you want to say to her but none of them make their way out of your mouth and in the absence of any response from you, she turns away, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>> Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100)>>Before you can change your mind, you throw your arms around her, hugging her tight. <<if $rae_relationship is "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in the possibility of romantic relationship with her.">>Tentatively, she raises her free hand and squeezes your arm. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship to "You like ''Rae'' and are interested in furthering your friendship with her.">>Tentatively, she raises her free hand and squeezes your arm. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship to "You don't have an opinion about ''Rae''.">>After a moment, she raises her free hand and gently pulls your arms away from her. "You have to go," she says eventually. It's strange to hear her voice so soft, so reluctant but you suppose it fits your current situation. "Don't die," you tell her. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. The small flame of the lighter flicks on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>><<if $rae_relationship to "You don't like ''Rae'' and don't want to get to know her any better.">>After a moment, she raises her free hand and pulls your arms away from her. "You have to go," she says eventually. You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath.<</if>> Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "mc 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely, the small flame of the lighter flicking on to life, and she pauses to take a deep breath. Then she tells you to run and you take off as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep running. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 14">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>It's too dangerous to go out through the front; even with your respective abilities, it's too risky. This your best chance of survival. And Rae seems to agree as she begins to search for another way out as well. Behind the till you spot a door that leads to a storage room. There's no extra door that leads out of here that you can see but there is an air vent and that's as good as it's going to get. Tapping Rae on the arm, you get her attention and point to the door. She regards it for a moment before she nods. Without another moment's hesitation, she takes off across the floor, army-crawling her way to the till and you follow suit. After what feels like an eternity, you reach the other side of the till and Rae pulls herself up against the door, turning the handle as quietly as she can. The door creaks softly as she pushes it open and you quickly enter after her, not wanting to draw any attention to you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 13-1">><</button>></center>

Once inside, you shut the door behind you and look around the room for a way to bar it. Cardboard boxes, both opened and unopened, are scattered around the room and stacked on metal shelves. You settle for a shelf and drag it over to the door, cringing at the noise produced by the metal being dragged across the floor. "What now?" Rae questions as he paces the length of the room. "Up there," you say, drawing her attention away from her incessant pacing to the air vent. Wordlessly, she hurries over to the nearest shelve and drags it to the space just below the vent. She quickly climbs up the shelves and reaches for the grille, groaning loudly in frustration when it doesn't budge. "Ugh! I need something to take out the screws or..." she trails off and you raise an eyebrow at her when she looks at you. "Toss me my bag!" <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 13-2">><</button>></center>

You hurry across the room to where she dumped her bag and grab it before throwing it to her. "Whatever your plan is, I suggest you do it fast," you say as she betters her grip on the shelf in order to rifle through the bag. "We don't have long before our friends out there make their way over here." You look over your shoulder to see more and more Androids entering the store; you're running out of time. Finally she pulls a lighter from the bag and you only have a brief moment to wonder where she got it from before she flicks it on. "Might wanna cover your ears, $name," she says, glancing at you. "It's about to get really loud." It doesn't take a genius to realise that she's going to use her mod to melt the grille, but it also means you'll be drawing attention to your position. She watches you as you sigh and nod, covering your ears with your hands. You watch as she uses the lighter to produce a larger fire, aiming it up at the grille as if it were a flame thrower. You can still hear her screams despite pressing your hands harder and harder against your ears, and you can only imagine how loud it truly is. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 13-3">><</button>></center>

It only takes a few minutes for the grille to melt away, dripping down into a puddle of molten liquid metal on the concrete floor, and she's quick to flick the lighter off before jumping down. You drop your hands just as she grabs your arm. "Come on!" She says as she pushes you towards the shelf under the vent and urges you to climb up. You do as you're told and climb the shelves before pulling yourself into the air vent. It's a tighter fit than you expected, your arms pressed somewhat uncomfortably against the sides, and you're forced to crawl backward over the opening to offer your hand down to Rae. She stares up at you for a long moment before slowly shaking her head. "No," she says and you watch in horror as she pushes the shelve over until it crashes to the floor. "What are you doing? We have to get out of here!" "I'm trying to keep you alive, $name!" It takes you too long to realise that she's serious and your stomach drops. This it; she's going to sacrifice for you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No, I\'m not leaving you.\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you sure about this?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless - 5, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful + 5, 0, 100)>><<set $forced_leave_rae to true>>She stares up at you. "I wasn't asking for your permission!" When you open your mouth to argue, she cuts you off again. "Look, they don't give a shit about me but if //you're// captured, then it's all over. Do you want that to happen?" You heave a sigh but shake your head nonetheless. You still don't want to leave her behind, nor do you want to be the reason she dies but she's right and her mind is already made up. She's already turning away from you; this could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t die, please?\"🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13-5-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Be careful, okay?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13-5-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100)>><<set $leave_rae to true>>She sighs, uncertain. "No, but I'm doing it anyway." You take a deep breath before nodding. "Okay," you say and she stares at you for a long moment before she's turning away from you. This could potentially be the last time you see her and you have no idea what to say to her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Don\'t die, please?\"🤍</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13-5-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Be careful, okay?\"</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13-5-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv 1-rae 13-5-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

"I'll try," she says, the smile evident in her voice. You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

She gives you a small nod. "I'll try." You pause, taking one more second to stare at each other, before she's turning away from you. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100)>>You don't have anything more to say to her; honestly there's nothing more //to// say. Rae has made her choice and now you have to make yours. She's turned away from you entirely. Facing the door, she flicks on the lighter once more and takes a deep breath. Then she tells you to go and you begin to crawl through the vent as fast as you can. The sound of roaring fire and Rae's agonising screams fill your ears but you don't turn back. No matter how much you want to, how much your instincts tell you to go back to help her; you just keep moving. You have no idea where you are or where you're going to end up but it no longer matters. At least you can say that you're still alive - for now <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 15">><</button>></center>

By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to changed, the sun sinking down to the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; dead bodies buried beneath piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-baxter 16">><</button>></center>

<<set $vent to true>>The air vent seems to go on endlessly, and even when the sound of roaring fire and Rae's screams fade, you still push on, searching for a way out. The vent is hot and tight, pressing in on you from all sides but you keep going. All that matters for now is that you're still alive. For now. Finally, //eventually//, you come across another vent covering, light pouring in through the slits in the grille. The metal is rusted and feels weak under your fingertips. You take a deep breath as you raise your hands before slamming them down onto the grille, putting as much of your body weight behind the action as you can. It doesn't break away immediately and you're forced to hit it over and over, your hands coming away bloodier each time before the metal crumbles beneath you and you fall out of the vent. You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as your body slams into the concrete below and for a long moment, you just lay there, trying to regain your bearings. When you feel well enough to stand, you realise you're in the parking garage and a glance over your shoulder tells you there are still Androids in the mall. It's only a matter of time before they come this way and that's all the motivation you need to get the hell out of here. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 15-1">><</button>></center>

You try to get as far away from the mall as you can. Despite the burning in your lungs, despite your instincts telling you to turn back and help Rae; you don't stop running. By the time you eventually stop, your legs are numb and you collapse to your knees in exhaustion. You don't know how long you've been running or how far you've run but the sky has begun to changed, the sun sinking down to the horizon. It'll be night soon and you don't want to be caught out in the open in the dark, you'll need to find shelter. You haven't fully caught your breath by the time you get to your feet but taking a look around, you see you've made it to a residential area. A few of the surrounding houses have been blown up; dead bodies buried beneath piles of rubble and broken furniture taking up the spaces they previously occupied. Another result of the war: Androids blowing up buildings and homes, killing any humans that stood in their path, no matter if they were modded or not. Not wanting to be out here longer than you have to, you make your way towards one of the houses still standing. The front door stands wide open but you think nothing of it. Whoever lived here probably left in a hurry - and for good reason clearly. Much like the apartment, the furniture is mostly intact and apart from a broken vase in the entryway, there's no way to tell that this house has stayed standing through a war. <center><<button "Next" "xrv 1-rae 16">><</button>></center>

You duck inside and begin to walk through each room downstairs. A large kitchen with a bar and island counter, the cupboards standing open and barren. A dining room with a mahogany table, gold silk tablecloth stained with spilt red wine and eight surrounding chairs. A study with a hand-carved wooden desk and four packed bookshelves packed to the brim with books covered in dust. Picture frames lining the walls that depict smiling faces and another lifetime. Each room is connected by archways instead of doors, giving you an almost full view of the next room while standing in another. It's a nice house, despite the still air and distinct lack of its previous hosts. When you get to the living room, however, you stop dead in your tracks. you weren't sure of it earlier, but now that you've moved further into the house, it's undeniable; you can hear a distinct beeping coming from somewhere. Frowning, you turn on your feet, frantically searching for the source. Not the fireplace, the mantle, the couches or the coffee table. Slowly, regretfully, you stop. It's not coming from anywhere in the living room, so where... You turn around to face the archway that leads out into the entryway. From your position, you can clearly see the front door which remains open. You drop your gaze to the bottom of the door and just as the beeping begins to speed up, your eyes widen at the two small devices connected to the base of the wall, each with a small blinking red light. You've just barely thrown your arms over your head and half turned your body when the bomb goes off. <center><<button "Next" "interlude - rae">><</button>></center>

<<nobr>><center><h1>''Chapter, the Second''</h1></center> <center><h2>''$name $surname''</h2></center><<if $go_with_baxter is true>>The first thing you notice is the cold. Peeling your eyes open is difficult, as if they were never meant to open in the first place but after struggling for a few moments, you manage to do so. Your vision blurs in and out of focus until you finally make out a night sky full of stars where once a roof had been. Slowly, the pieces of your scattered mind begin to come together and you remember what happened; the supply run, leaving Baxter behind, coming to this house, tripping the wire, causing the explosion.<</if>><<if $go_with_rae is true>>The first thing you notice is the cold. Peeling your eyes open is difficult, as if they were never meant to open in the first place but after struggling for a few moments, you manage to do so. Your vision blurs in and out of focus until you finally make out a night sky full of stars where once a roof had been. Slowly, the pieces of your scattered mind begin to come together and you remember what happened; the supply run, leaving Rae behind, coming to this house, tripping the wire, causing the explosion.<</if>><</nobr>> The second thing you notice is the pain. Everywhere in your body, you feel a gut-wrenching ache sharp enough that it even hurts to breathe. You know you have to move; you have to get up and leave before you're found but every muscle protests with such intensity that it almost makes you pass out again. Only after a few minutes of willing life back into your limbs do you realise what the real problem is. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You can\'t feel your left arm. </div>' 'mc 2-1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You can\'t feel your left leg. </div>' 'mc 2-1-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $lose_arm to true>>With all the effort you can muster, you lift your head and let your eyes rake over the rest of your body, ignoring the feeling of something wet dripping down the back of your neck. There, from the elbow down, your left arm disappears beneath a pile of rubble. Bile begins to creep up your throat and you force yourself to look away. Without any sensation to the rest of the limb, you have to assume the bones in your forearm and hand are broken, and attempting to pull it out only results in more pain. You rest your head back against the rubble and close your eyes, simply breathing as you try to think of what to do. //Shit.// You need to get out, that much is obvious, you're just unsure of how. Unable to pull your arm out and too weak to dig it out with the other, you're running out of options. And with your head pounding so hard you think it might cause another explosion, all you want to do is sleep. You know it's the wrong move; there's too much risk involved but the temptation and promise of bliss that comes with sleep is too much to ignore and before you know it, you're drifting off. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm 2-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $lose_leg to true>>With all the effort you can muster, you lift your head and let your eyes rake over the rest of your body, ignoring the feeling of something wet dripping down the back of your neck. There, from the knee down, your left leg disappears beneath a pile of rubble. Bile begins to creep up your throat and you force yourself to look away. Without any sensation to the rest of the limb, you have to assume the bones in your shin and foot are broken, and attempting to pull it out only results in more pain. You rest your head back against the rubble and close your eyes, simply breathing as you try to think of what to do. //Shit.// You need to get out, that much is obvious, you're just unsure of how. Unable to pull your leg out and too weak to physically dig it out, you're running out of options. And with your head pounding so hard you think it might cause another explosion, all you want to do is sleep. You know it's the wrong move; there's too much risk involved but the temptation and promise of bliss that comes with sleep is too much to ignore and before you know it, you're drifting off. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg 2-2">><</button>></center>

Voices pull your mind back to the surface. Somehow both close and far, you're able to distinguish two voices, both of them feminine. The words spoken come and go, muffled slightly by the headache ravaging your skull. You wince slightly as your senses come flooding back to you. "Guess I spoke too soon," the first voice states. "$They $is_are in fact still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed, Quinn," the second voice chastises, further away from you. "$IS_ARE $they okay?" "Not from where I'm standing." You tug your eyes open, momentarily blinded by sunlight before a face comes into view. Mis-matched eyes find yours, one green and the other pale blue, the woman arches an eyebrow up at you. At first you think her face is blurry because your eyes haven't fully adjusted yet until you realise the right side of her face is marred by burn scars. "Are you okay?" she asks, her tone flat and a clear mockery of the other woman. Your lips part on their own but the act of speaking proves to be signicantly more difficult. "Please help me," you manage to say and your tongue feels like sandpaper as it drags across your palate. The woman above you tilts her head to the side, watching you with analytical eyes before she looks behind her. "$Theyre asking for help," she says, deferring to the woman out of sight as if awaiting her instruction. Though it doesn't particulary seem like she'd be willing to follow any order given to her. "So help $them!" Comes her disgruntled reply. "Don't make me come up there, Quinn!" Quinn grimaces and shakes her head quickly. "Fine, I'm helping," she says as she crouches down next to you. "But stay where you are; I'm afraid you'll pop if you climb up here." <center><<button "Next" "mc arm 2-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_quinn to true>>Quinn observes you with a calculating look and now that's she closer, you realise that her eyes aren't really two different colours; she's just blind on the right side. She meets your eyes suddenly and you startle slightly at the displeased look on her marred face. "You're stuck?" She questions, nodding her head towards your arm. You grumble out an affirmative yes and she rolls her eyes. "Great," she groans, standing up and turning to the other woman. "This is a lost cause, Blair." She begins to climb down and you reach out, wrapping your fingers around her ankle with as much of your strength as you can muster. She glares down at you and opens her mouth to demand you let her go when the other woman beats her to it. "Come on, Quinn," she says, her tone pleading. "What if that was you?" Quinn grumbles again but she returns to her position, crouching next to you. Though you don't miss the biting words she thinks about you; //I'm not the one dumb enough to get blown up.// "So, what's the plan?" She stares at you intently, expecting you to have something, an idea at the ready. And though you haven't had all that long to think about it properly, your options are looking a little bleak.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We have to cut it off.\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you help me pull it out?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $cut_arm to true>>She raises an eyebrow at you, shocked at the suggest and disbelieving you'll actually go through with it. "You want me to cut off your arm?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, attempting to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. She chews on her lip and nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. "You got a knife?" <<if $knife is true>>Wordlessly, you reach for the hunting knife you'd taken from the store and unsheathe it to hand it to her, handle first. Her eyes widen slightly at the sheer size of it before she gives you a tight lipped smile that you think is supposed to be sympathetic. "Well, at least this should be quick."<</if>><<if $knife is false>>You shake your head and she sighs heavily before looking at Blair once more. "Think you can find something sharp down there?" "On it!" She watches in concern as Blair leaves the room and you reach out with your mod to urge her towards the kitchen. The sooner she finds something, the better and what better place to find a cutting instrument than a kitchen? If it's still standing, that is. She returns minutes later, huffing slightly and you get the sense that she's out of breath but you can't pinpoint why. "Will this work?" she asks and Quinn glances over. Her eyes widen slightly and she grimaces, nodding as she reaches down for it. She comes back into your view and when she holds up the rusted bread knife for you to see, you grimace yourself. "Well, this is going to suck for you."<</if>> She takes a deep breath to steady her shaking hands and when you glance at them, you realise she's wearing gloves. Though you don't have long to think over it as she addresses you once more. "Ready to lose an arm, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before gesturing with the knife. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as gloved fingers bring the knife down to your skin, just above where your arm disappears beneath the rubble. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm 2-4-1a">><</button>></center>

The pain isn't noticeable at first, the splatter of blood against Quinn's face being the only indicator that anything's actually happening. But then that first inital cut is over and it makes itself known to you in the form of a searing pain that spreads like wildfire throughout your entire body. Quinn grunts as she bears her weight down on you, the serrated knife ripping through flesh and muscle and you sink your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming. Though that does nothing to damper the sound and only really seems to accomplish filling your mouth with blood. By the time she's sawing through the bone, you're drenched in sweat and woozy from blood loss, but the pain isn't as bad anymore. As you fade in and out of consciousness, it’s reduced to a throbbing ache and you breathe through clenched teeth, mentally counting off the seconds in the moments when you do find yourself awake. One minute and then two, and by the third minute, Quinn sits back on her haunches, a wide-eyed look on her blood splattered face. <<if $knife is true>>She then slides the knife back in the sheath and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off the glove on her left hand.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>She then tossess the knife aside and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off the glove on her left hand.<</if>> With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your arm and your screams have reduced to agonished whimpers. She ignores you though and instead presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. All at once, your sense are overwhelmed by the pain, the blood spilling out of you, your inner flesh exposed to the fresh air. But above it all is a tugging sensation, your skin knitting itself back together and the wound closing itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, the pain is no more. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm 2-5">><</button>></center>

<<if $knife is true>>Still woozy, you sit up and glance down at the space where your arm used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and the skin is smooth, unscarred. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>Still woozy, you sit up and glance down at the space where your arm used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and the skin is jagged, scarred - a product of the method used to sever the limb. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>> There's no more blood, no more gore. It's all just... //gone//. "I helped you," she replies as she puts her glove back on. "You're welcome, by the way." You look at her for a long moment, doing your best to focus your mod as you latch onto her thoughts. She's a lot like Rae, keeping anything of importance buried deep and you're way too weak to go digging, but you eventually find what you're looking for. "You're modded," you state and she meets your eyes, annoyed at still having to interact with you. "You want a medal or something?" She doesn't wait for you to respond, instead grabbing your other arm and pulling you to your feet with a grunt. You sway momentarily, blinking away the nausea that ripples through your stomach. Then she's pulling down and you're stumbling over the rubble before you come face to face with who you can only assume is Blair. She smiles bright at you, her teeth straight and white as snow, and her ginger hair pulled back from her face. She's all green eyes and freckles but you're too distracted by the swell of her belly beneath her oversized jacket to pay attention to anything else about her. "You're..." your words trail off as your eyes flick between her face and stomach. "Blair," she finishes for you, unaware of what initially gave you pause. You nod absently as you try to wrap your head around how anyone could want to procreate in a world like this.<<set $meet_blair to true>> <center><<button "Next" "mc arm 2-6">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $pull_arm to true>>She raises an eyebrow at you, shocked at the suggest and disbelieving you'll actually go through with it. "You think that'll work?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, attempting to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. She chews on her lip and nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. With shaking hands, she reaches for your arm and when you glance down, you realise that she's wearing gloves. Though you don't have long to think over it as she addresses you once more. "Ready to do this, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before nodding towards your arm. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as gloved fingers wrap around your upper arm, just above where the limb disappears beneath the rubble. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm 2-4-2a">><</button>></center>

Voices pull your mind back to the surface. Somehow both close and far, you're able to distinguish two voices, both of them feminine. The words spoken come and go, muffled slightly by the headache ravaging your skull. You wince slightly as your senses come flooding back to you. "Guess I spoke too soon," the first voice states. "$They $is_are in fact still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed, Quinn," the second voice chastises, further away from you. "$IS_ARE $they okay?" "Not from where I'm standing." You tug your eyes open, momentarily blinded by sunlight before a face comes into view. Mis-matched eyes find yours, one green and the other pale blue, the woman arches an eyebrow up at you. At first you think her face is blurry because your eyes haven't fully adjusted yet until you realise the right side of her face is marred by burn scars. "Are you okay?" she asks, her tone flat and a clear mockery of the other woman. Your lips part on their own but the act of speaking proves to be signicantly more difficult. "Please help me," you manage to say and your tongue feels like sandpaper as it drags across your palate. The woman above you tilts her head to the side, watching you with analytical eyes before she looks behind her. "$Theyre asking for help," she says, deferring to the woman out of sight as if awaiting her instruction. Though it doesn't particulary seem like she'd be willing to follow any order given to her. "So help $them!" Comes her disgruntled reply. "Don't make me come up there, Quinn!" Quinn grimaces and shakes her head quickly. "Fine, I'm helping," she says as she crouches down next to you. "But stay where you are; I'm afraid you'll pop if you climb up here." <center><<button "Next" "mc leg 2-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_quinn to true>>Quinn observes you with a calculating look and now that's she closer, you realise that her eyes aren't really two different colours; she's just blind on the right side. She meets your eyes suddenly and you startle slightly at the displeased look on her marred face. "You're stuck?" She questions, nodding her head towards your leg. You grumble out an affirmative yes and she rolls her eyes. "Great," she groans, standing up and turning to the other woman. "This is a lost cause, Blair." She begins to climb down and you reach out, wrapping your fingers around her ankle with as much of your strength as you can muster. She glares down at you and opens her mouth to demand you let her go when the other woman beats her to it. "Come on, Quinn," she says, her tone pleading. "What if that was you?" Quinn grumbles again but she returns to her position, crouching next to you. Though you don't miss the biting words she thinks about you; //I'm not the one dumb enough to get blown up.// "So, what's the plan?" She stares at you intently, expecting you to have something, an idea at the ready. And though you haven't had all that long to think about it properly, your options are looking a little bleak.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We have to cut it off.\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you help me pull it out?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $cut_leg to true>>She raises an eyebrow at you, shocked at the suggest and disbelieving you'll actually go through with it. "You want me to cut off your leg?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, attempting to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. She chews on her lip and nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. "You got a knife?" <<if $knife is true>>Wordlessly, you reach for the hunting knife you'd taken from the store and unsheathe it to hand it to her, handle first. Her eyes widen slightly at the sheer size of it before she gives you a tight lipped smile that you think is supposed to be sympathetic. "Well, at least this should be quick."<</if>><<if $knife is false>>You shake your head and she sighs heavily before looking at Blair once more. "Think you can find something sharp down there?" "On it!" She watches in concern as Blair leaves the room and you reach out with your mod to urge her towards the kitchen. The sooner she finds something, the better and what better place to find a cutting instrument than a kitchen? If it's still standing, that is. She returns minutes later, huffing slightly and you get the sense that she's out of breath but you can't pinpoint why. "Will this work?" she asks and Quinn glances over. Her eyes widen slightly and she grimaces, nodding as she reaches down for it. She comes back into your view and when she holds up the rusted bread knife for you to see, you grimace yourself. "Well, this is going to suck for you."<</if>> She takes a deep breath to steady her shaking hands and when you glance at them, you realise she's wearing gloves. Though you don't have long to think over it as she addresses you once more. "Ready to lose a leg, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before gesturing with the knife. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as gloved fingers bring the knife down to your skin, just above where your leg disappears beneath the rubble. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg 2-4-1a">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $pull_leg to true>>She raises an eyebrow at you, shocked at the suggest and disbelieving you'll actually go through with it. "You think that'll work?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, attempting to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. She chews on her lip and nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. With shaking hands, she reaches for your leg and when you glance down, you realise that she's wearing gloves. Though you don't have long to think over it as she addresses you once more. "Ready to do this, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before nodding towards your leg. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as gloved fingers wrap around your leg, just above where the limb disappears beneath the rubble. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg 2-4-2a">><</button>></center>

The pain isn't noticeable at first, the splatter of blood against Quinn's face being the only indicator that anything's actually happening. But then that first inital cut is over and it makes itself known to you in the form of a searing pain that spreads like wildfire throughout your entire body. Quinn grunts as she bears her weight down on you, the serrated knife ripping through flesh and muscle and you sink your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming. Though that does nothing to damper the sound and only really seems to accomplish filling your mouth with blood. By the time she's sawing through the bone, you're drenched in sweat and woozy from blood loss, but the pain isn't as bad anymore. As you fade in and out of consciousness, it's reduced to a throbbing ache and you breathe through clenched teeth, mentally counting off the seconds in the moments when you do find yourself awake. One minute and then two, and by the third minute, Quinn sits back on her haunches, a wide-eyed look on her blood splattered face. <<if $knife is true>>She then slides the knife back in the sheath and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off the glove on her left hand.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>She then tossess the knife aside and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off the glove on her left hand.<</if>> With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your leg and your screams have reduced to agonished whimpers. She ignores you though and instead presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. All at once, your sense are overwhelmed by the pain, the blood spilling out of you, your inner flesh exposed to the fresh air. But above it all is a tugging sensation, your skin knitting itself back together and the wound closing itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, the pain is no more. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg 2-5">><</button>></center>

<<if $knife is true>>Still woozy, you sit up and glance down at the space where your leg used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and the skin is smooth, unscarred. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>Still woozy, you sit up and glance down at the space where your leg used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and the skin is jagged, scarred - a product of the method used to sever the limb. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>> There's no more blood, no more gore, no more pain. It's all just... //gone//. "I helped you," she replies as she puts her glove back on. "You're welcome, by the way." You look at her for a long moment, doing your best to focus your mod as you latch onto her thoughts. She's a lot like Rae, keeping anything of importance buried deep and you're way too weak to go digging, but you eventually find what you're looking for. "You're modded," you state and she meets your eyes, annoyed at still having to interact with you. "You want a medal or something?" She doesn't wait for you to respond, instead grabbing your arm and pulling you up with a grunt. You sway momentarily, not used to being so unbalanced, and you blink away the nausea that ripples through your stomach. Then she's throwing your arm over her shoulders, taking on most of your weight and you're stumbling over the rubble before you come face to face with who you can only assume is Blair. She smiles bright at you, her teeth straight and white as snow, and her ginger hair pulled back from her face. She's all green eyes and freckles but you're too distracted by the swell of her belly beneath her oversized jacket to pay attention to anything else about her. "You're..." your words trail off as your eyes flick between her face and stomach. "Blair," she finishes for you, unaware of what initially gave you pause. You nod absently as you try to wrap your head around how anyone could want to procreate in a world like this.<<set $meet_blair to true>> <center><<button "Next" "mc leg 2-6">><</button>></center>

The pain is immediate, a piercing agony that spreads like wildfire throughout your entire body. Quinn grunts as she tightens her grip, your skin beginning to tear and rip from the pressure and you sink your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming. Though that does nothing to damper the sound and only really seems to accomplish filling your mouth with blood. After a few excruciating moments, Quinn leans back and you cry out as she props at your severed flesh with gloved fingers. "The bone's still intact," she says, out of breath before she glances around. Then her eyes light up and she grabs a jagged rock. Without hesitation, she slams the rock down on your arm and a scream rips itself from your lungs. As you fade in and out of consciousness, you breathe through clenched teeth, mentally counting off the seconds in the moments when you do find yourself awake. One minute and then two, and by the third minute, Quinn sits back on her haunches, a wide-eyed look on her blood splattered face. She then tossess the rock aside and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off the glove on her left hand. With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your arm and your screams have reduced to agonished whimpers. She ignores you though and instead presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. All at once, your sense are overwhelmed by the pain, the blood spilling out of you, your inner flesh exposed to the fresh air. But above it all is a tugging sensation, your skin knitting itself back together and the wound closing itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, the pain is no more. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm 2-5">><</button>></center>

The pain is immediate, a piercing agony that spreads like wildfire throughout your entire body. Quinn grunts as she tightens her grip, your skin beginning to tear and rip from the pressure and you sink your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming. Though that does nothing to damper the sound and only really seems to accomplish filling your mouth with blood. After a few excruciating moments, Quinn leans back and you cry out as she prods at your severed flesh with gloved fingers. "The bone's still intact," she says, out of breath before she glances around. Then her eyes light up and she grabs a jagged rock. Without hesitation, she slams the rock down on your leg and a scream rips itself from your lungs. As you fade in and out of consciousness, you breathe through clenched teeth, mentally counting off the seconds in the moments when you do find yourself awake. One minute and then two, and by the third minute, Quinn sits back on her haunches, a wide-eyed look on her blood splattered face. She then tossess the rock aside and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off the glove on her left hand. With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your leg and your screams have reduced to agonished whimpers. She ignores you though and instead presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. All at once, your sense are overwhelmed by the pain, the blood spilling out of you, your inner flesh exposed to the fresh air. But above it all is a tugging sensation, your skin knitting itself back together and the wound closing itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, the pain is no more. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg 2-5">><</button>></center>

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Great; now that introductions are over, we need to get out of here." She turns her attention to Blair and the woman perks up at the attention. "I'll let you babysit $them; I'm sure you could use the practise." She lets go of you after that and you almost fall over, unaware of how much you were leaning on her for support. Blair is quick to take your hand in hers and steady you, a patient smile on her face while her more brusque counterpart walks out of the house without waiting for you. "Thank you," you say quickly, clearing your throat and allowing yourself a second to regain your balance and make sure you won't fall over. "You're welcome," she replies, that smile of hers lighting up her whole face and making the corners of her eyes crinkle. "I know Quinn seems harsh but it just takes her a while to warm up to people." Truth be told, you're not sure how much you really believe that and you can't help but glance down at Blair's stomach, wondering if maybe the reason she's is nicer to Blair is because of the life growing inside of her. But you choose to bite your tongue as the two of you follow after Quinn and it's only when the silence becomes more apparent do you realise you're still holding hands.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Squeeze her hand.🤍</div>' 'mc arm 2-7-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing.</div>' 'mc arm 2-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Let her hand go.</div>' 'mc arm 2-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Great; now that introductions are over, we need to get out of here." She turns her attention to Blair and the woman perks up at the attention. "While we were up there, did you see anything down here $name could use as a walking stick?" She thinks for a moment, her head tilted to the side in a way that's oddly reminiscent of a puppy before she perks up again. "I think there are some fire pokers over there." You both watch as she waddles over to where a pile of bricks and rubble sit in place of the hearth. Then with more than a little effort, she unearths a fire poker almost half her height. "Good enough for me," Quinn says before you can get anything out yourself and she reaches for the poker. She then shoves it into your hand and lets you go rather unceremoniously. You lose your balance almost immediately and rush to balance yourself on the poker. She barely even glances at you to make sure you're still standing before she's moving to leave. "Let's go." You grunt in frustration as you try to figure out the mechanics of walking with only one leg and you realise that Blair is waiting for you, a patient smile on her face. She comes up next to you on your now dominant side and settles a hand on your back, offering you her support. "Thank you," you say quickly, clearing your throat and allowing yourself a second to regain your balance and make sure you won't fall over. "You're welcome," she replies, that smile of hers lighting up her whole face and making the corners of her eyes crinkle. "I know Quinn seems harsh but it just takes her a while to warm up to people." Truth be told, you're not sure how much you really believe that and you can't help but glance down at Blair's stomach, wondering if maybe the reason she's is nicer to Blair is because of the life growing inside of her. But you choose to bite your tongue as the two of you follow after Quinn, a lot slower than you would've liked, and it's only when the silence becomes more apparent do you realise she still has her hand on your back.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Lean into her touch.🤍</div>' 'mc leg 2-7-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing.</div>' 'mc leg 2-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pull away from her.</div>' 'mc leg 2-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<nobr>><center><h1>''Chapter, the Second''</h1></center> <center><h2>''$name $surname''</h2></center><<if $go_with_baxter is true>>The first thing you notice is the cold. Peeling your eyes open is difficult, as if they were never meant to open in the first place but after struggling for a few moments, you manage to do so. Your vision blurs in and out of focus until you finally make out a night sky full of stars where once a roof had been. Slowly, the pieces of your scattered mind begin to come together and you remember what happened; the supply run, leaving Baxter behind, coming to this house, tripping the wire, causing the explosion.<</if>><<if $go_with_rae is true>>The first thing you notice is the cold. Peeling your eyes open is difficult, as if they were never meant to open in the first place but after struggling for a few moments, you manage to do so. Your vision blurs in and out of focus until you finally make out a night sky full of stars where once a roof had been. Slowly, the pieces of your scattered mind begin to come together and you remember what happened; the supply run, leaving Rae behind, coming to this house, tripping the wire, causing the explosion.<</if>><</nobr>> The second thing you notice is the pain. Everywhere in your body, you feel a gut-wrenching ache sharp enough that it even hurts to breathe. You know you have to move; you have to get up and leave before you're found but every muscle protests with such intensity that it almost makes you pass out again. Only after a few minutes of willing life back into your limbs do you realise what the real problem is. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You can\'t feel your left arm. </div>' 'sr 2-1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You can\'t feel your left leg. </div>' 'sr 2-1-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<nobr>><center><h1>''Chapter, the Second''</h1></center> <center><h2>''$name $surname''</h2></center><<if $go_with_baxter is true>>The first thing you notice is the cold. Peeling your eyes open is difficult, as if they were never meant to open in the first place but after struggling for a few moments, you manage to do so. Your vision blurs in and out of focus until you finally make out a night sky full of stars where once a roof had been. Slowly, the pieces of your scattered mind begin to come together and you remember what happened; the supply run, leaving Baxter behind, coming to this house, tripping the wire, causing the explosion.<</if>><<if $go_with_rae is true>>The first thing you notice is the cold. Peeling your eyes open is difficult, as if they were never meant to open in the first place but after struggling for a few moments, you manage to do so. Your vision blurs in and out of focus until you finally make out a night sky full of stars where once a roof had been. Slowly, the pieces of your scattered mind begin to come together and you remember what happened; the supply run, leaving Rae behind, coming to this house, tripping the wire, causing the explosion.<</if>><</nobr>> The second thing you notice is the pain. Everywhere in your body, you feel a gut-wrenching ache sharp enough that it even hurts to breathe. You know you have to move; you have to get up and leave before you're found but every muscle protests with such intensity that it almost makes you pass out again. Only after a few minutes of willing life back into your limbs do you realise what the real problem is. <div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You can\'t feel your left arm. </div>' 'xrv 2-1-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You can\'t feel your left leg. </div>' 'xrv 2-1-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $lose_arm to true>>With all the effort you can muster, you lift your head and let your eyes rake over the rest of your body, ignoring the feeling of something wet dripping down the back of your neck. There, from the elbow down, your left arm disappears beneath a pile of rubble. Bile begins to creep up your throat and you force yourself to look away. Without any sensation to the rest of the limb, you have to assume the bones in your forearm and hand are broken, and attempting to pull it out only results in more pain. You rest your head back against the rubble and close your eyes, simply breathing as you try to think of what to do. //Shit.// You need to get out, that much is obvious, you're just unsure of how. Unable to pull your arm out and too weak to dig it out with the other, you're running out of options. And with your head pounding so hard you think it might cause another explosion, all you want to do is sleep. You know it's the wrong move; there's too much risk involved but the temptation and promise of bliss that comes with sleep is too much to ignore and before you know it, you're drifting off. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm 2-2">><</button>></center>

Voices pull your mind back to the surface. Somehow both close and far, you're able to distinguish two voices, both of them feminine. The words spoken come and go, muffled slightly by the headache ravaging your skull. You wince slightly as your senses come flooding back to you. "Guess I spoke too soon," the first voice states. "$They $is_are in fact still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed, Quinn," the second voice chastises, further away from you. "$IS_ARE $they okay?" "Not from where I'm standing." You tug your eyes open, momentarily blinded by sunlight before a face comes into view. Mis-matched eyes find yours, one green and the other pale blue, the woman arches an eyebrow up at you. At first you think her face is blurry because your eyes haven't fully adjusted yet until you realise the right side of her face is marred by burn scars. "Are you okay?" she asks, her tone flat and a clear mockery of the other woman. Your lips part on their own but the act of speaking proves to be signicantly more difficult. "Please help me," you manage to say and your tongue feels like sandpaper as it drags across your palate. The woman above you tilts her head to the side, watching you with analytical eyes before she looks behind her. "$Theyre asking for help," she says, deferring to the woman out of sight as if awaiting her instruction. Though it doesn't particulary seem like she'd be willing to follow any order given to her. "So help $them!" Comes her disgruntled reply. "Don't make me come up there, Quinn!" Quinn grimaces and shakes her head quickly. "Fine, I'm helping," she says as she crouches down next to you. "But stay where you are; I'm afraid you'll pop if you climb up here." <center><<button "Next" "sr arm 2-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_quinn to true>>Quinn observes you with a calculating look and now that's she closer, you realise that her eyes aren't really two different colours; she's just blind on the right side. She meets your eyes suddenly and you startle slightly at the displeased look on her marred face. "You're stuck?" She questions, nodding her head towards your arm. You grumble out an affirmative yes and she rolls her eyes. "Great," she groans, standing up and turning to the other woman. "This is a lost cause, Blair." She begins to climb down and you reach out, wrapping your fingers around her ankle with as much of your strength as you can muster. She glares down at you and opens her mouth to demand you let her go when the other woman beats her to it. "Come on, Quinn," she says, her tone pleading. "What if that was you?" Quinn grumbles again but she returns to her position, crouching next to you. "So, what's the plan?" She stares at you intently, expecting you to have something, an idea at the ready. And though you haven't had all that long to think about it properly, your options are looking a little bleak.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We have to cut it off.\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you help me pull it out?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $cut_arm to true>>She raises an eyebrow at you, shocked at the suggest and disbelieving you'll actually go through with it. "You want me to cut off your arm?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, attempting to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. She chews on her lip and nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. "You got a knife?" <<if $knife is true>>Wordlessly, you reach for the hunting knife you'd taken from the store and unsheathe it to hand it to her, handle first. Her eyes widen slightly at the sheer size of it before she gives you a tight lipped smile that you think is supposed to be sympathetic. "Well, at least this should be quick."<</if>><<if $knife is false>>You shake your head and she sighs heavily before looking at Blair once more. "Think you can find something sharp down there?" "On it!" She watches in concern as Blair leaves the room and you pray the kitchen is still standing. The sooner she finds something, the better and what better place to find a cutting instrument than a kitchen? She returns minutes later, huffing slightly and you get the sense that she's out of breath but you can't pinpoint why. "Will this work?" she asks and Quinn glances over. Her eyes widen slightly and she grimaces, nodding as she reaches down for it. She comes back into your view and when she holds up the rusted bread knife for you to see, you grimace yourself. "Well, this is going to suck for you."<</if>> She takes a deep breath to steady her shaking hands and when you glance at them, you realise she's wearing gloves. Though you don't have long to think over it as she addresses you once more. "Ready to lose an arm, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before gesturing with the knife. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as gloved fingers bring the knife down to your skin, just above where your arm disappears beneath the rubble.<center><<button "Next" "sr arm 2-4-1a">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $pull_arm to true>>She raises an eyebrow at you, shocked at the suggest and disbelieving you'll actually go through with it. "You think that'll work?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, attempting to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. She chews on her lip and nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. With shaking hands, she reaches for your arm and when you glance down, you realise that she's wearing gloves. Though you don't have long to think over it as she addresses you once more. "Ready to do this, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before nodding towards your arm. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as gloved fingers wrap around your upper arm, just above where the limb disappears beneath the rubble.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Next</div>' 'sr arm 2-4-2a'>><</link>></center> </div>

You reach out with your mod in search of Blair, latching onto her ability to feel and stripping it away from the both of you. The splatter of blood against Quinn's face is the only indicator that anything's actually happening and you let your eyes drift back to watch her do it. You feel somewhat detached from the whole thing, as if it's not really your flesh that the serrated knife rips through but someone elses. Quinn grunts as she bears her weight down on you and you vaguely wonder what this is supposed to feel like. She's sawing through the bone within seconds, a woman possessed as she focuses wholly on the task in front of her. Another minute goes by and she finished entirely, sitting back on her haunches with a wide-eyed look on her blood splattered face. <<if $knife is true>>She then slides the knife back in the sheath and you watch curiously as she pulls off the glove on her left hand.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>She then tossess the knife aside and you watch curiously as she pulls off the glove on her left hand.<</if>> With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your arm and presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. You stare in awe as your skin knits itself back together and the wound closes itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, it's like the nothing had ever happened and this who you've always been.<center><<button "Next" "sr arm 2-5">><</button>></center>

The pain is immediate and you instinctively reach out with your mod in search of Blair and the promise of relief, latching onto her ability to feel and stripping it away from the both of you. Quinn grunts as her knuckles go white from tightening her grip and you let your eyes drift back to watch her do it. You feel somewhat detached from the whole thing, as if it's not really your flesh that's beginning to tear and rip from the pressure but someone elses. Quinn grunts from exertion and you vaguely wonder what this is supposed to feel like. After a few excruciating moments, Quinn leans back and prods at your severed flesh with gloved fingers. "The bone's still intact," she says, out of breath before she glances around. Then her eyes light up, she grabs a jagged rock and without hesitation, she slams the rock down on your arm. Over and over again, she brings the rock down, a woman possessed as she focuses wholly on the task in front of her. Within minutes, she finished entirely and she sits back on her haunches with a wide-eyed look on her blood splattered face. She then tossess the rock aside and you watch curiously as she pulls off the glove on her left hand. With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your arm and presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. You stare in awe as your skin knits itself back together and the wound closes itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, it's like the nothing had ever happened and this who you've always been. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm 2-5">><</button>></center>

<<if $knife is true>>Your senses come flooding back to you as you sit up and glance down at the space where your arm used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and the skin is smooth, unscarred. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>Your senses come flooding back to you as you sit up and glance down at the space where your arm used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and the skin is jagged, scarred - a product of the method used to sever the limb. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>> There's no more blood, no more gore, no more pain. It's all just... //gone//. "I helped you," she replies as she puts her glove back on. "You're welcome, by the way." You look at her for a long moment, wishing you knew what was going through her head. "You're modded," you state, somewhat in awe of her, and she meets your eyes, annoyed at still having to interact with you. "So are you," she grunts, no doubt suspicious of your lack of reaction to her amputating your limb. She doesn't wait for you to respond however, instead grabbing your other arm and pulling you to your feet with a grunt. You sway momentarily, blinking away the nausea that ripples through your stomach. Then she's pulling down and you're stumbling over the rubble before you come face to face with who you can only assume is Blair. She smiles bright at you, her teeth straight and white as snow, and her ginger hair pulled back from her face. She's all green eyes and freckles but you're too distracted by the swell of her belly beneath her oversized jacket to pay attention to anything else about her. "You're..." your words trail off as your eyes flick between her face and stomach. "Blair," she finishes for you, seemingly unaware of what initially gave you pause. You nod absently as you try to wrap your head around how anyone could want to procreate in a world like this.<<set $meet_blair to true>> <center><<button "Next" "sr arm 2-6">><</button>></center>

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Great; now that introductions are over, we need to get out of here." She turns her attention to Blair and the woman perks up at the attention. "I'll let you babysit $them; I'm sure you could use the practise." She lets go of you after that and you almost fall over, unaware of how much you were leaning on her for support. Blair is quick to take your hand in hers and steady you, a patient smile on her face while her more brusque counterpart walks out of the house without waiting for you. "Thank you," you say quickly, clearing your throat and allowing yourself a second to regain your balance and make sure you won't fall over. "You're welcome," she replies, that smile of hers lighting up her whole face and making the corners of her eyes crinkle. "I know Quinn seems harsh but it just takes her a while to warm up to people." Truth be told, you're not sure how much you really believe that and you can't help but glance down at Blair's stomach, wondering if maybe the reason she's is nicer to Blair is because of the life growing inside of her. But you choose to bite your tongue as the two of you follow after Quinn and it's only when the silence becomes more apparent do you realise you're still holding hands.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Squeeze her hand.🤍</div>' 'sr arm 2-7-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing.</div>' 'sr arm 2-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Let her hand go.</div>' 'sr arm 2-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $lose_leg to true>>With all the effort you can muster, you lift your head and let your eyes rake over the rest of your body, ignoring the feeling of something wet dripping down the back of your neck. There, from the knee down, your left leg disappears beneath a pile of rubble. Bile begins to creep up your throat and you force yourself to look away. Without any sensation to the rest of the limb, you have to assume the bones in your forearm and hand are broken, and attempting to pull it out only results in more pain. You rest your head back against the rubble and close your eyes, simply breathing as you try to think of what to do. //Shit.// You need to get out, that much is obvious, you're just unsure of how. Unable to pull your leg out and too weak to physically dig it, you're running out of options. And with your head pounding so hard you think it might cause another explosion, all you want to do is sleep. You know it's the wrong move; there's too much risk involved but the temptation and promise of bliss that comes with sleep is too much to ignore and before you know it, you're drifting off. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg 2-2">><</button>></center>

Voices pull your mind back to the surface. Somehow both close and far, you're able to distinguish two voices, both of them feminine. The words spoken come and go, muffled slightly by the headache ravaging your skull. You wince slightly as your senses come flooding back to you. "Guess I spoke too soon," the first voice states. "$They $is_are in fact still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed, Quinn," the second voice chastises, further away from you. "$IS_ARE $they okay?" "Not from where I'm standing." You tug your eyes open, momentarily blinded by sunlight before a face comes into view. Mis-matched eyes find yours, one green and the other pale blue, the woman arches an eyebrow up at you. At first you think her face is blurry because your eyes haven't fully adjusted yet until you realise the right side of her face is marred by burn scars. "Are you okay?" she asks, her tone flat and a clear mockery of the other woman. Your lips part on their own but the act of speaking proves to be signicantly more difficult. "Please help me," you manage to say and your tongue feels like sandpaper as it drags across your palate. The woman above you tilts her head to the side, watching you with analytical eyes before she looks behind her. "$Theyre asking for help," she says, deferring to the woman out of sight as if awaiting her instruction. Though it doesn't particulary seem like she'd be willing to follow any order given to her. "So help $them!" Comes her disgruntled reply. "Don't make me come up there, Quinn!" Quinn grimaces and shakes her head quickly. "Fine, I'm helping," she says as she crouches down next to you. "But stay where you are; I'm afraid you'll pop if you climb up here." <center><<button "Next" "sr leg 2-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_quinn to true>>Quinn observes you with a calculating look and now that's she closer, you realise that her eyes aren't really two different colours; she's just blind on the right side. She meets your eyes suddenly and you startle slightly at the displeased look on her marred face. "You're stuck?" She questions, nodding her head towards your leg. You grumble out an affirmative yes and she rolls her eyes. "Great," she groans, standing up and turning to the other woman. "This is a lost cause, Blair." She begins to climb down and you reach out, wrapping your fingers around her ankle with as much of your strength as you can muster. She glares down at you and opens her mouth to demand you let her go when the other woman beats her to it. "Come on, Quinn," she says, her tone pleading. "What if that was you?" Quinn grumbles again but she returns to her position, crouching next to you. "So, what's the plan?" She stares at you intently, expecting you to have something, an idea at the ready. And though you haven't had all that long to think about it properly, your options are looking a little bleak.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We have to cut it off.\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you help me pull it out?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $cut_leg to true>>She raises an eyebrow at you, shocked at the suggest and disbelieving you'll actually go through with it. "You want me to cut off your leg?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, attempting to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. She chews on her lip and nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. "You got a knife?" <<if $knife is true>>Wordlessly, you reach for the hunting knife you'd taken from the store and unsheathe it to hand it to her, handle first. Her eyes widen slightly at the sheer size of it before she gives you a tight lipped smile that you think is supposed to be sympathetic. "Well, at least this should be quick."<</if>><<if $knife is false>>You shake your head and she sighs heavily before looking at Blair once more. "Think you can find something sharp down there?" "On it!" She watches in concern as Blair leaves the room and you pray the kitchen is still standing. The sooner she finds something, the better and what better place to find a cutting instrument than a kitchen? She returns minutes later, huffing slightly and you get the sense that she's out of breath but you can't pinpoint why. "Will this work?" she asks and Quinn glances over. Her eyes widen slightly and she grimaces, nodding as she reaches down for it. She comes back into your view and when she holds up the rusted bread knife for you to see, you grimace yourself. "Well, this is going to suck for you."<</if>> She takes a deep breath to steady her shaking hands and when you glance at them, you realise she's wearing gloves. Though you don't have long to think over it as she addresses you once more. "Ready to lose a leg, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before gesturing with the knife. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as gloved fingers bring the knife down to your skin, just above where your leg disappears beneath the rubble.<center><<button "Next" "sr leg 2-4-1a">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $pull_leg to true>>She raises an eyebrow at you, shocked at the suggest and disbelieving you'll actually go through with it. "You think that'll work?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, attempting to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. She chews on her lip and nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. With shaking hands, she reaches for your leg and when you glance down, you realise that she's wearing gloves. Though you don't have long to think over it as she addresses you once more. "Ready to do this, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before nodding towards your leg. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as gloved fingers wrap around your thigh, just above where the limb disappears beneath the rubble.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Next</div>' 'sr leg 2-4-2a'>><</link>></center> </div>

You reach out with your mod in search of Blair, latching onto her ability to feel and stripping it away from the both of you. The splatter of blood against Quinn's face is the only indicator that anything's actually happening and you let your eyes drift back to watch her do it. You feel somewhat detached from the whole thing, as if it's not really your flesh that the serrated knife rips through but someone elses. Quinn grunts as she bears her weight down on you and you vaguely wonder what this is supposed to feel like. She's sawing through the bone within seconds, a woman possessed as she focuses wholly on the task in front of her. Another minute goes by and she finished entirely, sitting back on her haunches with a wide-eyed look on her blood splattered face. <<if $knife is true>>She then slides the knife back in the sheath and you watch curiously as she pulls off the glove on her left hand.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>She then tossess the knife aside and you watch curiously as she pulls off the glove on her left hand.<</if>> With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your leg and presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. You stare in awe as your skin knits itself back together and the wound closes itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, it's like the nothing had ever happened and this who you've always been.<center><<button "Next" "sr leg 2-5">><</button>></center>

The pain is immediate and you instinctively reach out with your mod in search of Blair and the promise of relief, latching onto her ability to feel and stripping it away from the both of you. Quinn grunts as her knuckles go white from tightening her grip and you let your eyes drift back to watch her do it. You feel somewhat detached from the whole thing, as if it's not really your flesh that's beginning to tear and rip from the pressure but someone elses. Quinn grunts from exertion and you vaguely wonder what this is supposed to feel like. After a few excruciating moments, Quinn leans back and prods at your severed flesh with gloved fingers. "The bone's still intact," she says, out of breath before she glances around. Then her eyes light up, she grabs a jagged rock and without hesitation, she slams the rock down on your leg. Over and over again, she brings the rock down, a woman possessed as she focuses wholly on the task in front of her. Within minutes, she finished entirely and she sits back on her haunches with a wide-eyed look on her blood splattered face. She then tossess the rock aside and you watch curiously as she pulls off the glove on her left hand. With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your leg and presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. You stare in awe as your skin knits itself back together and the wound closes itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, it's like the nothing had ever happened and this who you've always been.<center><<button "Next" "sr leg 2-5">><</button>></center>

<<if $knife is true>>Your senses come flooding back to you as you sit up and glance down at the space where your leg used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and the skin is smooth, unscarred. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>Your senses come flooding back to you as you sit up and glance down at the space where your leg used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and the skin is jagged, scarred - a product of the method used to sever the limb. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>> There's no more blood, no more gore, no more pain. It's all just... //gone//. "I helped you," she replies as she puts her glove back on. "You're welcome, by the way." You look at her for a long moment, wishing you knew what was going through her head. "You're modded," you state, somewhat in awe of her, and she meets your eyes, annoyed at still having to interact with you. "So are you," she grunts, no doubt suspicious of your lack of reaction to her amputating your limb. She doesn't wait for you to respond however, instead grabbing your other arm and pulling you to your feet with a grunt. You sway momentarily, blinking away the nausea that ripples through your stomach. Then she's pulling down and you're stumbling over the rubble before you come face to face with who you can only assume is Blair. She smiles bright at you, her teeth straight and white as snow, and her ginger hair pulled back from her face. She's all green eyes and freckles but you're too distracted by the swell of her belly beneath her oversized jacket to pay attention to anything else about her. "You're..." your words trail off as your eyes flick between her face and stomach. "Blair," she finishes for you, seemingly unaware of what initially gave you pause. You nod absently as you try to wrap your head around how anyone could want to procreate in a world like this.<<set $meet_blair to true>> <center><<button "Next" "sr leg 2-6">><</button>></center>

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Great; now that introductions are over, we need to get out of here." She turns her attention to Blair and the woman perks up at the attention. "While we were up there, did you see anything down here $name could use as a walking stick?" She thinks for a moment, her head tilted to the side in a way that's oddly reminiscent of a puppy before she perks up again. "I think there are some fire pokers over there." You both watch as she waddles over to where a pile of bricks and rubble sit in place of the hearth. Then with more than a little effort, she unearths a fire poker almost half her height. "Good enough for me," Quinn says before you can get anything out yourself and she reaches for the poker. She then shoves it into your hand and lets you go rather unceremoniously. You lose your balance almost immediately and rush to balance yourself on the poker. She barely even glances at you to make sure you're still standing before she's moving to leave. "Let's go." You grunt in frustration as you try to figure out the mechanics of walking with only one leg and you realise that Blair is waiting for you, a patient smile on her face. She comes up next to you on your now dominant side and settles a hand on your back, offering you her support. "Thank you," you say quickly, clearing your throat and allowing yourself a second to regain your balance and make sure you won't fall over. "You're welcome," she replies, that smile of hers lighting up her whole face and making the corners of her eyes crinkle. "I know Quinn seems harsh but it just takes her a while to warm up to people." Truth be told, you're not sure how much you really believe that and you can't help but glance down at Blair's stomach, wondering if maybe the reason she's is nicer to Blair is because of the life growing inside of her. But you choose to bite your tongue as the two of you follow after Quinn, a lot slower than you would've liked, and it's only when the silence becomes more apparent do you realise she still has her hand on your back.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Lean into her touch.🤍</div>' 'sr leg 2-7-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing.</div>' 'sr leg 2-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pull away from her.</div>' 'sr leg 2-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $lose_arm to true>>With all the effort you can muster, you lift your head and let your eyes rake over the rest of your body, ignoring the feeling of something wet dripping down the back of your neck. There, from the elbow down, your left arm disappears beneath a pile of rubble. Bile begins to creep up your throat and you force yourself to look away. The bones in both your forearm and hand are all shattered and you know that any attempt to pull it out will only result in more pain. You rest your head back against the rubble and close your eyes, simply breathing as you try to think of what to do. //Shit.// You need to get out, that much is obvious, you're just unsure of how. Unable to pull your arm out and too weak to dig it out with the other, you're running out of options. And with your head pounding so hard you think it might cause another explosion, all you want to do is sleep. You know it's the wrong move; there's too much risk involved but the temptation and promise of bliss that comes with sleep is too much to ignore and before you know it, you're drifting off. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm 2-2">><</button>></center>

Voices pull your mind back to the surface. Somehow both close and far, you're able to distinguish two voices, both of them feminine. The words spoken come and go, muffled slightly by the headache ravaging your skull. You wince slightly as your senses come flooding back to you. "Guess I spoke too soon," the first voice states. "$They $is_are in fact still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed, Quinn," the second voice chastises, further away from you. "$IS_ARE $they okay?" "Not from where I'm standing." You tug your eyes open, momentarily blinded by sunlight before a skull comes into view. The left side of her face is a spiderweb of fractures that have long since healed over time, the bones more porous than than right side and you wrack your brain for what kind of injury could have caused that only to come up short. "Are you okay?" she asks, her tone flat and a clear mockery of the other woman. Your lips part on their own but the act of speaking proves to be signicantly more difficult. "Please help me," you manage to say and your tongue feels like sandpaper as it drags across your palate. The woman above you tilts her head to the side, watching you momentarily before she looks behind her. "$Theyre asking for help," she says, deferring to the woman out of sight as if awaiting her instruction. Though it doesn't particulary seem like she'd be willing to follow any order given to her. "So help $them!" Comes her disgruntled reply. "Don't make me come up there, Quinn!" Quinn sighs and shakes her head quickly. "Fine, I'm helping," she says as she crouches down next to you. "But stay where you are; I'm afraid you'll pop if you climb up here." <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm 2-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_quinn to true>>Quinn observes you for a long time, from head to toe, the seconds excruciating before she finally looks back at your face. "You're stuck?" She questions, nodding her head towards your arm. You grumble out an affirmative yes and she clicks her tongue. "Great," she groans, standing up and turning to the other woman. "This is a lost cause, Blair." She begins to climb down and you reach out, wrapping your fingers around her ankle with as much of your strength as you can muster. Her head snaps back down in your direction and she opens her mouth to demand you let her go when the other woman beats her to it. "Come on, Quinn," she says, her tone pleading. "What if that was you?" Quinn grumbles again but she returns to her position, crouching next to you. "So, what's the plan?" She stares at you intently, expecting you to have something, an idea at the ready. And though you haven't had all that long to think about it properly, your options are looking a little bleak.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We have to cut it off.\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you help me pull it out?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $cut_arm to true>>"You want me to cut off your arm?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, seemingly trying to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. Eventually she nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. "You got a knife?" <<if $knife is true>>Wordlessly, you reach for the hunting knife you'd taken from the store and unsheathe it to hand it to her, handle first. Her lips part as she simply stares at the sheer size of it before she shakes herself out of it. "Well, at least this should be quick."<</if>><<if $knife is false>>You shake your head and she sighs heavily before looking at Blair once more. "Think you can find something sharp down there?" "On it!" She watches as Blair leaves the room and you pray the kitchen is still standing. The sooner she finds something, the better and what better place to find a cutting instrument than a kitchen? She returns minutes later, huffing slightly and you get the sense that she's out of breath but you can't pinpoint why. "Will this work?" she asks and Quinn glances over. She inhales sharply, nodding as she reaches down for it. She comes back into your view and when she holds up the rusted bread knife for you to see, you grimace yourself. "Well, this is going to suck for you."<</if>> She takes a deep breath to steady her shaking hands before she addresses you once more. "Ready to lose an arm, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before gesturing with the knife. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as she brings the knife down to your skin, just above where your arm disappears beneath the rubble.<center><<button "Next" "xrv arm 2-4-1a">><</button>></center>

The pain isn't noticeable at first but then that first inital cut is over and it makes itself known to you in the form of a searing pain that spreads like wildfire throughout your entire body. Quinn grunts as she bears her weight down on you, the serrated knife ripping through flesh and muscle and you sink your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming. Though that does nothing to damper the sound and only really seems to accomplish filling your mouth with blood. By the time she's sawing through the bone, you're drenched in sweat and woozy from blood loss, but the pain isn't as bad anymore. As you fade in and out of consciousness, it's reduced to a throbbing ache and you breathe through clenched teeth, mentally counting off the seconds in the moments when you do find yourself awake. One minute and then two, and by the third minute, Quinn sits back on her haunches. <<if $knife is true>>She then slides the knife back in the sheath and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off what you have to assume is a glove on her left hand.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>She then tossess the knife aside and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off what you have to assume is a glove on her left hand.<</if>> With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your arm and your screams have reduced to agonished whimpers. She ignores you though and instead presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. All at once, your sense are overwhelmed by the pain, the blood spilling out of you, your inner flesh exposed to the fresh air. But above it all is a tugging sensation, your skin knitting itself back together and the wound closing itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, the pain is no more.<center><<button "Next" "xrv arm 2-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_quinn to true>>Quinn observes you for a long time, from head to toe, the seconds excruciating before she finally looks back at your face. "You're stuck?" She questions, nodding her head towards your leg. You grumble out an affirmative yes and she clicks her tongue. "Great," she groans, standing up and turning to the other woman. "This is a lost cause, Blair." She begins to climb down and you reach out, wrapping your fingers around her ankle with as much of your strength as you can muster. Her head snaps back down in your direction and she opens her mouth to demand you let her go when the other woman beats her to it. "Come on, Quinn," she says, her tone pleading. "What if that was you?" Quinn grumbles again but she returns to her position, crouching next to you. "So, what's the plan?" She stares at you intently, expecting you to have something, an idea at the ready. And though you haven't had all that long to think about it properly, your options are looking a little bleak.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"We have to cut it off.\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-4-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Can you help me pull it out?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-4-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

Voices pull your mind back to the surface. Somehow both close and far, you're able to distinguish two voices, both of them feminine. The words spoken come and go, muffled slightly by the headache ravaging your skull. You wince slightly as your senses come flooding back to you. "Guess I spoke too soon," the first voice states. "$They $is_are in fact still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed, Quinn," the second voice chastises, further away from you. "$IS_ARE $they okay?" "Not from where I'm standing." You tug your eyes open, momentarily blinded by sunlight before a skull comes into view. The left side of her face is a spiderweb of fractures that have long since healed over time, the bones more porous than than right side and you wrack your brain for what kind of injury could have caused that only to come up short. "Are you okay?" she asks, her tone flat and a clear mockery of the other woman. Your lips part on their own but the act of speaking proves to be signicantly more difficult. "Please help me," you manage to say and your tongue feels like sandpaper as it drags across your palate. The woman above you tilts her head to the side, watching you momentarily before she looks behind her. "$Theyre asking for help," she says, deferring to the woman out of sight as if awaiting her instruction. Though it doesn't particulary seem like she'd be willing to follow any order given to her. "So help $them!" Comes her disgruntled reply. "Don't make me come up there, Quinn!" Quinn sighs and shakes her head quickly. "Fine, I'm helping," she says as she crouches down next to you. "But stay where you are; I'm afraid you'll pop if you climb up here." <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg 2-3">><</button>></center>

<<set $lose_leg to true>>With all the effort you can muster, you lift your head and let your eyes rake over the rest of your body, ignoring the feeling of something wet dripping down the back of your neck. There, from the knee down, your left leg disappears beneath a pile of rubble. Bile begins to creep up your throat and you force yourself to look away. The bones in both your shin and foot are all shattered and you know that any attempt to pull it out will only result in more pain. You rest your head back against the rubble and close your eyes, simply breathing as you try to think of what to do. //Shit.// You need to get out, that much is obvious, you're just unsure of how. Unable to pull your leg out and too weak to physically dig it out, you're running out of options. And with your head pounding so hard you think it might cause another explosion, all you want to do is sleep. You know it's the wrong move; there's too much risk involved but the temptation and promise of bliss that comes with sleep is too much to ignore and before you know it, you're drifting off. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg 2-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $pull_arm to true>>"You think that'll work?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, seemingly trying to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. Eventually she nods. "Okay." She takes a deep breath to steady her shaking hands before she addresses you once more. "Ready to do this, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before nodding towards your arm. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as her fingers wrap around your leg, just above where the limb disappears beneath the rubble.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Next</div>' 'xrv arm 2-4-2a'>><</link>></center> </div>

The pain is immediate, a piercing agony that spreads like wildfire throughout your entire body. Quinn grunts as she tightens her grip, your skin beginning to tear and rip from the pressure and you sink your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming. Though that does nothing to damper the sound and only really seems to accomplish filling your mouth with blood. After a few excruciating moments, Quinn leans back and you cry out as she prods at your severed flesh with gloved fingers. "The bone's still intact," she says, out of breath before she glances around. Then she grabs a jagged rock and without hesitation, she slams the rock down on your arm, a scream ripping itself from your lungs. As you fade in and out of consciousness, you breathe through clenched teeth, mentally counting off the seconds in the moments when you do find yourself awake. One minute and then two, and by the third minute, Quinn sits back on her haunches. She then tossess the rock aside and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off what you have to assume is a glove on her left hand. With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your arm and your screams have reduced to agonished whimpers. She ignores you though and instead presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. All at once, your sense are overwhelmed by the pain, the blood spilling out of you, your inner flesh exposed to the fresh air. But above it all is a tugging sensation, your skin knitting itself back together and the wound closing itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, the pain is no more.<center><<button "Next" "xrv arm 2-5">><</button>></center>

<<if $knife is true>>Still woozy, you sit up and glance down at the space where your arm used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and your humerus ends in a clean, straight cut. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>Still woozy, you sit up and glance down at the space where your arm used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and your humerus ends in a jagged and uneven break. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>> There's no more blood, no more gore, no more pain. It's all just... //gone//. "I helped you," she replies as she puts her glove back on. "You're welcome, by the way." You look at her for a long moment, doing your best to decipher all the things about her you can't see. She reminds you a bit of Rae who has always been as stoic as stone but you don't need to see facials expressions or emotions to know what the truth is. "You're modded," you state and she looks at you, her eye sockets dark and cavernous and seemingly swallowing you whole. "You want a medal or something?" She doesn't wait for you to respond, instead grabbing your other arm and pulling you to your feet with a grunt. You sway momentarily, blinking away the nausea that ripples through your stomach. Then she's pulling down and you're stumbling over the rubble before you come face to face with who you can only assume is Blair. She's short and petite, a lot smaller than you thought she would be but you're too distracted by the baby in her womb to pay attention to anything else about her. "You're..." your words trail off as your eyes flick between her face and stomach. "Blair," she finishes for you, unaware of what initially gave you pause. You nod absently as you try to wrap your head around how anyone could want to procreate in a world like this.<<set $meet_blair to true>> <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm 2-6">><</button>></center>

Quinn huffs. "Great; now that introductions are over, we need to get out of here." She turns her attention to Blair and the woman perks up at the attention. "I'll let you babysit $them; I'm sure you could use the practise." She lets go of you after that and you almost fall over, unaware of how much you were leaning on her for support. Blair is quick to take your hand in hers and steady you, patience radiating off her while her more brusque counterpart walks out of the house without waiting for you. "Thank you," you say quickly, clearing your throat and allowing yourself a second to regain your balance and make sure you won't fall over. "You're welcome," she replies and you can't miss the sound of her smile in her voice. "I know Quinn seems harsh but it just takes her a while to warm up to people." Truth be told, you're not sure how much you really believe that and you can't help but glance down at Blair's stomach, wondering if maybe the reason she's is nicer to Blair is because of the life growing inside of her. But you choose to bite your tongue as the two of you follow after Quinn and it's only when the silence becomes more apparent do you realise you're still holding hands.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Squeeze her hand.🤍</div>' 'xrv arm 2-7-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing.</div>' 'xrv arm 2-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Let her hand go.</div>' 'xrv arm 2-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $cut_leg to true>>"You want me to cut off your leg?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, seemingly trying to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. Eventually she nods. "Okay," she says before taking a deep breath. "You got a knife?" <<if $knife is true>>Wordlessly, you reach for the hunting knife you'd taken from the store and unsheathe it to hand it to her, handle first. Her mouth falls open as she simply stares at the sheer size of it before she shakes herself out of it. "Well, at least this should be quick."<</if>><<if $knife is false>>You shake your head and she sighs heavily before looking at Blair once more. "Think you can find something sharp down there?" "On it!" She watches as Blair leaves the room and you pray the kitchen is still standing. The sooner she finds something, the better and what better place to find a cutting instrument than a kitchen? She returns minutes later, huffing slightly and you get the sense that she's out of breath but you can't pinpoint why. "Will this work?" she asks and Quinn glances over. She inhales sharply, nodding as she reaches down for it. She comes back into your view and when she holds up the rusted bread knife for you to see, you grimace yourself. "Well, this is going to suck for you."<</if>> She takes a deep breath to steady her shaking hands before she addresses you once more. "Ready to lose a leg, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before gesturing with the knife. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as she brings the knife down to your skin, just above where your leg disappears beneath the rubble.<center><<button "Next" "xrv leg 2-4-1a">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $pull_leg to true>>"You think that'll work?" She questions, uncertain, as she glances over her shoulder at Blair. "I'm open to other ideas if you have them." She looks at you for a long moment, seemingly trying to figure out whether you're serious or not before she comes to the conclusion that you are. Eventually she nods. "Okay." She takes a deep breath to steady her shaking hands before she addresses you once more. "Ready to do this, random stranger?" "$name," you tell her and she looks at you as if seeing you for the first time. "Nice to meet you," she says, though you can tell she doesn't quite mean it, before nodding towards your leg. "You ready, $name?" Nodding, you clench your jaw and watch as her fingers wrap around your leg, just above where the limb disappears beneath the rubble.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Next</div>' 'xrv leg 2-4-2a'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if $knife is true>>Still woozy, you sit up and glance down at the space where your leg used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and your femur ends in a clean, straight cut. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>Still woozy, you sit up and glance down at the space where your leg used to be. "What did you do?" you mumble. You're not understanding what you see. There's no more pain and your femur ends in a jagged and uneven break. Tentatively, you bring your fingers to the stump and suck in a breath as you prod at your flesh, expecting the worst and feeling nothing.<</if>> There's no more blood, no more gore, no more pain. It's all just... //gone//. "I helped you," she replies as she puts her glove back on. "You're welcome, by the way." You look at her for a long moment, doing your best to decipher all the things about her you can't see. She reminds you a bit of Rae who has always been as stoic as stone but you don't need to see facials expressions or emotions to know what the truth is. "You're modded," you state and she looks at you, her eye sockets dark and cavernous and seemingly swallowing you whole. "You want a medal or something?" She doesn't wait for you to respond, instead grabbing your arm and pulling you up with a grunt. You sway momentarily, not used to being so unbalanced, and you blink away the nausea that ripples through your stomach. Then she's throwing your arm over her shoulders, taking on most of your weight and you're stumbling over the rubble before you come face to face with who you can only assume is Blair. She's short and petite, a lot smaller than you thought she would be but you're too distracted by the baby in her womb to pay attention to anything else about her. "You're..." your words trail off as your eyes flick between her face and stomach. "Blair," she finishes for you, unaware of what initially gave you pause. You nod absently as you try to wrap your head around how anyone could want to procreate in a world like this.<<set $meet_blair to true>> <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg 2-6">><</button>></center>

Quinn huffs. "Great; now that introductions are over, we need to get out of here." She turns her attention to Blair and the woman perks up at the attention. "While we were up there, did you see anything down here $name could use as a walking stick?" She thinks for a moment, her head tilted to the side in a way that's oddly reminiscent of a puppy before she perks up again. "I think there are some fire pokers over there." You both watch as she waddles over to where a pile of bricks and rubble sit in place of the hearth. Then with more than a little effort, she unearths a fire poker almost half her height. "Good enough for me," Quinn says before you can get anything out yourself and she reaches for the poker. She then shoves it into your hand and lets you go rather unceremoniously. You lose your balance almost immediately and rush to balance yourself on the poker. She barely even glances at you to make sure you're still standing before she's moving to leave. "Let's go." You grunt in frustration as you try to figure out the mechanics of walking with only one leg and you realise that Blair is waiting patiently for you. She comes up next to you on your now dominant side and settles a hand on your back, offering you her support. "Thank you," you say quickly, clearing your throat and allowing yourself a second to regain your balance and make sure you won't fall over. "You're welcome," she replies and you can't miss the sound of her smile in her voice. "I know Quinn seems harsh but it just takes her a while to warm up to people." Truth be told, you're not sure how much you really believe that and you can't help but glance down at Blair's stomach, wondering if maybe the reason she's is nicer to Blair is because of the life growing inside of her. But you choose to bite your tongue as the two of you follow after Quinn, a lot slower than you would've liked, and it's only when the silence becomes more apparent do you realise she still has her hand on your back.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Lean into her touch.🤍</div>' 'xrv leg 2-7-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing.</div>' 'xrv leg 2-7-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Pull away from her.</div>' 'xrv leg 2-7-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

The pain isn't noticeable at first but then that first inital cut is over and it makes itself known to you in the form of a searing pain that spreads like wildfire throughout your entire body. Quinn grunts as she bears her weight down on you, the serrated knife ripping through flesh and muscle and you sink your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming. Though that does nothing to damper the sound and only really seems to accomplish filling your mouth with blood. By the time she's sawing through the bone, you're drenched in sweat and woozy from blood loss, but the pain isn't as bad anymore. As you fade in and out of consciousness, it's reduced to a throbbing ache and you breathe through clenched teeth, mentally counting off the seconds in the moments when you do find yourself awake. One minute and then two, and by the third minute, Quinn sits back on her haunches. <<if $knife is true>>She then slides the knife back in the sheath and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off what you have to assume is a glove on her left hand.<</if>><<if $knife is false>>She then tossess the knife aside and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off what you have to assume is a glove on her left hand.<</if>> With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your leg and your screams have reduced to agonished whimpers. She ignores you though and instead presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. All at once, your sense are overwhelmed by the pain, the blood spilling out of you, your inner flesh exposed to the fresh air. But above it all is a tugging sensation, your skin knitting itself back together and the wound closing itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, the pain is no more.<center><<button "Next" "xrv leg 2-5">><</button>></center>

The pain is immediate, a piercing agony that spreads like wildfire throughout your entire body. Quinn grunts as she tightens her grip, your skin beginning to tear and rip from the pressure and you sink your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming. Though that does nothing to damper the sound and only really seems to accomplish filling your mouth with blood. After a few excruciating moments, Quinn leans back and you cry out as she prods at your severed flesh with gloved fingers. "The bone's still intact," she says, out of breath before she glances around. Then she grabs a jagged rock and without hesitation, she slams the rock down on your leg, a scream ripping itself from your lungs. As you fade in and out of consciousness, you breathe through clenched teeth, mentally counting off the seconds in the moments when you do find yourself awake. One minute and then two, and by the third minute, Quinn sits back on her haunches. She then tossess the rock aside and you watch with blurry vision as she pulls off what you have to assume is a glove on her left hand. With her right hand, she grabs what's left of your leg and your screams have reduced to agonished whimpers. She ignores you though and instead presses her bare palm against your bleeding stump. All at once, your sense are overwhelmed by the pain, the blood spilling out of you, your inner flesh exposed to the fresh air. But above it all is a tugging sensation, your skin knitting itself back together and the wound closing itself under Quinn's influence. And when she finally removes her hand, the pain is no more.<center><<button "Next" "xrv leg 2-5">><</button>></center>

<<set $bla_rom to Math.clamp($bla_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You can't seem to help it, it's just something that seems to happen without any thought behind it but you catch sight of her smile widening and the tips of her ears turning pink. She's cute, innocence radiating off her in waves and you're desperate to get to know her better. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $blair_mistrust to true>>You notice her face falls ever so slightly out of the corner of your eye but you pay her no more mind. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $bla_rom to Math.clamp($bla_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You can't seem to help it, it's just something that seems to happen without any thought behind it but you catch sight of her smile widening and the tips of her ears turning pink. She's cute, innocence radiating off her in waves and you're desperate to get to know her better. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $blair_mistrust to true>>You notice her face falls ever so slightly out of the corner of your eye but you pay her no more mind. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $bla_rom to Math.clamp($bla_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You can't seem to help it, it's just something that seems to happen without any thought behind it but you catch sight of her smile widening and the tips of her ears turning pink. She's cute, innocence radiating off her in waves and you're desperate to get to know her better. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $blair_mistrust to true>>You notice her face falls ever so slightly out of the corner of your eye but you pay her no more mind. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $bla_rom to Math.clamp($bla_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You can't seem to help it, it's just something that seems to happen without any thought behind it but you catch sight of her smile widening and the tips of her ears turning pink. She's cute, innocence radiating off her in waves and you're desperate to get to know her better. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $blair_mistrust to true>>You notice her face falls ever so slightly out of the corner of your eye but you pay her no more mind. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following and you can't help but latch onto the look of unease on her. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $bla_rom to Math.clamp($bla_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You can't seem to help it, it's just something that seems to happen without any thought behind it but you feel her squeeze your hand back. She's cute, innocence radiating off her in waves and you're desperate to get to know her better. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you move to tug at the straps to make sure they're secure only to realise you don't have a free hand to do so. You long for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon but at the same time you're unwilling to let go of Blair's hand. You'll have to settle for the knowledge that it's still there at least.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $blair_mistrust to true>>You notice her wilt into herself out of the corner of your eye but you pay her no more mind. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you reach up to tug at the straps, making sure it's secure. It's uncomfortable to function with one arm, to now have to do the things you'd usually do with two hands with only one, but your need for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon outweigh everything else.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $bla_rom to Math.clamp($bla_rom + 10, 0, 100)>>You can't seem to help it, it's just something that seems to happen without any thought behind it but you feel her squeeze your hand back. She's cute, innocence radiating off her in waves and you're desperate to get to know her better. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $blair_mistrust to true>>You notice her wilt into herself out of the corner of your eye but you pay her no more mind. The streets are quiet but you tell yourself to remain vigilant; especially with your new disability, you're going to need to remain on constant watch. <<if $weapon is "bow">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your bow and quiver are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "crossbow">>You glance down to make sure your crossbow and quiver are still strapped to your hip and chest and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>You glance down at your hips to make sure your guns are still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>You glance down at your chest to make sure your rifle is still strapped to you and you tug at the straps to make sure they're secure, longing for the security of your fingers wrapped around your weapon.<</if>> Quinn glances back at you to make sure you're still following. She doesn't see you, not really, her focus entirely on Blair and you can't exactly blame her for that. You've only known the two of them for barely any time at all but you can already feel your own protective instinct building for your pregnant companion. Even if you're now just as vulnerable as her. You clear your throat and glance down at Blair, bringing her attention to you.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, how did you and Quinn meet?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"So, uh... where\'s the dad?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Are you modded too?\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

Blair's face lights up at your question, as if she's been waiting for someone to ask and give her the oppurtunity to tell the story. "She found me in the walk-in of an abandoned restaurant," she says, her bright smile at odds with the strangeness of her story. "I'd accidentally locked myself in and then Quinn's group showed up a few days later to rescue me." "You were locked in a walk-in freezer for //days//?" You ask, incredulous. She nods. "Three to be specific." "Lucky the power had been cut //before// she got herself trapped," Quinn quips. "Or she wouldn't have lived to tell tale." You think back for a moment, Blair's words playing over in your head until your mind latches onto one in particular. "You said 'Quinn's group'," you say slowly. "Does that mean there are more survivors? Are we going to meet up with them?" A tense silence passes momentarily between the two women before Quinn clears her throat. "There's no more group," she states, matter of fact, a sense of detachment coating her words. "Everyone's either dead or captured, though I'm guessing those two aren't mutually exclusive." <<if $leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>> <center><<button "\"Where are we going then?\"" "mc arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

You glance between her face and her belly, certain that if you tried hard enough, you'd be able to hear the baby's thoughts. //If// it has any at all; this is all new territory for you, you're not quite sure what to make of it. A pout disturbs Blair's face for a moment as she thinks before she shakes her head. "I'm not sure," she says and before she's even finished speaking, Quinn jumps in, an edge of anger in her voice. "If there's any good left in this world, he's long dead," she hisses. Blair gasps. "That's not very nice, Quinn!" "Neither was knocking you up and then abandoning you." She glances back at her, her blind eye unseeing but burning with a compassion that leaves you breathless. "Trust me, you and that baby are better off without him." She turns away once more, her neck tense and her back too straight, and Blair wilts ever so slightly next to you, her hands going to her belly. "He didn't know..." she tells you, quietly as if she doesn't want the other woman to hear and you take that as your sign to change the subject. <center><<button "\"Where are we going?\"" "mc arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

"I wish!" Blair says, sounding wistful. "It seems like a lot of fun." "If you ignore the negative effects," Quinn scoffs. "Then yeah, it's a real riot. Living the dream over here." Either Blair doesn't register that Quinn is being sarcastic or she simply doesn't care because she only shrugs and continues on like nothing else was said. "Maybe if I was modded, I wouldn't feel so useless all the time... Quinn does all the work to keep me safe and I don't have anything to offer in return." "Not true," the other woman says quickly. "You've got a pretty face to distract from the ugliness that's taken over the world." Blair pouts. "But I don't want to be just a pretty face, Quinn. I want to help you like you help me." There's a pause before Quinn replies, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "Your friendship is enough for me." You glance at Blair just time to catch the stunned look on her face morph into a bright red blush dusted across her cheeks and neck. You don't think Quinn has ever been so genuine before and you doubt you'll ever witness it again but for the sake of the woman next to you, you're glad to have witnessed it now. "And you, $name?" Blair asks suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. "Are you modded?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Yes.\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-4'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No.\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-8-5'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>Blair's face brightens significantly more, excited //for// you about your mod in a way that makes you feel weird. "What is it?" she asks and she stares at you imploringly with big green eyes and bated breath. "Mind control," you tell her and you can't help but feel a sense of detachment as you speak about your mod, as if it's not yourself you're talking about but someone else. "I can hear people's thoughts and control them if I really want to." "Wow," she breathes, starstruck. "And the negative effects?" Quinn interjects and the softness from before is immediately gone. You take a deep breath. "I'll eventually go insane from using it." Blair's face falls and Quinn shakes her head slowly, oddly sympathetic to your cause. "Can't believe we paid actual money for this shit." The silence takes over and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "mc arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $lie_to_blair to true>>The lie rolls off your tongue before you can stop yourself and you're not quite sure why you lied, only that you did. Perhaps it's a smart decision, one you're hoping works out in the long run, but for now you need to see it through. Blair blinks in surprise before she smiles again and there's something about it that makes you feel all the more guilty for lying. "Nothing wrong with that," she tells you and you force yourself to return her smile. Before the guilt eats away at you completely though, you tear your eyes away from her and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "mc arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

"Dunno," Quinn says with a shrug as she glances back at you briefly. "Somewhere far, far away from this shithole." You glance around, once again taking in your surroundings and it's then that you realise you're moving further and further away from your meeting point, from your friends, from your family. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>> "Wait, no," you rush to say and Quinn once again looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "We have to go back." Quinn rolls her eyes and turns away. "Absolutely not. We're trying //not// to die here." "But my family -" "Probably dead by now, just like anyone else that matters." "No," you insist. "They can't be." Quinn huffs, whirling around to face you and by this point, the three of you have stopped walking altogether. "Look, I don't know what to tell you, $name," she starts, her mismatched eyes burning right into you. "I'm not risking mine or Blair's life for people that I don't even know, or whether or not they're even still worth going back for." <center><<button "Next" "mc arm 2-10">><</button>></center>

You hold Quinn's eye contact for a long time, hoping to change her mind through that simple action. "I can't just abandon them." Quinn's face evens out and for a moment you think you've done it, but then she shrugs. "Well, good luck with that. C'mon, Blair." She begins to walk again but you remain glued to your spot and Blair has a conflicted look on her face as she looks between the two of you. "Quinn, wait -" "You heard $them," she snaps. "$They want$s to play rescuer; I'm not gonna stand in $their way." Beginning to feel hopeless, you scramble for some way to convince her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Use your mod</div>' 'mc arm 2-11-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn</div>' 'mc arm 2-11-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Blair</div>' 'mc arm 2-11-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $mc_mod to Math.clamp($mc_mod + 15, 0, 100)>>With a deep breath and all the strength you can muster, you reach out with your mod and prod at Quinn's thoughts, pushing and shaping them into what you want her to think. After a moment, she stops in her tracks and turns back around, a confused look on her face as she walks back over to you. "I changed my mind," she grumbles. "You said it was back that way?" She points to somewhere behind you and you've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. <<if $lie_to_blair is true>>The redhead blinks in surprise, her eyebrows pulling close together as she turns around. "She's never done that before," she says quietly and you look away, unable to face her as you follow Quinn. "She's usually pretty set in her ways." You hum. "Stranger things have happened, I guess," you mumble and she nods absently. No turning back now...<</if>><<if $lie_to_blair is false>>The redhead meets your eyes and a frown curls at her lips. "Did you do that?" she asks quietly and you chew on your bottom lip before nodding. "I really hope this works out for you, $name." You take a deep breath as you follow after Quinn. No turning back now...<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "mc arm go back 2-12">><</button>></center>

"Quinn, please!" You hurry after her, your head swimming with nausea at having to move so fast, and she slowly turns around. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looks at you pointedly. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't just abandon you here and now?" she asks and you inhale sharply, wracking your brain for something you could say to change her mind without actually having to use your mod to do so.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'m a good fighter, I can help keep you and Blair safe.\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-11-4'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can\'t do it alone. I need your help.\"</div>' 'mc arm 2-11-5'>><</link>></center> </div>

She raises an eyebrow at you, her mismatched eyes swimming in disbelief as they travel from your face to the empty space where your arm used to be. "You sure about that?" she questions and you turn your head away, looking to the ground. "That may have been true before, but a lot has changed for you. And until you figure your shit out, you're just a liability." "Harsh, Quinn," Blair mumbles as she comes up next to you and the other woman rolls her eyes again. "Doesn't make it any less true," she grumbles. "We're not turning back." <center><<button "Next" "mc arm ambush 2-12">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>She glares at you for a moment before her eyes flick away from your face. Finally, she heaves a sigh. "Fine," she grumbles. "But we're turning around at the first sign of danger." "Thank you," you say and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "You said it was back that way?" She points to somewhere behind you and you've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. The redhead blinks in surprise, her eyebrows pulling close together as she turns her bewildered expression on to you. "She's never done that before," she says quietly as you follow Quinn. "She's usually pretty set in her ways... I'm impressed." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm go back 2-12">><</button>></center>

You whirl around to face the redhead, your hand going to her shoulder to ground yourself. "Blair, //please//." <<if $blair_mistrust is false>>She stares at you for a moment, her green eyes big and full of sympathy before she gives a small nod. "Quinn, wait," she calls after her friend. "You promised." Quinn turns with a huff, an exasperated look on her face that seems to pull tight on her scars. "That was before $they suggested a suicide mission," she hisses as she storms back towards you. "Now I'm realising how much of a liabilty $they $is_are." Blair glares at her. "Then //I'll// go with $them," she says and both you and Quinn look at her in shock. "Since you want to be so stubborn." Quinn turns to you then, unamused. "I hope you understand just how lucky you are." Her eyes flick away from your face to somewhere behind you. "You said it was back that way?" You've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn to the redhead to find her beaming at you. "Thank you, Blair." She nods. "Of course. If I knew where my family was, I'd want to go after them too." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble and the two of you begin to follow Quinn. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm go back 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $blair_mistrust is true>>Blair avoids your eyes and gently pries your hand off her arm. "I'm sorry," she whispers and a single tear slips down her face. "Quinn's right." She moves away from you then, going after the other woman, and you're left standing there leaving you either with the choice to follow them or go back on your own. And as you glance down at the stump of your arm, a shocking wave of phantom limb pain shooting through you, you know which you have to pick. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm ambush 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>>

You retrace your steps in silence, wedged in between the two women, and the closer you get to your destination, you find yourself praying with every fibre of your being that you'll find them all. <<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>> if you'll ever get to kiss her again<<if $rae_rom < 50>> and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss her again <<if $rae_rom < 50>>and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>> You feel a soft nudge at your side that pulls you from your thoughts and you look to Blair to find her smiling sheepishly at you. "I wanted to ask about your family," she explains and your eyebrows shoot upward in surprise. "If that's okay?" She quickly adds after seeing your expression. "Yeah, sure," you reply before clearing your throat and schooling your face back into something neutral. "There's my dad; growing up, he used to be really strict but I've come to realise that he was just scared of anything bad happening to us. My sister, Dakota, she's a couple years older than me. We didn't always get along but I can't imagine my life without her." You glance at her briefly and she gives an encouraging smile to continue. "Then there's Felix, my best friend. We met in high school but I don't really remember a time he wasn't there by my side. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "mc arm go back 2-13">><</button>></center>

Blair's face lights up at your question, as if she's been waiting for someone to ask and give her the oppurtunity to tell the story. "She found me in the walk-in of an abandoned restaurant," she says, her bright smile at odds with the strangeness of her story. "I'd accidentally locked myself in and then Quinn's group showed up a few days later to rescue me." "You were locked in a walk-in freezer for //days//?" You ask, incredulous. She nods. "Three to be specific." "Lucky the power had been cut //before// she got herself trapped," Quinn quips. "Or she wouldn't have lived to tell tale." You think back for a moment, Blair's words playing over in your head until your mind latches onto one in particular. "You said 'Quinn's group'," you say slowly. "Does that mean there are more survivors? Are we going to meet up with them?" A tense silence passes momentarily between the two women before Quinn clears her throat. "There's no more group," she states, matter of fact, a sense of detachment coating her words. "Everyone's either dead or captured, though I'm guessing those two aren't mutually exclusive." <<if $leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>> <center><<button "\"Where are we going then?\"" "mc leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

You glance between her face and her belly, certain that if you tried hard enough, you'd be able to hear the baby's thoughts. //If// it has any at all; this is all new territory for you, you're not quite sure what to make of it. A pout disturbs Blair's face for a moment as she thinks before she shakes her head. "I'm not sure," she says and before she's even finished speaking, Quinn jumps in, an edge of anger in her voice. "If there's any good left in this world, he's long dead," she hisses. Blair gasps. "That's not very nice, Quinn!" "Neither was knocking you up and then abandoning you." She glances back at her, her blind eye unseeing but burning with a compassion that leaves you breathless. "Trust me, you and that baby are better off without him." She turns away once more, her neck tense and her back too straight, and Blair wilts ever so slightly next to you, her hands going to her belly. "He didn't know..." she tells you, quietly as if she doesn't want the other woman to hear and you take that as your sign to change the subject. <center><<button "\"Where are we going?\"" "mc leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

"I wish!" Blair says, sounding wistful. "It seems like a lot of fun." "If you ignore the negative effects," Quinn scoffs. "Then yeah, it's a real riot. Living the dream over here." Either Blair doesn't register that Quinn is being sarcastic or she simply doesn't care because she only shrugs and continues on like nothing else was said. "Maybe if I was modded, I wouldn't feel so useless all the time... Quinn does all the work to keep me safe and I don't have anything to offer in return." "Not true," the other woman says quickly. "You've got a pretty face to distract from the ugliness that's taken over the world." Blair pouts. "But I don't want to be just a pretty face, Quinn. I want to help you like you help me." There's a pause before Quinn replies, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "Your friendship is enough for me." You glance at Blair just time to catch the stunned look on her face morph into a bright red blush dusted across her cheeks and neck. You don't think Quinn has ever been so genuine before and you doubt you'll ever witness it again but for the sake of the woman next to you, you're glad to have witnessed it now. "And you, $name?" Blair asks suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. "Are you modded?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Yes.\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-4'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No.\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-8-5'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>Blair's face brightens significantly more, excited //for// you about your mod in a way that makes you feel weird. "What is it?" she asks and she stares at you imploringly with big green eyes and bated breath. "Mind control," you tell her and you can't help but feel a sense of detachment as you speak about your mod, as if it's not yourself you're talking about but someone else. "I can hear people's thoughts and control them if I really want to." "Wow," she breathes, starstruck. "And the negative effects?" Quinn interjects and the softness from before is immediately gone. You take a deep breath. "I'll eventually go insane from using it." Blair's face falls and Quinn shakes her head slowly, oddly sympathetic to your cause. "Can't believe we paid actual money for this shit." The silence takes over and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "mc leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $lie_to_blair to true>>The lie rolls off your tongue before you can stop yourself and you're not quite sure why you lied, only that you did. Perhaps it's a smart decision, one you're hoping works out in the long run, but for now you need to see it through. Blair blinks in surprise before she smiles again and there's something about it that makes you feel all the more guilty for lying. "Nothing wrong with that," she tells you and you force yourself to return her smile. Before the guilt eats away at you completely though, you tear your eyes away from her and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "mc leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

"Dunno," Quinn says with a shrug as she glances back at you briefly. "Somewhere far, far away from this shithole." You glance around, once again taking in your surroundings and it's then that you realise you're moving further and further away from your meeting point, from your friends, from your family. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>> "Wait, no," you rush to say and Quinn once again looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "We have to go back." Quinn rolls her eyes and turns away. "Absolutely not. We're trying //not// to die here." "But my family -" "Probably dead by now, just like anyone else that matters." "No," you insist. "They can't be." Quinn huffs, whirling around to face you and by this point, the three of you have stopped walking altogether. "Look, I don't know what to tell you, $name," she starts, her mismatched eyes burning right into you. "I'm not risking mine or Blair's life for people that I don't even know, or whether or not they're even still worth going back for." <center><<button "Next" "mc leg 2-10">><</button>></center>

You hold Quinn's eye contact for a long time, hoping to change her mind through that simple action. "I can't just abandon them." Quinn's face evens out and for a moment you think you've done it, but then she shrugs. "Well, good luck with that. C'mon, Blair." She begins to walk again but you remain glued to your spot and Blair has a conflicted look on her face as she looks between the two of you. "Quinn, wait -" "You heard $them," she snaps. "$They want$s to play rescuer; I'm not gonna stand in $their way." Beginning to feel hopeless, you scramble for some way to convince her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Use your mod</div>' 'mc leg 2-11-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn</div>' 'mc leg 2-11-2'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Blair</div>' 'mc leg 2-11-3'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $merciful to Math.clamp($merciful - 10, 0, 100), $ruthless to Math.clamp($ruthless + 10, 0, 100), $mc_mod to Math.clamp($mc_mod + 15, 0, 100)>>With a deep breath and all the strength you can muster, you reach out with your mod and prod at Quinn's thoughts, pushing and shaping them into what you want her to think. After a moment, she stops in her tracks and turns back around, a confused look on her face as she walks back over to you. "I changed my mind," she grumbles. "You said it was back that way?" She points to somewhere behind you and you've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. <<if $lie_to_blair is true>>The redhead blinks in surprise, her eyebrows pulling close together as she turns around. "She's never done that before," she says quietly and you look away, unable to face her as you follow Quinn. "She's usually pretty set in her ways." You hum. "Stranger things have happened, I guess," you mumble and she nods absently. No turning back now...<</if>><<if $lie_to_blair is false>>The redhead meets your eyes and a frown curls at her lips. "Did you do that?" she asks quietly and you chew on your bottom lip before nodding. "I really hope this works out for you, $name." You take a deep breath as you follow after Quinn. No turning back now...<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "mc leg go back 2-12">><</button>></center>

"Quinn, please!" You stumble after her, your head swimming with nausea at having to move so fast, and she slowly turns around. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looks at you pointedly. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't just abandon you here and now?" she asks and you inhale sharply, wracking your brain for something you could say to change her mind without actually having to use your mod to do so.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'m a good fighter, I can help keep you and Blair safe.\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-11-4'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can\'t do it alone. I need your help.\"</div>' 'mc leg 2-11-5'>><</link>></center> </div>

She raises an eyebrow at you, her mismatched eyes swimming in disbelief as they travel from your face to the empty space where your leg used to be. "You sure about that?" she questions and you turn your head away, looking to the ground. "That may have been true before, but a lot has changed for you. And until you figure your shit out, you're just a liability." "Harsh, Quinn," Blair mumbles as she comes up next to you and the other woman rolls her eyes again. "Doesn't make it any less true," she grumbles. "We're not turning back." <center><<button "Next" "mc leg ambush 2-12">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>She glares at you for a moment before her eyes flick away from your face. Finally, she heaves a sigh. "Fine," she grumbles. "But we're turning around at the first sign of danger." "Thank you," you say and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "You said it was back that way?" She points to somewhere behind you and you've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. The redhead blinks in surprise, her eyebrows pulling close together as she turns her bewildered expression on to you. "She's never done that before," she says quietly as you follow Quinn. "She's usually pretty set in her ways... I'm impressed." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg go back 2-12">><</button>></center>

You whirl around to face the redhead, your free hand going to her shoulder to ground yourself. "Blair, //please//." <<if $blair_mistrust is false>>She stares at you for a moment, her green eyes big and full of sympathy before she gives a small nod. "Quinn, wait," she calls after her friend. "You promised." Quinn turns with a huff, an exasperated look on her face that seems to pull tight on her scars. "That was before $they suggested a suicide mission," she hisses as she storms back towards you. "Now I'm realising how much of a liabilty $they $is_are." Blair glares at her. "Then //I'll// go with $them," she says and both you and Quinn look at her in shock. "Since you want to be so stubborn." Quinn turns to you then, unamused. "I hope you understand just how lucky you are." Her eyes flick away from your face to somewhere behind you. "You said it was back that way?" You've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn to the redhead to find her beaming at you. "Thank you, Blair." She nods. "Of course. If I knew where my family was, I'd want to go after them too." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble and the two of you begin to follow Quinn. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm go back 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $blair_mistrust is true>>Blair avoids your eyes and gently pries your hand off her arm. "I'm sorry," she whispers and a single tear slips down her face. "Quinn's right." She moves away from you then, going after the other woman, and you're left standing there leaving you either with the choice to follow them or go back on your own. And as you glance down at the stump of your leg, a shocking wave of phantom limb pain shooting through you, you know which you have to pick. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg ambush 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>>

You retrace your steps in silence, wedged in between the two women, and the closer you get to your destination, you find yourself praying with every fibre of your being that you'll find them all. <<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss her again <<if $rae_rom < 50>>and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss her again <<if $rae_rom < 50>>and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>> You feel a soft nudge at your side that pulls you from your thoughts and you look to Blair to find her smiling sheepishly at you. "I wanted to ask about your family," she explains and your eyebrows shoot upward in surprise. "If that's okay?" She quickly adds after seeing your expression. "Yeah, sure," you reply before clearing your throat and schooling your face back into something neutral. "There's my dad; growing up, he used to be really strict but I've come to realise that he was just scared of anything bad happening to us. My sister, Dakota, she's a couple years older than me. We didn't always get along but I can't imagine my life without her." You glance at her briefly and she gives an encouraging smile to continue. "Then there's Felix, my best friend. We met in high school but I don't really remember a time he wasn't there by my side. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "mc leg go back 2-13">><</button>></center>

Blair's face lights up at your question, as if she's been waiting for someone to ask and give her the oppurtunity to tell the story. "She found me in the walk-in of an abandoned restaurant," she says, her bright smile at odds with the strangeness of her story. "I'd accidentally locked myself in and then Quinn's group showed up a few days later to rescue me." "You were locked in a walk-in freezer for //days//?" You ask, incredulous. She nods. "Three to be specific." "Lucky the power had been cut //before// she got herself trapped," Quinn quips. "Or she wouldn't have lived to tell tale." You think back for a moment, Blair's words playing over in your head until your mind latches onto one in particular. "You said 'Quinn's group'," you say slowly. "Does that mean there are more survivors? Are we going to meet up with them?" A tense silence passes momentarily between the two women before Quinn clears her throat. "There's no more group," she states, matter of fact, a sense of detachment coating her words. "Everyone's either dead or captured, though I'm guessing those two aren't mutually exclusive." <<if $leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>> <center><<button "\"Where are we going then?\"" "sr arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

You glance between her face and her belly, wondering how she got in this situation. A pout disturbs Blair's face for a moment as she thinks before she shakes her head. "I'm not sure," she says and before she's even finished speaking, Quinn jumps in, an edge of anger in her voice. "If there's any good left in this world, he's long dead," she hisses. Blair gasps. "That's not very nice, Quinn!" "Neither was knocking you up and then abandoning you." She glances back at her, her blind eye unseeing but burning with a compassion that leaves you breathless. "Trust me, you and that baby are better off without him." She turns away once more, her neck tense and her back too straight, and Blair wilts ever so slightly next to you, her hands going to her belly. "He didn't know..." she tells you, quietly as if she doesn't want the other woman to hear and you take that as your sign to change the subject. <center><<button "\"Where are we going?\"" "sr arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

"I wish!" Blair says, sounding wistful. "It seems like a lot of fun." "If you ignore the negative effects," Quinn scoffs. "Then yeah, it's a real riot. Living the dream over here." Either Blair doesn't register that Quinn is being sarcastic or she simply doesn't care because she only shrugs and continues on like nothing else was said. "Maybe if I was modded, I wouldn't feel so useless all the time... Quinn does all the work to keep me safe and I don't have anything to offer in return." "Not true," the other woman says quickly. "You've got a pretty face to distract from the ugliness that's taken over the world." Blair pouts. "But I don't want to be just a pretty face, Quinn. I want to help you like you help me." There's a pause before Quinn replies, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "Your friendship is enough for me." You glance at Blair just time to catch the stunned look on her face morph into a bright red blush dusted across her cheeks and neck. You don't think Quinn has ever been so genuine before and you doubt you'll ever witness it again but for the sake of the woman next to you, you're glad to have witnessed it now. "And you, $name?" Blair asks suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. "Are you modded?" You glance at Quinn's back briefly, wondering if she's still paying attention and if she'll call you out if you lie to Blair. "Yes," you say after a moment. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm 2-8-4">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>Blair's face brightens significantly more, excited //for// you about your mod in a way that makes you feel weird. "What is it?" she asks and she stares at you imploringly with big green eyes and bated breath. "Sense removal," you tell her and you can't help but feel a sense of detachment as you speak about your mod, as if it's not yourself you're talking about but someone else. "I can remove one or more of a person's senses at a time." "Wow," she breathes, starstruck. "And the negative effects?" Quinn interjects and the softness from before is immediately gone. You take a deep breath. "I'll lose the same sense that I take away for that time." Blair's face falls and Quinn shakes her head slowly, oddly sympathetic to your cause. "Can't believe we paid actual money for this shit." The silence takes over and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "sr arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

"Dunno," Quinn says with a shrug as she glances back at you briefly. "Somewhere far, far away from this shithole." You glance around, once again taking in your surroundings and it's then that you realise you're moving further and further away from your meeting point, from your friends, from your family. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>> "Wait, no," you rush to say and Quinn once again looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "We have to go back." Quinn rolls her eyes and turns away. "Absolutely not. We're trying //not// to die here." "But my family -" "Probably dead by now, just like anyone else that matters." "No," you insist. "They can't be." Quinn huffs, whirling around to face you and by this point, the three of you have stopped walking altogether. "Look, I don't know what to tell you, $name," she starts, her mismatched eyes burning right into you. "I'm not risking mine or Blair's life for people that I don't even know, or whether or not they're even still worth going back for." <center><<button "Next" "sr arm 2-10">><</button>></center>

You hold Quinn's eye contact for a long time, hoping to change her mind through that simple action. "I can't just abandon them." Quinn's face evens out and for a moment you think you've done it, but then she shrugs. "Well, good luck with that. C'mon, Blair." She begins to walk again but you remain glued to your spot and Blair has a conflicted look on her face as she looks between the two of you. "Quinn, wait -" "You heard $them," she snaps. "$They want$s to play rescuer; I'm not gonna stand in $their way." Beginning to feel hopeless, you scramble for some way to convince her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn</div>' 'sr arm 2-11-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Blair</div>' 'sr arm 2-11-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"Quinn, please!" You hurry after her, your head swimming with nausea at having to move so fast, and she slowly turns around. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looks at you pointedly. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't just abandon you here and now?" she asks and you inhale sharply, wracking your brain for something you could say to change her mind.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'m a good fighter, I can help keep you and Blair safe.\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-11-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can\'t do it alone. I need your help.\"</div>' 'sr arm 2-11-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

You whirl around to face the redhead, your hand going to her shoulder to ground yourself. "Blair, //please//." <<if $blair_mistrust is false>>She stares at you for a moment, her green eyes big and full of sympathy before she gives a small nod. "Quinn, wait," she calls after her friend. "You promised." Quinn turns with a huff, an exasperated look on her face that seems to pull tight on her scars. "That was before $they suggested a suicide mission," she hisses as she storms back towards you. "Now I'm realising how much of a liabilty $they $is_are." Blair glares at her. "Then //I'll// go with $them," she says and both you and Quinn look at her in shock. "Since you want to be so stubborn." Quinn turns to you then, unamused. "I hope you understand just how lucky you are." Her eyes flick away from your face to somewhere behind you. "You said it was back that way?" You've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn to the redhead to find her beaming at you. "Thank you, Blair." She nods. "Of course. If I knew where my family was, I'd want to go after them too." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble and the two of you begin to follow Quinn. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm go back 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $blair_mistrust is true>>Blair avoids your eyes and gently pries your hand off her arm. "I'm sorry," she whispers and a single tear slips down her face. "Quinn's right." She moves away from you then, going after the other woman, and you're left standing there leaving you either with the choice to follow them or go back on your own. And as you glance down at the stump of your arm, a shocking wave of phantom limb pain shooting through you, you know which you have to pick. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm ambush 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>>

She raises an eyebrow at you, her mismatched eyes swimming in disbelief as they travel from your face to the empty space where your arm used to be. "You sure about that?" she questions and you turn your head away, looking to the ground. "That may have been true before, but a lot has changed for you. And until you figure your shit out, you're just a liability." "Harsh, Quinn," Blair mumbles as she comes up next to you and the other woman rolls her eyes again. "Doesn't make it any less true," she grumbles. "We're not turning back." <center><<button "Next" "sr arm ambush 2-12">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>She glares at you for a moment before her eyes flick away from your face. Finally, she heaves a sigh. "Fine," she grumbles. "But we're turning around at the first sign of danger." "Thank you," you say and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "You said it was back that way?" She points to somewhere behind you and you've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. The redhead blinks in surprise, her eyebrows pulling close together as she turns her bewildered expression on to you. "She's never done that before," she says quietly as you follow Quinn. "She's usually pretty set in her ways... I'm impressed." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm go back 2-12">><</button>></center>

Blair's face lights up at your question, as if she's been waiting for someone to ask and give her the oppurtunity to tell the story. "She found me in the walk-in of an abandoned restaurant," she says, her bright smile at odds with the strangeness of her story. "I'd accidentally locked myself in and then Quinn's group showed up a few days later to rescue me." "You were locked in a walk-in freezer for //days//?" You ask, incredulous. She nods. "Three to be specific." "Lucky the power had been cut //before// she got herself trapped," Quinn quips. "Or she wouldn't have lived to tell tale." You think back for a moment, Blair's words playing over in your head until your mind latches onto one in particular. "You said 'Quinn's group'," you say slowly. "Does that mean there are more survivors? Are we going to meet up with them?" A tense silence passes momentarily between the two women before Quinn clears her throat. "There's no more group," she states, matter of fact, a sense of detachment coating her words. "Everyone's either dead or captured, though I'm guessing those two aren't mutually exclusive." <<if $leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>> <center><<button "\"Where are we going then?\"" "sr leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

You glance between her face and her belly, wondering how she got in this situation. A pout disturbs Blair's face for a moment as she thinks before she shakes her head. "I'm not sure," she says and before she's even finished speaking, Quinn jumps in, an edge of anger in her voice. "If there's any good left in this world, he's long dead," she hisses. Blair gasps. "That's not very nice, Quinn!" "Neither was knocking you up and then abandoning you." She glances back at her, her blind eye unseeing but burning with a compassion that leaves you breathless. "Trust me, you and that baby are better off without him." She turns away once more, her neck tense and her back too straight, and Blair wilts ever so slightly next to you, her hands going to her belly. "He didn't know..." she tells you, quietly as if she doesn't want the other woman to hear and you take that as your sign to change the subject. <center><<button "\"Where are we going?\"" "sr leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

"I wish!" Blair says, sounding wistful. "It seems like a lot of fun." "If you ignore the negative effects," Quinn scoffs. "Then yeah, it's a real riot. Living the dream over here." Either Blair doesn't register that Quinn is being sarcastic or she simply doesn't care because she only shrugs and continues on like nothing else was said. "Maybe if I was modded, I wouldn't feel so useless all the time... Quinn does all the work to keep me safe and I don't have anything to offer in return." "Not true," the other woman says quickly. "You've got a pretty face to distract from the ugliness that's taken over the world." Blair pouts. "But I don't want to be just a pretty face, Quinn. I want to help you like you help me." There's a pause before Quinn replies, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "Your friendship is enough for me." You glance at Blair just time to catch the stunned look on her face morph into a bright red blush dusted across her cheeks and neck. You don't think Quinn has ever been so genuine before and you doubt you'll ever witness it again but for the sake of the woman next to you, you're glad to have witnessed it now. "And you, $name?" Blair asks suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. "Are you modded?" You glance at Quinn's back briefly, wondering if she's still paying attention and if she'll call you out if you lie to Blair. "Yes," you say after a moment. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg 2-8-4">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>Blair's face brightens significantly more, excited //for// you about your mod in a way that makes you feel weird. "What is it?" she asks and she stares at you imploringly with big green eyes and bated breath. "Sense removal," you tell her and you can't help but feel a sense of detachment as you speak about your mod, as if it's not yourself you're talking about but someone else. "I can remove one or more of a person's senses at a time." "Wow," she breathes, starstruck. "And the negative effects?" Quinn interjects and the softness from before is immediately gone. You take a deep breath. "I'll lose the same sense that I take away for that time." Blair's face falls and Quinn shakes her head slowly, oddly sympathetic to your cause. "Can't believe we paid actual money for this shit." The silence takes over and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "sr leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

"Dunno," Quinn says with a shrug as she glances back at you briefly. "Somewhere far, far away from this shithole." You glance around, once again taking in your surroundings and it's then that you realise you're moving further and further away from your meeting point, from your friends, from your family. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>> "Wait, no," you rush to say and Quinn once again looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "We have to go back." Quinn rolls her eyes and turns away. "Absolutely not. We're trying //not// to die here." "But my family -" "Probably dead by now, just like anyone else that matters." "No," you insist. "They can't be." Quinn huffs, whirling around to face you and by this point, the three of you have stopped walking altogether. "Look, I don't know what to tell you, $name," she starts, her mismatched eyes burning right into you. "I'm not risking mine or Blair's life for people that I don't even know, or whether or not they're even still worth going back for." <center><<button "Next" "sr leg 2-10">><</button>></center>

You hold Quinn's eye contact for a long time, hoping to change her mind through that simple action. "I can't just abandon them." Quinn's face evens out and for a moment you think you've done it, but then she shrugs. "Well, good luck with that. C'mon, Blair." She begins to walk again but you remain glued to your spot and Blair has a conflicted look on her face as she looks between the two of you. "Quinn, wait -" "You heard $them," she snaps. "$They want$s to play rescuer; I'm not gonna stand in $their way." Beginning to feel hopeless, you scramble for some way to convince her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn</div>' 'sr leg 2-11-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Blair</div>' 'sr leg 2-11-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"Quinn, please!" You stumble after her, your head swimming with nausea at having to move so fast, and she slowly turns around. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looks at you pointedly. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't just abandon you here and now?" she asks and you inhale sharply, wracking your brain for something you could say to change her mind.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'m a good fighter, I can help keep you and Blair safe.\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-11-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can\'t do it alone. I need your help.\"</div>' 'sr leg 2-11-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She raises an eyebrow at you, her mismatched eyes swimming in disbelief as they travel from your face to the empty space where your leg used to be. "You sure about that?" she questions and you turn your head away, looking to the ground. "That may have been true before, but a lot has changed for you. And until you figure your shit out, you're just a liability." "Harsh, Quinn," Blair mumbles as she comes up next to you and the other woman rolls her eyes again. "Doesn't make it any less true," she grumbles. "We're not turning back." <center><<button "Next" "sr leg ambush 2-12">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>She glares at you for a moment before her eyes flick away from your face. Finally, she heaves a sigh. "Fine," she grumbles. "But we're turning around at the first sign of danger." "Thank you," you say and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "You said it was back that way?" She points to somewhere behind you and you've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. The redhead blinks in surprise, her eyebrows pulling close together as she turns her bewildered expression on to you. "She's never done that before," she says quietly as you follow Quinn. "She's usually pretty set in her ways... I'm impressed." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg go back 2-12">><</button>></center>

You whirl around to face the redhead, your free hand going to her shoulder to ground yourself. "Blair, //please//." <<if $blair_mistrust is false>>She stares at you for a moment, her green eyes big and full of sympathy before she gives a small nod. "Quinn, wait," she calls after her friend. "You promised." Quinn turns with a huff, an exasperated look on her face that seems to pull tight on her scars. "That was before $they suggested a suicide mission," she hisses as she storms back towards you. "Now I'm realising how much of a liabilty $they $is_are." Blair glares at her. "Then //I'll// go with $them," she says and both you and Quinn look at her in shock. "Since you want to be so stubborn." Quinn turns to you then, unamused. "I hope you understand just how lucky you are." Her eyes flick away from your face to somewhere behind you. "You said it was back that way?" You've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn to the redhead to find her beaming at you. "Thank you, Blair." She nods. "Of course. If I knew where my family was, I'd want to go after them too." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble and the two of you begin to follow Quinn. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg go back 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $blair_mistrust is true>>Blair avoids your eyes and gently pries your hand off her arm. "I'm sorry," she whispers and a single tear slips down her face. "Quinn's right." She moves away from you then, going after the other woman, and you're left standing there leaving you either with the choice to follow them or go back on your own. And as you glance down at the stump of your leg, a shocking wave of phantom limb pain shooting through you, you know which you have to pick. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg ambush 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>>

The silence spans hours and you can't seem to help but feel betrayed by Quinn and Blair despite the two woman being near strangers. It's silly really, you can't exactly blame them for not wanting to go back with you; it's a suicide mission on all accounts and just like Quinn said, they have no real reason to //want// to help. But on the other hand, this is your //family//, the only people you've been able to count on for months and after already losing one friend in this endeavor, you just can't believe you're losing everyone else too. You find yourself watching Quinn. Standing on her blind side, she's unaware of your staring and perhaps that's why you feel such a morbid fascination in doing so. Her face is even, gone is the scowl and utter disdain she previously bestowed on you, and you catch her seeing eye flicking between your surrounds, constantly on look out for any sign of danger. Her back is straight, her gait stiff and she clutches a staff in her right hand so tightly, you can envision the wood splintering beneath her gloved fingers. She's made herself unapproachable in everyway and you imagine that must work quite nicely to deter anyone who doesn't pose any real threat. <center>''[What do you think of Quinn?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility but that doesn\'t mean you have to like her.</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-13'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility and you admire her for it.</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-14'>><</link>></center> </div>

It makes sense why she's so unwilling to help, to risk her own life for someone she doesn't know but you're stuck together now. Whether either of you like it or not, you need to rely on each other for survival and with the way Quinn acts, you can't exactly imagine yourself going out of your way to help her willingly. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even, sweat breaking out on her face despite the dropping temperatures. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>In a world like this it's every person for themself and Quinn is just doing what she needs to in order to keep her and Blair alive. You don't imagine you'd be any different if you were in her shoes; you just wish it weren't at the expense of your family. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even, sweat breaking out on her face despite the dropping temperatures. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>>"Quinn," you call out, attempting to get the woman's attention but she barely even tilts her head in acknowledgement that she heard you. "Quinn, we have to stop." "No way," she replies, and you watch from behind as she shifts her staff from her right hand to her left. "We still have a few hours of daylight; we have to keep moving." You roll your eyes. "I somehow don't think Blair is going to last a few hours." At mention of the other woman's name, Quinn immediately stops and spins on her feet, concern pulling awkwardly at the scars on her face. "Blair, tell me what's wrong," she says. "Are you hurt somewhere?" She's just beginning to shuck off her gloves when Blair shakes her head. "I'm fine," she replies, though her heavy breathing and her face turning bright red betray how truly not fine she is. "We can keep going." <center><<button "Next" "mc arm ambush 2-15-1">><<set $PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1>><</button>></center><<case 2>>Quinn observes her friend for a moment before she clicks her tongue. "You're huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf," she states. "We should find some place to set up camp. Not out here though, we're too exposed." "I think I see a barn in the distance," Blair offers weakly and Quinn glances over her shoulder to confirm it. "And get blown up like stumpy over there?" She says, nodding towards you and you shoot her a glare in response, still feeling sensitive about the loss of your limb. "No way, it's too risky. There's a forest behind it though where we can set up camp; think you can make it that far?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn leans forward, cupping her face, and kisses her cheek before she starts walking again. You can't take your eyes off Blair however and you wonder if there's anything you can do to help her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div><</switch>>

You don't know that there's anything you can do for her - at this point, you yourself are even struggling to stay standing - so you just keep pressing on. One foot in front of the other, you remind yourself. You don't see that you have any other choice. Suddenly Quinn stops and she turns to face you. "There's a forest up ahead," she says. "We can set up camp there before night fall." Her seeing eye flicks over to Blair and concern tugs awkwardly at the scars on her face. "We're almost there, Blair, I promise. Think you can make it just a little longer?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn looks at her for a moment longer before she turns to you. "Keep an eye on her, will you?" She doesn't give you a moment to reply though before she's turning away and walking again. You spare a glance over at Blair and wonder if maybe there is something you can do for her after all.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Leave her be</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

You reach your arm out to her and she blinks, staring at it in confusion before she glances up at your face. "Take it," you urge her. "Lean on me; I'll support you." You can see the hesitation on her face, the 'are you sure?' on the tip of her tongue, but after a moment she agrees and takes a hold of your arm. She leans against you, and you have to adjust your footing to compensate for the weight she puts on you, but you can already tell it's easier for her. And even though your body is wracked with aches and pains of its own, you just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost an arm, you don't want to lose a leg too by being reckless. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

You feel for Blair, you really do; but with your own body feeling like it's seconds from shutting down, you need to worry about yourself first. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost an arm, you don't want to lose a leg too by being reckless. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

The trees open up to a clearing, a small river running through its center and you finally come to a stop. "We'll set up camp here for tonight," Quinn announces as she guides Blair over to a tree stump and the other woman takes the seat gratefully. "Best make yourself comfortable, $name. It's going to be a long night." "How did you know this was here?" you ask her, gesturing to the river and Quinn raises an eyebrow at you as she approaches to stand next to you. "I didn't," she states. "But my parent's were survivalists; I know what to look for." You look down at the river, the water rushing at your feet and your throat tightens, painfully parched. "If you're thirsty, we'll need to get a fire going. My mod's no use against cholera." "Right," you mutter and you turn away from the river, worried that if you look at it any longer, you'll throw all caution to the wind and plunge your head right in. She suddenly claps you on the back and you look at her, startled. "I'll collect some wood," she says. "Stay with Blair." It's a command more than a suggestion and she sets off on her task, leaving no room for arguments. With a sigh, you make your way over to Blair and sit on the ground next to her. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm ambush 2-18">><</button>></center>

<<if $weapon is "crossbow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and quiver off your back, dumping both on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "bow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag, bow and quiver off your back, dumping all three on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and rifle off your back, dumping both on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your feet.<</if>> Blair looks down at you and offers you a small smile, though it's not quite enough to mask her discomfort. "Yeah," she responds weakly and you watch her hands move to cradle her belly. "He's just very active today." "He?" you repeat. "You think it's a boy?" "I guess so." She shrugs. "That's just always how I imagine him at least." You nod and lapse into silence as you watch her. She stares up at the trees, a look of wide eyed innocence on her face and you can't help but prod at her thoughts, wanting to know what she's thinking. //She likes the quiet. She thinks the trees are beautiful. She wishes her mother was here with her.// You look away from her, pulling your mod back, and stare at your boots, feeling guilty for prying into her thoughts. <<if $lie_to_blair is true>>It feels too cruel, especially after lying to her about being modded in the first place.<</if>> Before you can worry about it for too long, however, Quinn reappears with her arms full of sticks and tinder. She walks up to the two of you, drops her haul on the ground and without a word, sets about building a fire. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm ambush 2-19">><</button>></center>

By the time night falls, the fire is raging and Quinn divvied up the last of her rations consisting of dried meat and fruit leather - though you both gave most of it to Blair. You were even able to quench your thirst with water Quinn was able to boil in the dented metal canteen cup she had in her backpack. <<if $blanket is false>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat and a thin sleeping bag on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>><<if $blanket is true>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat, a thin sleeping bag and the emergency blanket you took from the camping store on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>> "You should sleep," Quinn says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts and you look up at her to find her staring into the flames. Reaching out with your mod, you're surprised to discover she's not afraid of the fire. "We'll need to get an early start tomorrow." "What about you?" You ask and she finally looks at you, her face uncharacteristically expressionless. "I'll keep watch," she says simply, her words leaving no invitation for response, before she turns her attention back to the fire. Glancing between her and Blair's sleeping form, you wonder how much of a regular occurence this is, with the former staying up and doing what she can to protect both of them while letting the latter rest. You have a sneaking suspicion it happens more often than not and you have to ask yourself whether listening to Quinn will do more harm than good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer to keep watch instead</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-20-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Listen to Quinn and go to sleep</div>' 'mc arm ambush 2-21-1'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>"Let me," you say and she looks back at you, confused. You clear your throat to clarify. "I'll keep watch. You probably need sleep more than I do." Quinn looks away from you and to somewhere in the dark trees, shaking her head. "But I don't trust you," she says quietly. "I don't know you enough to trust you." "Believe what you want," you tell her. "Trust me or don't; I don't care. But I won't let anything happen to you or Blair. I give you my word." She stares at you for a long moment, her seeing eye boring straight through you and you think you see tears building in her eyes before the moment's gone entirely. "And what if your word means nothing to me?" You shrug your shoulders, exasperated. "You two are kind of all I have currently. As much as we evidently don't like each other, I'd rather not be alone." You look away from her to the fire, hoping that it can warm you up somewhere deep inside. "I won't do anything to jeopardise that." You hear her heave a sigh and grumble quietly to herself before she concedes. "Fine," she huffs and you meet her eyes briefly before she settles down on her coat and a pile of dried leaves. "Wake me in a few hours to trade places." You nod but her eyes are already closed and it's only a few minutes before her breathing evens out and she's fast asleep. You return your attention to the fire, adding another piece of wood as you take a deep breath and listen to the silence of the forest. You don't know long you sit there for, the minutes ticking by as you feed the fire, as you keep watch, as you listen for any signs of danger. The heat of the fire begins to burn your eyes and you close them for a moment. Just one moment of relief. <center><<button "Just... one... moment..." "mc arm ambush 2-20-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>"Okay," you relent, and she glances at you out the corner of her eye. You hunker down on the ground, using your backpack as a lumpy and uncomfortable pillow before pulling your weapon closer to you to make sure its within reach if you need it. <<if $weapon is "bow">>Although you're not quite sure how much use your bow is to you now.<</if>> You scoot closer to the fire and let your eyes slip closed as the flames warm your side. "Good night, Quinn," you mumble as you let yourself get pulled down into sleep. She doesn't reply but it doesn't matter; you're slipping too deep into unconsciousness to even register anything she could say. It doesn't take long until you're gone entirely. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm ambush 2-21-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out two leather boots mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you, a plain blue bandana obscuring that lower half of his face. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_normal.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The latter meets your eyes and glares at you, enough fire in her gaze to do more damage than the weapons threatening an of you. "So much for your word," she hisses. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out two leather boots mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you, a plain blue bandana obscuring that lower half of his face. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_normal.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The latter meets your eyes and you're surprised by the remorse you find tugging at her features. //"I'm sorry,"// she mouths. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

The silence spans hours and you can't seem to help but feel betrayed by Quinn and Blair despite the two woman being near strangers. It's silly really, you can't exactly blame them for not wanting to go back with you; it's a suicide mission on all accounts and just like Quinn said, they have no real reason to //want// to help. But on the other hand, this is your //family//, the only people you've been able to count on for months and after already losing one friend in this endeavor, you just can't believe you're losing everyone else too. You find yourself watching Quinn. Standing on her blind side, she's unaware of your staring and perhaps that's why you feel such a morbid fascination in doing so. Her face is even, gone is the scowl and utter disdain she previously bestowed on you, and you catch her seeing eye flicking between your surrounds, constantly on look out for any sign of danger. Her back is straight, her gait stiff and she clutches a staff in her right hand so tightly, you can envision the wood splintering beneath her gloved fingers. She's made herself unapproachable in everyway and you imagine that must work quite nicely to deter anyone who doesn't pose any real threat. <center>''[What do you think of Quinn?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility but that doesn\'t mean you have to like her.</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-13'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility and you admire her for it.</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-14'>><</link>></center> </div>

It makes sense why she's so unwilling to help, to risk her own life for someone she doesn't know but you're stuck together now. Whether either of you like it or not, you need to rely on each other for survival and with the way Quinn acts, you can't exactly imagine yourself going out of your way to help her willingly. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even with two legs, sweat breaking out on her face despite the dropping temperatures. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>In a world like this it's every person for themself and Quinn is just doing what she needs to in order to keep her and Blair alive. You don't imagine you'd be any different if you were in her shoes; you just wish it weren't at the expense of your family. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even with two legs, sweat breaking out on her face despite the dropping temperatures. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>>"Quinn," you call out, attempting to get the woman's attention but she barely even tilts her head in acknowledgement that she heard you. "Quinn, we have to stop." "No way," she replies, and you watch from behind as she shifts her staff from her right hand to her left. "We still have a few hours of daylight; we have to keep moving." You roll your eyes. "I somehow don't think Blair is going to last a few hours." At mention of the other woman's name, Quinn immediately stops and spins on her feet, concern pulling awkwardly at the scars on her face. "Blair, tell me what's wrong," she says. "Are you hurt somewhere?" She's just beginning to shuck off her gloves when Blair shakes her head. "I'm fine," she replies, though her heavy breathing and her face turning bright red betray how truly not fine she is. "We can keep going." <center><<button "Next" "mc leg ambush 2-15-1">><<set $PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1>><</button>></center><<case 2>>Quinn observes her friend for a moment before she clicks her tongue. "You're huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf," she states. "We should find some place to set up camp. Not out here though, we're too exposed." "I think I see a barn in the distance," Blair offers weakly and Quinn glances over her shoulder to confirm it. "And get blown up like stumpy over there?" She says, nodding towards you and you shoot her a glare in response, still feeling sensitive about the loss of your limb. "No way, it's too risky. There's a forest behind it though where we can set up camp; think you can make it that far?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn leans forward, cupping her face, and kisses her cheek before she starts walking again. You can't take your eyes off Blair however and you wonder if there's anything you can do to help her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div><</switch>>

You don't know that there's anything you can do for her - at this point, you yourself are even struggling to stay standing - so you just keep pressing on. One measly hobble at a time, you remind yourself. You don't see that you have any other choice. Suddenly Quinn stops and she turns to face you. "There's a forest up ahead," she says. "We can set up camp there before night fall." Her seeing eye flicks over to Blair and concern tugs awkwardly at the scars on her face. "We're almost there, Blair, I promise. Think you can make it just a little longer?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn looks at her for a moment longer before she turns to you. "Keep an eye on her, will you?" She doesn't give you a moment to reply though before she's turning away and walking again. You spare a glance over at Blair and wonder if maybe there is something you can do for her after all.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Leave her be</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

You reach your free arm out to her and she blinks, staring at it in confusion before she glances up at your face. "Take it," you urge her. "Lean on me; I'll support you." You can see the hesitation on her face, the 'are you sure?' on the tip of her tongue, but after a moment she agrees and takes a hold of your arm. She leans against you, and you have to adjust your footing and placement of the poker to compensate for the weight she puts on you, but you can already tell it's easier for her. And even though your body is wracked with aches and pains of its own, you just keep moving forward. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost one leg, you don't plan on losing the other any time soon. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

You feel for Blair, you really do; but with your own body feeling like it's seconds from shutting down, you need to worry about yourself first. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost one leg, you don't plan on losing the other any time soon. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

The trees open up to a clearing, a small river running through its center and you finally come to a stop. "We'll set up camp here for tonight," Quinn announces as she guides Blair over to a tree stump and the other woman takes the seat gratefully. "Best make yourself comfortable, $name. It's going to be a long night." "How did you know this was here?" you ask her, gesturing to the river and Quinn raises an eyebrow at you as she approaches to stand next to you. "I didn't," she states. "But my parent's were survivalists; I know what to look for." You look down at the river, the water rushing at your foot and your throat tightens, painfully parched. "If you're thirsty, we'll need to get a fire going. My mod's no use against cholera." "Right," you mutter and you turn away from the river, worried that if you look at it any longer, you'll throw all caution to the wind and plunge your head right in. She suddenly claps you on the back and you look at her, startled. "I'll collect some wood," she says. "Stay with Blair." It's a command more than a suggestion and she sets off on her task, leaving no room for arguments. With a sigh, you make your way over to Blair and sit on the ground next to her. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg ambush 2-18">><</button>></center>

<<if $weapon is "crossbow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and quiver off your back, dumping both on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "bow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag, bow and quiver off your back, dumping all three on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and rifle off your back, dumping both on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your foot.<</if>> Blair looks down at you and offers you a small smile, though it's not quite enough to mask her discomfort. "Yeah," she responds weakly and you watch her hands move to cradle her belly. "He's just very active today." "He?" you repeat. "You think it's a boy?" "I guess so." She shrugs. "That's just always how I imagine him at least." You nod and lapse into silence as you watch her. She stares up at the trees, a look of wide eyed innocence on her face and you can't help but prod at her thoughts, wanting to know what she's thinking. //She likes the quiet. She thinks the trees are beautiful. She wishes her mother was here with her.// You look away from her, pulling your mod back, and stare at your boot, feeling guilty for prying into her thoughts. <<if $lie_to_blair is true>>It feels too cruel, especially after lying to her about being modded in the first place.<</if>> Before you can worry about it for too long, however, Quinn reappears with her arms full of sticks and tinder. She walks up to the two of you, drops her haul on the ground and without a word, sets about building a fire. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg ambush 2-19">><</button>></center>

By the time night falls, the fire is raging and Quinn divvied up the last of her rations consisting of dried meat and fruit leather - though you both gave most of it to Blair. You were even able to quench your thirst with water Quinn was able to boil in the dented metal canteen cup she had in her backpack. <<if $blanket is false>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat and a thin sleeping bag on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>><<if $blanket is true>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat, a thin sleeping bag and the emergency blanket you took from the camping store on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>> "You should sleep," Quinn says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts and you look up at her to find her staring into the flames. Reaching out with your mod, you're surprised to discover she's not afraid of the fire. "We'll need to get an early start tomorrow." "What about you?" You ask and she finally looks at you, her face uncharacteristically expressionless. "I'll keep watch," she says simply, her words leaving no invitation for response, before she turns her attention back to the fire. Glancing between her and Blair's sleeping form, you wonder how much of a regular occurence this is, with the former staying up and doing what she can to protect both of them while letting the latter rest. You have a sneaking suspicion it happens more often than not and you have to ask yourself whether listening to Quinn will do more harm than good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer to keep watch instead</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-20-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Listen to Quinn and go to sleep</div>' 'mc leg ambush 2-21-1'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>"Let me," you say and she looks back at you, confused. You clear your throat to clarify. "I'll keep watch. You probably need sleep more than I do." Quinn looks away from you and to somewhere in the dark trees, shaking her head. "But I don't trust you," she says quietly. "I don't know you enough to trust you." "Believe what you want," you tell her. "Trust me or don't; I don't care. But I won't let anything happen to you or Blair. I give you my word." She stares at you for a long moment, her seeing eye boring straight through you and you think you see tears building in her eyes before the moment's gone entirely. "And what if your word means nothing to me?" You shrug your shoulders, exasperated. "You two are kind of all I have currently. As much as we evidently don't like each other, I'd rather not be alone." You look away from her to the fire, hoping that it can warm you up somewhere deep inside. "I won't do anything to jeopardise that." You hear her heave a sigh and grumble quietly to herself before she concedes. "Fine," she huffs and you meet her eyes briefly before she settles down on her coat and a pile of dried leaves. "Wake me in a few hours to trade places." You nod but her eyes are already closed and it's only a few minutes before her breathing evens out and she's fast asleep. You return your attention to the fire, adding another piece of wood as you take a deep breath and listen to the silence of the forest. You don't know long you sit there for, the minutes ticking by as you feed the fire, as you keep watch, as you listen for any signs of danger. The heat of the fire begins to burn your eyes and you close them for a moment. Just one moment of relief. <center><<button "Just... one... moment..." "mc leg ambush 2-20-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out two leather boots mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you, a plain blue bandana obscuring that lower half of his face. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_normal.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The latter meets your eyes and glares at you, enough fire in her gaze to do more damage than the weapons threatening an of you. "So much for your word," she hisses. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>"Okay," you relent, and she glances at you out the corner of her eye. You hunker down on the ground, using your backpack as a lumpy and uncomfortable pillow before pulling your weapon closer to you to make sure its within reach if you need it. You scoot closer to the fire and let your eyes slip closed as the flames warm your side. "Good night, Quinn," you mumble as you let yourself get pulled down into sleep. She doesn't reply but it doesn't matter; you're slipping too deep into unconsciousness to even register anything she could say. It doesn't take long until you're gone entirely. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg ambush 2-21-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out two leather boots mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you, a plain blue bandana obscuring that lower half of his face. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_normal.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The latter meets your eyes and you're surprised by the remorse you find tugging at her features. //"I'm sorry,"// she mouths. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

The silence spans hours and you can't seem to help but feel betrayed by Quinn and Blair despite the two woman being near strangers. It's silly really, you can't exactly blame them for not wanting to go back with you; it's a suicide mission on all accounts and just like Quinn said, they have no real reason to //want// to help. But on the other hand, this is your //family//, the only people you've been able to count on for months and after already losing one friend in this endeavor, you just can't believe you're losing everyone else too. You find yourself watching Quinn. Standing on her blind side, she's unaware of your staring and perhaps that's why you feel such a morbid fascination in doing so. Her face is even, gone is the scowl and utter disdain she previously bestowed on you, and you catch her seeing eye flicking between your surrounds, constantly on look out for any sign of danger. Her back is straight, her gait stiff and she clutches a staff in her right hand so tightly, you can envision the wood splintering beneath her gloved fingers. She's made herself unapproachable in everyway and you imagine that must work quite nicely to deter anyone who doesn't pose any real threat. <center>''[What do you think of Quinn?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility but that doesn\'t mean you have to like her.</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-13'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility and you admire her for it.</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-14'>><</link>></center> </div>

The silence spans hours and you can't seem to help but feel betrayed by Quinn and Blair despite the two woman being near strangers. It's silly really, you can't exactly blame them for not wanting to go back with you; it's a suicide mission on all accounts and just like Quinn said, they have no real reason to //want// to help. But on the other hand, this is your //family//, the only people you've been able to count on for months and after already losing one friend in this endeavor, you just can't believe you're losing everyone else too. You find yourself watching Quinn. Standing on her blind side, she's unaware of your staring and perhaps that's why you feel such a morbid fascination in doing so. Her face is even, gone is the scowl and utter disdain she previously bestowed on you, and you catch her seeing eye flicking between your surrounds, constantly on look out for any sign of danger. Her back is straight, her gait stiff and she clutches a staff in her right hand so tightly, you can envision the wood splintering beneath her gloved fingers. She's made herself unapproachable in everyway and you imagine that must work quite nicely to deter anyone who doesn't pose any real threat. <center>''[What do you think of Quinn?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility but that doesn\'t mean you have to like her.</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-13'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility and you admire her for it.</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-14'>><</link>></center> </div>

It makes sense why she's so unwilling to help, to risk her own life for someone she doesn't know but you're stuck together now. Whether either of you like it or not, you need to rely on each other for survival and with the way Quinn acts, you can't exactly imagine yourself going out of your way to help her willingly. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even with two legs, sweat breaking out on her face despite the dropping temperatures. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>In a world like this it's every person for themself and Quinn is just doing what she needs to in order to keep her and Blair alive. You don't imagine you'd be any different if you were in her shoes; you just wish it weren't at the expense of your family. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even with two legs, sweat breaking out on her face despite the dropping temperatures. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>>"Quinn," you call out, attempting to get the woman's attention but she barely even tilts her head in acknowledgement that she heard you. "Quinn, we have to stop." "No way," she replies, and you watch from behind as she shifts her staff from her right hand to her left. "We still have a few hours of daylight; we have to keep moving." You roll your eyes. "I somehow don't think Blair is going to last a few hours." At mention of the other woman's name, Quinn immediately stops and spins on her feet, concern pulling awkwardly at the scars on her face. "Blair, tell me what's wrong," she says. "Are you hurt somewhere?" She's just beginning to shuck off her gloves when Blair shakes her head. "I'm fine," she replies, though her heavy breathing and her face turning bright red betray how truly not fine she is. "We can keep going." <center><<button "Next" "sr leg ambush 2-15-1">><<set $PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1>><</button>></center><<case 2>>Quinn observes her friend for a moment before she clicks her tongue. "You're huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf," she states. "We should find some place to set up camp. Not out here though, we're too exposed." "I think I see a barn in the distance," Blair offers weakly and Quinn glances over her shoulder to confirm it. "And get blown up like stumpy over there?" She says, nodding towards you and you shoot her a glare in response, still feeling sensitive about the loss of your limb. "No way, it's too risky. There's a forest behind it though where we can set up camp; think you can make it that far?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn leans forward, cupping her face, and kisses her cheek before she starts walking again. You can't take your eyes off Blair however and you wonder if there's anything you can do to help her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div><</switch>>

You don't know that there's anything you can do for her - at this point, you yourself are even struggling to stay standing - so you just keep pressing on. One measly hobble at a time, you remind yourself. You don't see that you have any other choice. Suddenly Quinn stops and she turns to face you. "There's a forest up ahead," she says. "We can set up camp there before night fall." Her seeing eye flicks over to Blair and concern tugs awkwardly at the scars on her face. "We're almost there, Blair, I promise. Think you can make it just a little longer?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn looks at her for a moment longer before she turns to you. "Keep an eye on her, will you?" She doesn't give you a moment to reply though before she's turning away and walking again. You spare a glance over at Blair and wonder if maybe there is something you can do for her after all.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Leave her be</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

You reach your free arm out to her and she blinks, staring at it in confusion before she glances up at your face. "Take it," you urge her. "Lean on me; I'll support you." You can see the hesitation on her face, the 'are you sure?' on the tip of her tongue, but after a moment she agrees and takes a hold of your arm. She leans against you, and you have to adjust your footing and placement of the poker to compensate for the weight she puts on you, but you can already tell it's easier for her. And even though your body is wracked with aches and pains of its own, you just keep moving forward. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost one leg, you don't plan on losing the other any time soon. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

You feel for Blair, you really do; but with your own body feeling like it's seconds from shutting down, you need to worry about yourself first. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost one leg, you don't plan on losing the other any time soon. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

It makes sense why she's so unwilling to help, to risk her own life for someone she doesn't know but you're stuck together now. Whether either of you like it or not, you need to rely on each other for survival and with the way Quinn acts, you can't exactly imagine yourself going out of your way to help her willingly. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even, sweat breaking out on her face despite the dropping temperatures. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>In a world like this it's every person for themself and Quinn is just doing what she needs to in order to keep her and Blair alive. You don't imagine you'd be any different if you were in her shoes; you just wish it weren't at the expense of your family. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even, sweat breaking out on her face despite the dropping temperatures. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>>"Quinn," you call out, attempting to get the woman's attention but she barely even tilts her head in acknowledgement that she heard you. "Quinn, we have to stop." "No way," she replies, and you watch from behind as she shifts her staff from her right hand to her left. "We still have a few hours of daylight; we have to keep moving." You roll your eyes. "I somehow don't think Blair is going to last a few hours." At mention of the other woman's name, Quinn immediately stops and spins on her feet, concern pulling awkwardly at the scars on her face. "Blair, tell me what's wrong," she says. "Are you hurt somewhere?" She's just beginning to shuck off her gloves when Blair shakes her head. "I'm fine," she replies, though her heavy breathing and her face turning bright red betray how truly not fine she is. "We can keep going." <center><<button "Next" "sr arm ambush 2-15-1">><<set $PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1>><</button>></center><<case 2>>Quinn observes her friend for a moment before she clicks her tongue. "You're huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf," she states. "We should find some place to set up camp. Not out here though, we're too exposed." "I think I see a barn in the distance," Blair offers weakly and Quinn glances over her shoulder to confirm it. "And get blown up like stumpy over there?" She says, nodding towards you and you shoot her a glare in response, still feeling sensitive about the loss of your limb. "No way, it's too risky. There's a forest behind it though where we can set up camp; think you can make it that far?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn leans forward, cupping her face, and kisses her cheek before she starts walking again. You can't take your eyes off Blair however and you wonder if there's anything you can do to help her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div><</switch>>

You don't know that there's anything you can do for her - at this point, you yourself are even struggling to stay standing - so you just keep pressing on. One foot in front of the other, you remind yourself. You don't see that you have any other choice. Suddenly Quinn stops and she turns to face you. "There's a forest up ahead," she says. "We can set up camp there before night fall." Her seeing eye flicks over to Blair and concern tugs awkwardly at the scars on her face. "We're almost there, Blair, I promise. Think you can make it just a little longer?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn looks at her for a moment longer before she turns to you. "Keep an eye on her, will you?" She doesn't give you a moment to reply though before she's turning away and walking again. You spare a glance over at Blair and wonder if maybe there is something you can do for her after all.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Leave her be</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

You reach your arm out to her and she blinks, staring at it in confusion before she glances up at your face. "Take it," you urge her. "Lean on me; I'll support you." You can see the hesitation on her face, the 'are you sure?' on the tip of her tongue, but after a moment she agrees and takes a hold of your arm. She leans against you, and you have to adjust your footing to compensate for the weight she puts on you, but you can already tell it's easier for her. And even though your body is wracked with aches and pains of its own, you just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost an arm, you don't want to lose a leg too by being reckless. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

You feel for Blair, you really do; but with your own body feeling like it's seconds from shutting down, you need to worry about yourself first. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost an arm, you don't want to lose a leg too by being reckless. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

The trees open up to a clearing, a small river running through its center and you finally come to a stop. "We'll set up camp here for tonight," Quinn announces as she guides Blair over to a tree stump and the other woman takes the seat gratefully. "Best make yourself comfortable, $name. It's going to be a long night." "How did you know this was here?" you ask her, gesturing to the river and Quinn raises an eyebrow at you as she approaches to stand next to you. "I didn't," she states. "But my parent's were survivalists; I know what to look for." You look down at the river, the water rushing at your feet and your throat tightens, painfully parched. "If you're thirsty, we'll need to get a fire going. My mod's no use against cholera." "Right," you mutter and you turn away from the river, worried that if you look at it any longer, you'll throw all caution to the wind and plunge your head right in. She suddenly claps you on the back and you look at her, startled. "I'll collect some wood," she says. "Stay with Blair." It's a command more than a suggestion and she sets off on her task, leaving no room for arguments. With a sigh, you make your way over to Blair and sit on the ground next to her. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm ambush 2-18">><</button>></center>

<<if $weapon is "crossbow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and quiver off your back, dumping both on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "bow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag, bow and quiver off your back, dumping all three on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and rifle off your back, dumping both on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your feet.<</if>> Blair looks down at you and offers you a small smile, though it's not quite enough to mask her discomfort. "Yeah," she responds weakly and you watch her hands move to cradle her belly. "He's just very active today." "He?" you repeat. "You think it's a boy?" "I guess so." She shrugs. "That's just always how I imagine him at least." You nod and lapse into silence as you watch her. She stares up at the trees, a look of wide eyed innocence on her face and you can't help but wonder what she's thinking. Before you can think about it for too long, however, Quinn reappears with her arms full of sticks and tinder. She walks up to the two of you, drops her haul on the ground and without a word, sets about building a fire. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm ambush 2-19">><</button>></center>

By the time night falls, the fire is raging and Quinn divvied up the last of her rations consisting of dried meat and fruit leather - though you both gave most of it to Blair. You were even able to quench your thirst with water Quinn was able to boil in the dented metal canteen cup she had in her backpack. <<if $blanket is false>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat and a thin sleeping bag on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>><<if $blanket is true>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat, a thin sleeping bag and the emergency blanket you took from the camping store on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>> "You should sleep," Quinn says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts and you look up at her to find her staring into the flames. You wonder momentarily if she's afraid of it. "We'll need to get an early start tomorrow." "What about you?" You ask and she finally looks at you, her face uncharacteristically expressionless. "I'll keep watch," she says simply, her words leaving no invitation for response, before she turns her attention back to the fire. Glancing between her and Blair's sleeping form, you wonder how much of a regular occurence this is, with the former staying up and doing what she can to protect both of them while letting the latter rest. You have a sneaking suspicion it happens more often than not and you have to ask yourself whether listening to Quinn will do more harm than good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer to keep watch instead</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-20-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Listen to Quinn and go to sleep</div>' 'sr arm ambush 2-21-1'>><</link>></center> </div>

The trees open up to a clearing, a small river running through its center and you finally come to a stop. "We'll set up camp here for tonight," Quinn announces as she guides Blair over to a tree stump and the other woman takes the seat gratefully. "Best make yourself comfortable, $name. It's going to be a long night." "How did you know this was here?" you ask her, gesturing to the river and Quinn raises an eyebrow at you as she approaches to stand next to you. "I didn't," she states. "But my parent's were survivalists; I know what to look for." You look down at the river, the water rushing at your foot and your throat tightens, painfully parched. "If you're thirsty, we'll need to get a fire going. My mod's no use against cholera." "Right," you mutter and you turn away from the river, worried that if you look at it any longer, you'll throw all caution to the wind and plunge your head right in. She suddenly claps you on the back and you look at her, startled. "I'll collect some wood," she says. "Stay with Blair." It's a command more than a suggestion and she sets off on her task, leaving no room for arguments. With a sigh, you make your way over to Blair and sit on the ground next to her. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg ambush 2-18">><</button>></center>

<<if $weapon is "crossbow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and quiver off your back, dumping both on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "bow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag, bow and quiver off your back, dumping all three on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and rifle off your back, dumping both on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your foot.<</if>> Blair looks down at you and offers you a small smile, though it's not quite enough to mask her discomfort. "Yeah," she responds weakly and you watch her hands move to cradle her belly. "He's just very active today." "He?" you repeat. "You think it's a boy?" "I guess so." She shrugs. "That's just always how I imagine him at least." You nod and lapse into silence as you watch her. She stares up at the trees, a look of wide eyed innocence on her face and you can't help but wonder what she's thinking. Before you can think about it for too long, however, Quinn reappears with her arms full of sticks and tinder. She walks up to the two of you, drops her haul on the ground and without a word, sets about building a fire. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg ambush 2-19">><</button>></center>

By the time night falls, the fire is raging and Quinn divvied up the last of her rations consisting of dried meat and fruit leather - though you both gave most of it to Blair. You were even able to quench your thirst with water Quinn was able to boil in the dented metal canteen cup she had in her backpack. <<if $blanket is false>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat and a thin sleeping bag on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>><<if $blanket is true>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat, a thin sleeping bag and the emergency blanket you took from the camping store on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>> "You should sleep," Quinn says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts and you look up at her to find her staring into the flames. You wonder momentarily if she's afraid of it. "We'll need to get an early start tomorrow." "What about you?" You ask and she finally looks at you, her face uncharacteristically expressionless. "I'll keep watch," she says simply, her words leaving no invitation for response, before she turns her attention back to the fire. Glancing between her and Blair's sleeping form, you wonder how much of a regular occurence this is, with the former staying up and doing what she can to protect both of them while letting the latter rest. You have a sneaking suspicion it happens more often than not and you have to ask yourself whether listening to Quinn will do more harm than good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer to keep watch instead</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-20-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Listen to Quinn and go to sleep</div>' 'sr leg ambush 2-21-1'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>"Let me," you say and she looks back at you, confused. You clear your throat to clarify. "I'll keep watch. You probably need sleep more than I do." Quinn looks away from you and to somewhere in the dark trees, shaking her head. "But I don't trust you," she says quietly. "I don't know you enough to trust you." "Believe what you want," you tell her. "Trust me or don't; I don't care. But I won't let anything happen to you or Blair. I give you my word." She stares at you for a long moment, her seeing eye boring straight through you and you think you see tears building in her eyes before the moment's gone entirely. "And what if your word means nothing to me?" You shrug your shoulders, exasperated. "You two are kind of all I have currently. As much as we evidently don't like each other, I'd rather not be alone." You look away from her to the fire, hoping that it can warm you up somewhere deep inside. "I won't do anything to jeopardise that." You hear her heave a sigh and grumble quietly to herself before she concedes. "Fine," she huffs and you meet her eyes briefly before she settles down on her coat and a pile of dried leaves. "Wake me in a few hours to trade places." You nod but her eyes are already closed and it's only a few minutes before her breathing evens out and she's fast asleep. You return your attention to the fire, adding another piece of wood as you take a deep breath and listen to the silence of the forest. You don't know long you sit there for, the minutes ticking by as you feed the fire, as you keep watch, as you listen for any signs of danger. The heat of the fire begins to burn your eyes and you close them for a moment. Just one moment of relief. <center><<button "Just... one... moment..." "sr arm ambush 2-20-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>"Okay," you relent, and she glances at you out the corner of her eye. You hunker down on the ground, using your backpack as a lumpy and uncomfortable pillow before pulling your weapon closer to you to make sure its within reach if you need it. <<if $weapon is "bow">>Although you're not quite sure how much use your bow is to you now.<</if>> You scoot closer to the fire and let your eyes slip closed as the flames warm your side. "Good night, Quinn," you mumble as you let yourself get pulled down into sleep. She doesn't reply but it doesn't matter; you're slipping too deep into unconsciousness to even register anything she could say. It doesn't take long until you're gone entirely. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm ambush 2-21-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>"Let me," you say and she looks back at you, confused. You clear your throat to clarify. "I'll keep watch. You probably need sleep more than I do." Quinn looks away from you and to somewhere in the dark trees, shaking her head. "But I don't trust you," she says quietly. "I don't know you enough to trust you." "Believe what you want," you tell her. "Trust me or don't; I don't care. But I won't let anything happen to you or Blair. I give you my word." She stares at you for a long moment, her seeing eye boring straight through you and you think you see tears building in her eyes before the moment's gone entirely. "And what if your word means nothing to me?" You shrug your shoulders, exasperated. "You two are kind of all I have currently. As much as we evidently don't like each other, I'd rather not be alone." You look away from her to the fire, hoping that it can warm you up somewhere deep inside. "I won't do anything to jeopardise that." You hear her heave a sigh and grumble quietly to herself before she concedes. "Fine," she huffs and you meet her eyes briefly before she settles down on her coat and a pile of dried leaves. "Wake me in a few hours to trade places." You nod but her eyes are already closed and it's only a few minutes before her breathing evens out and she's fast asleep. You return your attention to the fire, adding another piece of wood as you take a deep breath and listen to the silence of the forest. You don't know long you sit there for, the minutes ticking by as you feed the fire, as you keep watch, as you listen for any signs of danger. The heat of the fire begins to burn your eyes and you close them for a moment. Just one moment of relief. <center><<button "Just... one... moment..." "sr leg ambush 2-20-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>"Okay," you relent, and she glances at you out the corner of her eye. You hunker down on the ground, using your backpack as a lumpy and uncomfortable pillow before pulling your weapon closer to you to make sure its within reach if you need it. You scoot closer to the fire and let your eyes slip closed as the flames warm your side. "Good night, Quinn," you mumble as you let yourself get pulled down into sleep. She doesn't reply but it doesn't matter; you're slipping too deep into unconsciousness to even register anything she could say. It doesn't take long until you're gone entirely. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg ambush 2-21-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out two leather boots mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you, a plain blue bandana obscuring that lower half of his face. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_normal.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The latter meets your eyes and glares at you, enough fire in her gaze to do more damage than the weapons threatening an of you. "So much for your word," she hisses. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out two leather boots mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you, a plain blue bandana obscuring that lower half of his face. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_normal.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The latter meets your eyes and you're surprised by the remorse you find tugging at her features. //"I'm sorry,"// she mouths. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out two leather boots mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you, a plain blue bandana obscuring that lower half of his face. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_normal.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The latter meets your eyes and glares at you, enough fire in her gaze to do more damage than the weapons threatening an of you. "So much for your word," she hisses. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out two leather boots mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you, a plain blue bandana obscuring that lower half of his face. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_normal.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The latter meets your eyes and you're surprised by the remorse you find tugging at her features. //"I'm sorry,"// she mouths. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

Blair perks up at your question, as if she's been waiting for someone to ask and give her the oppurtunity to tell the story. "She found me in the walk-in of an abandoned restaurant," she says, the smile in her voice at odds with the strangeness of her story. "I'd accidentally locked myself in and then Quinn's group showed up a few days later to rescue me." "You were locked in a walk-in freezer for //days//?" You ask, incredulous. She nods. "Three to be specific." "Lucky the power had been cut //before// she got herself trapped," Quinn quips. "Or she wouldn't have lived to tell tale." You think back for a moment, Blair's words playing over in your head until your mind latches onto one in particular. "You said 'Quinn's group'," you say slowly. "Does that mean there are more survivors? Are we going to meet up with them?" A tense silence passes momentarily between the two women before Quinn clears her throat. "There's no more group," she states, matter of fact, a sense of detachment coating her words. "Everyone's either dead or captured, though I'm guessing those two aren't mutually exclusive." <<if $leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>> <center><<button "\"Where are we going then?\"" "xrv arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

You glance between her face and the baby kicking around in her belly, wondering how she got in this situation. She thinks for a moment before she shakes her head. "I'm not sure," she says and before she's even finished speaking, Quinn jumps in, an edge of anger in her voice. "If there's any good left in this world, he's long dead," she hisses. Blair gasps. "That's not very nice, Quinn!" "Neither was knocking you up and then abandoning you." She glances back at her. "Trust me, you and that baby are better off without him." She turns away once more, her neck tense and her back too straight, and Blair wilts ever so slightly next to you, her hands going to her belly. "He didn't know..." she tells you, quietly as if she doesn't want the other woman to hear and you take that as your sign to change the subject. <center><<button "\"Where are we going?\"" "xrv arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

"I wish!" Blair says, sounding wistful. "It seems like a lot of fun." "If you ignore the negative effects," Quinn scoffs. "Then yeah, it's a real riot. Living the dream over here." Either Blair doesn't register that Quinn is being sarcastic or she simply doesn't care because she only shrugs and continues on like nothing else was said. "Maybe if I was modded, I wouldn't feel so useless all the time... Quinn does all the work to keep me safe and I don't have anything to offer in return." "Not true," the other woman says quickly. "You've got a pretty face to distract from the ugliness that's taken over the world." "But I don't want to be just a pretty face, Quinn. I want to help you like you help me." There's a pause before Quinn replies, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "Your friendship is enough for me." You don't think Quinn has ever been so genuine before and you doubt you'll ever witness it again but for the sake of the woman next to you, you're glad to have witnessed it now. "And you, $name?" Blair asks suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. "Are you modded?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Yes.\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-4'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No.\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-8-5'>><</link>></center> </div>

Blair perks up at your question, as if she's been waiting for someone to ask and give her the oppurtunity to tell the story. "She found me in the walk-in of an abandoned restaurant," she says, the smile in her voice at odds with the strangeness of her story. "I'd accidentally locked myself in and then Quinn's group showed up a few days later to rescue me." "You were locked in a walk-in freezer for //days//?" You ask, incredulous. She nods. "Three to be specific." "Lucky the power had been cut //before// she got herself trapped," Quinn quips. "Or she wouldn't have lived to tell tale." You think back for a moment, Blair's words playing over in your head until your mind latches onto one in particular. "You said 'Quinn's group'," you say slowly. "Does that mean there are more survivors? Are we going to meet up with them?" A tense silence passes momentarily between the two women before Quinn clears her throat. "There's no more group," she states, matter of fact, a sense of detachment coating her words. "Everyone's either dead or captured, though I'm guessing those two aren't mutually exclusive." <<if $leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you abandoned, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>You mind flicks back to Baxter, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>You mind flicks back to Rae, the companion you were forced to leave behind, and the silence seems to grow thicker until it's enough to choke you, and you take that as your sign to the subject.<</if>> <center><<button "\"Where are we going then?\"" "xrv leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

You glance between her face and the baby kicking around in her belly, wondering how she got in this situation. She thinks for a moment before she shakes her head. "I'm not sure," she says and before she's even finished speaking, Quinn jumps in, an edge of anger in her voice. "If there's any good left in this world, he's long dead," she hisses. Blair gasps. "That's not very nice, Quinn!" "Neither was knocking you up and then abandoning you." She glances back at her. "Trust me, you and that baby are better off without him." She turns away once more, her neck tense and her back too straight, and Blair wilts ever so slightly next to you, her hands going to her belly. "He didn't know..." she tells you, quietly as if she doesn't want the other woman to hear and you take that as your sign to change the subject. <center><<button "\"Where are we going?\"" "xrv leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

"I wish!" Blair says, sounding wistful. "It seems like a lot of fun." "If you ignore the negative effects," Quinn scoffs. "Then yeah, it's a real riot. Living the dream over here." Either Blair doesn't register that Quinn is being sarcastic or she simply doesn't care because she only shrugs and continues on like nothing else was said. "Maybe if I was modded, I wouldn't feel so useless all the time... Quinn does all the work to keep me safe and I don't have anything to offer in return." "Not true," the other woman says quickly. "You've got a pretty face to distract from the ugliness that's taken over the world." "But I don't want to be just a pretty face, Quinn. I want to help you like you help me." There's a pause before Quinn replies, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "Your friendship is enough for me." You don't think Quinn has ever been so genuine before and you doubt you'll ever witness it again but for the sake of the woman next to you, you're glad to have witnessed it now. "And you, $name?" Blair asks suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. "Are you modded?"<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Yes.\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-4'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"No.\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-8-5'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>Blair gasps, excited //for// you about your mod in a way that makes you feel weird. "What is it?" she asks and you feel the weight of her stare as she watches you. "X-ray vision," you tell her and you can't help but feel a sense of detachment as you speak about your mod, as if it's not yourself you're talking about but someone else. "I can see through organic matter." "Wow," she breathes, starstruck. "And the negative effects?" Quinn interjects and the softness from before is immediately gone. You take a deep breath. "It's not something I can turn off; the two of you just look like skeletons to me." Blair falls quiet and Quinn shakes her head slowly, oddly sympathetic to your cause. "Can't believe we paid actual money for this shit." The silence takes over and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "xrv arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $lie_to_blair to true>>The lie rolls off your tongue before you can stop yourself and you're not quite sure why you lied, only that you did. Perhaps it's a smart decision, one you're hoping works out in the long run, but for now you need to see it through. Blair hesitates before she smiles again and there's something about it that makes you feel all the more guilty for lying. "Nothing wrong with that," she tells you and you force yourself to return her smile. Before the guilt eats away at you completely though, you tear your eyes away from her and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "xrv arm 2-9">><</button>></center>

"Dunno," Quinn says with a shrug as she glances back at you briefly. "Somewhere far, far away from this shithole." You glance around, once again taking in your surroundings and it's then that you realise you're moving further and further away from your meeting point, from your friends, from your family. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>> "Wait, no," you rush to say and Quinn once again looks back at you. "We have to go back." Quinn scoffs and turns away. "Absolutely not. We're trying //not// to die here." "But my family -" "Probably dead by now, just like anyone else that matters." "No," you insist. "They can't be." Quinn huffs, whirling around to face you and by this point, the three of you have stopped walking altogether. "Look, I don't know what to tell you, $name," she starts. "I'm not risking mine or Blair's life for people that I don't even know, or whether or not they're even still worth going back for." <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm 2-10">><</button>></center>

You hold Quinn's eye contact for a long time, hoping to change her mind through that simple action. "I can't just abandon them." Quinn draws back and for a moment you think you've done it, but then she shrugs. "Well, good luck with that. C'mon, Blair." She begins to walk again but you remain glued to your spot and Blair seems conflicted as she looks between the two of you. "Quinn, wait -" "You heard $them," she snaps. "$They want$s to play rescuer; I'm not gonna stand in $their way." Beginning to feel hopeless, you scramble for some way to convince her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn</div>' 'xrv arm 2-11-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Blair</div>' 'xrv arm 2-11-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"Quinn, please!" You hurry after her, your head swimming with nausea at having to move so fast, and she slowly turns around. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looks at you pointedly. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't just abandon you here and now?" she asks and you inhale sharply, wracking your brain for something you could say to change her mind.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'m a good fighter, I can help keep you and Blair safe.\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-11-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can\'t do it alone. I need your help.\"</div>' 'xrv arm 2-11-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She stares at for a long moment before she noticeably turns her attention to the empty space where your arm used to be. "You sure about that?" she questions and you turn your head away, looking to the ground. "That may have been true before, but a lot has changed for you. And until you figure your shit out, you're just a liability." "Harsh, Quinn," Blair mumbles as she comes up next to you and the other woman rolls her eyes again. "Doesn't make it any less true," she grumbles. "We're not turning back." <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm ambush 2-12">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>She stares at you for a long moment before she heaves a sigh. "Fine," she grumbles. "But we're turning around at the first sign of danger." "Thank you," you say and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "You said it was back that way?" She points to somewhere behind you and you've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. "She's never done that before," Blair says quietly as you follow Quinn. "She's usually pretty set in her ways... I'm impressed." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm go back 2-12">><</button>></center>

You whirl around to face the pregnant woman, your hand going to her shoulder to ground yourself. "Blair, //please//." <<if $blair_mistrust is false>>She stares at you for a moment before she gives a small nod. "Quinn, wait," she calls after her friend. "You promised." Quinn turns with a huff, her exasperation evident in every little move she makes. "That was before $they suggested a suicide mission," she hisses as she storms back towards you. "Now I'm realising how much of a liabilty $they $is_are." Blair huffs. "Then //I'll// go with $them," she says and both you and Quinn look at her in shock. "Since you want to be so stubborn." Quinn turns to you then, unamused. "I hope you understand just how lucky you are." Her eyes flick away from your face to somewhere behind you. "You said it was back that way?" You've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn to the other woman to find her already looking at you. "Thank you, Blair." She nods. "Of course. If I knew where my family was, I'd want to go after them too." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble and the two of you begin to follow Quinn. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm go back 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $blair_mistrust is true>>Blair avoids your eyes and gently pries your hand off her arm. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "Quinn's right." She moves away from you then, going after the other woman, and you're left standing there leaving you either with the choice to follow them or go back on your own. And as you glance down at the stump of your arm, a shocking wave of phantom limb pain shooting through you, you know which you have to pick. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm ambush 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>>

The silence spans hours and you can't seem to help but feel betrayed by Quinn and Blair despite the two woman being near strangers. It's silly really, you can't exactly blame them for not wanting to go back with you; it's a suicide mission on all accounts and just like Quinn said, they have no real reason to //want// to help. But on the other hand, this is your //family//, the only people you've been able to count on for months and after already losing one friend in this endeavor, you just can't believe you're losing everyone else too. You find yourself watching Quinn. Her back is straight, her gait stiff and she clutches a staff in her right hand so tightly, you can envision the wood splintering beneath her gloved fingers. She's made herself unapproachable in everyway and you imagine that must work quite nicely to deter anyone who doesn't pose any real threat. <center>''[What do you think of Quinn?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility but that doesn\'t mean you have to like her.</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-13'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility and you admire her for it.</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-14'>><</link>></center> </div>

It makes sense why she's so unwilling to help, to risk her own life for someone she doesn't know but you're stuck together now. Whether either of you like it or not, you need to rely on each other for survival and with the way Quinn acts, you can't exactly imagine yourself going out of your way to help her willingly. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>In a world like this it's every person for themself and Quinn is just doing what she needs to in order to keep her and Blair alive. You don't imagine you'd be any different if you were in her shoes; you just wish it weren't at the expense of your family. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>>"Quinn," you call out, attempting to get the woman's attention but she barely even tilts her head in acknowledgement that she heard you. "Quinn, we have to stop." "No way," she replies, and you watch from behind as she shifts her staff from her right hand to her left. "We still have a few hours of daylight; we have to keep moving." You roll your eyes. "I somehow don't think Blair is going to last a few hours." At mention of the other woman's name, Quinn immediately stops and spins on her feet. "Blair, tell me what's wrong," she says. "Are you hurt somewhere?" She's just beginning to shuck off her gloves when Blair shakes her head. "I'm fine," she replies, though her heavy breathing betray how truly not fine she is. "We can keep going." <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm ambush 2-15-1">><<set $PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1>><</button>></center><<case 2>>Quinn observes her friend for a moment before she clicks her tongue. "You're huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf," she states. "We should find some place to set up camp. Not out here though, we're too exposed." "I think I see a barn in the distance," Blair offers weakly and Quinn glances over her shoulder to confirm it. "And get blown up like stumpy over there?" She says, nodding towards you and you shoot her a glare in response, still feeling sensitive about the loss of your limb. "No way, it's too risky. There's a forest behind it though where we can set up camp; think you can make it that far?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn leans forward, cupping her face, and kisses her cheek before she starts walking again. You can't take your eyes off Blair however and you wonder if there's anything you can do to help her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div><</switch>>

You don't know that there's anything you can do for her - at this point, you yourself are even struggling to stay standing - so you just keep pressing on. One foot in front of the other, you remind yourself. You don't see that you have any other choice. Suddenly Quinn stops and she turns to face you. "There's a forest up ahead," she says. "We can set up camp there before night fall." She turns to Blair. "We're almost there, Blair, I promise. Think you can make it just a little longer?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn looks at her for a moment longer before she turns to you. "Keep an eye on her, will you?" She doesn't give you a moment to reply though before she's turning away and walking again. You spare a glance over at Blair and wonder if maybe there is something you can do for her after all.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Leave her be</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

You reach your arm out to her and she stares at it in confusion before she glances up at your face. "Take it," you urge her. "Lean on me; I'll support you." You can sense her hesitation, the 'are you sure?' on the tip of her tongue, but after a moment she agrees and takes a hold of your arm. She leans against you, and you have to adjust your footing to compensate for the weight she puts on you, but you can already tell it's easier for her. And even though your body is wracked with aches and pains of its own, you just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost an arm, you don't want to lose a leg too by being reckless. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

You feel for Blair, you really do; but with your own body feeling like it's seconds from shutting down, you need to worry about yourself first. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost an arm, you don't want to lose a leg too by being reckless. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

The trees open up to a clearing, a small river running through its center and you finally come to a stop. "We'll set up camp here for tonight," Quinn announces as she guides Blair over to a tree stump and the other woman takes the seat gratefully. "Best make yourself comfortable, $name. It's going to be a long night." "How did you know this was here?" you ask her, gesturing to the river and Quinn approaches to stand next to you. "I didn't," she states. "But my parent's were survivalists; I know what to look for." You look down at the river, the water rushing at your feet and your throat tightens, painfully parched. "If you're thirsty, we'll need to get a fire going. My mod's no use against cholera." "Right," you mutter and you turn away from the river, worried that if you look at it any longer, you'll throw all caution to the wind and plunge your head right in. She suddenly claps you on the back and you look at her, startled. "I'll collect some wood," she says. "Stay with Blair." It's a command more than a suggestion and she sets off on her task, leaving no room for arguments. With a sigh, you make your way over to Blair and sit on the ground next to her. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm ambush 2-18">><</button>></center>

<<if $weapon is "crossbow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and quiver off your back, dumping both on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "bow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag, bow and quiver off your back, dumping all three on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and rifle off your back, dumping both on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your feet.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your feet.<</if>> Blair looks down at you and nods, though it's not quite enough to mask her discomfort. "Yeah," she responds weakly and you watch her hands move to cradle her belly. "He's just very active today." "He?" you repeat. "You think it's a boy?" "I guess so." She shrugs. "That's just always how I imagine him at least." You nod and lapse into silence as you watch her. She stares up at the trees and you can't help but wonder what she's thinking. Before you can think about it for too long, however, Quinn reappears with her arms full of sticks and tinder. She walks up to the two of you, drops her haul on the ground and without a word, sets about building a fire. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm ambush 2-19">><</button>></center>

By the time night falls, the fire is raging and Quinn divvied up the last of her rations consisting of dried meat and fruit leather - though you both gave most of it to Blair. You were even able to quench your thirst with water Quinn was able to boil in the dented metal canteen cup she had in her backpack. <<if $blanket is false>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat and a thin sleeping bag on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>><<if $blanket is true>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat, a thin sleeping bag and the emergency blanket you took from the camping store on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>> "You should sleep," Quinn says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts and you look up at her to find her staring into the flames. You wonder momentarily if she's afraid of it. "We'll need to get an early start tomorrow." "What about you?" You ask and she finally looks at you "I'll keep watch," she says simply, her words leaving no invitation for response, before she turns her attention back to the fire. Glancing between her and Blair's sleeping form, you wonder how much of a regular occurence this is, with the former staying up and doing what she can to protect both of them while letting the latter rest. You have a sneaking suspicion it happens more often than not and you have to ask yourself whether listening to Quinn will do more harm than good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer to keep watch instead</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-20-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Listen to Quinn and go to sleep</div>' 'xrv arm ambush 2-21-1'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>"Let me," you say and she looks back at you, confused. You clear your throat to clarify. "I'll keep watch. You probably need sleep more than I do." Quinn looks away from you and to somewhere in the dark trees, shaking her head. "But I don't trust you," she says quietly. "I don't know you enough to trust you." "Believe what you want," you tell her. "Trust me or don't; I don't care. But I won't let anything happen to you or Blair. I give you my word." "And what if your word means nothing to me?" You shrug your shoulders, exasperated. "You two are kind of all I have currently. As much as we evidently don't like each other, I'd rather not be alone." You look away from her to the fire, hoping that it can warm you up somewhere deep inside. "I won't do anything to jeopardise that." You hear her heave a sigh and grumble quietly to herself before she concedes. "Fine," she huffs before she settles down on her coat and a pile of dried leaves. "Wake me in a few hours to trade places." You nod but she's turned away and it's only a few minutes before her breathing evens out and she's fast asleep. You return your attention to the fire, adding another piece of wood as you take a deep breath and listen to the silence of the forest. You don't know long you sit there for, the minutes ticking by as you feed the fire, as you keep watch, as you listen for any signs of danger. The heat of the fire begins to burn your eyes and you close them for a moment. Just one moment of relief. <center><<button "Just... one... moment..." "xrv arm ambush 2-20-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>"Okay," you relent, and she glances at you out the corner of her eye. You hunker down on the ground, using your backpack as a lumpy and uncomfortable pillow before pulling your weapon closer to you to make sure its within reach if you need it. You scoot closer to the fire and let your eyes slip closed as the flames warm your side. "Good night, Quinn," you mumble as you let yourself get pulled down into sleep. She doesn't reply but it doesn't matter; you're slipping too deep into unconsciousness to even register anything she could say. It doesn't take long until you're gone entirely. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm ambush 2-21-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out a pair of feet mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_xray.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. "So much for your word," the latter hisses. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out a pair of feet mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <<if $art is true>><center><img src="images/alaric_fire_xray.png"></center><</if>> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>Blair gasps, excited //for// you about your mod in a way that makes you feel weird. "What is it?" she asks and you feel the weight of her stare as she watches you. "X-ray vision," you tell her and you can't help but feel a sense of detachment as you speak about your mod, as if it's not yourself you're talking about but someone else. "I can see through organic matter." "Wow," she breathes, starstruck. "And the negative effects?" Quinn interjects and the softness from before is immediately gone. You take a deep breath. "It's not something I can turn off; the two of you just look like skeletons to me." Blair falls quiet and Quinn shakes her head slowly, oddly sympathetic to your cause. "Can't believe we paid actual money for this shit." The silence takes over and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "xrv leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100), $lie_to_blair to true>>The lie rolls off your tongue before you can stop yourself and you're not quite sure why you lied, only that you did. Perhaps it's a smart decision, one you're hoping works out in the long run, but for now you need to see it through. Blair hesitates before she smiles again and there's something about it that makes you feel all the more guilty for lying. "Nothing wrong with that," she tells you and you force yourself to return her smile. Before the guilt eats away at you completely though, you tear your eyes away from her and you clear your throat once more, desperate to change the subject. <center><<button "\"So, where are we going exactly?\"" "xrv leg 2-9">><</button>></center>

"Dunno," Quinn says with a shrug as she glances back at you briefly. "Somewhere far, far away from this shithole." You glance around, once again taking in your surroundings and it's then that you realise you're moving further and further away from your meeting point, from your friends, from your family. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And as much of difficult a decision it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Baxter behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And as hard as it was to leave Rae behind, you have to think about everyone else.<</if>> "Wait, no," you rush to say and Quinn once again looks back at you. "We have to go back." Quinn scoffs and turns away. "Absolutely not. We're trying //not// to die here." "But my family -" "Probably dead by now, just like anyone else that matters." "No," you insist. "They can't be." Quinn huffs, whirling around to face you and by this point, the three of you have stopped walking altogether. "Look, I don't know what to tell you, $name," she starts. "I'm not risking mine or Blair's life for people that I don't even know, or whether or not they're even still worth going back for." <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg 2-10">><</button>></center>

You hold Quinn's eye contact for a long time, hoping to change her mind through that simple action. "I can't just abandon them." Quinn draws back and for a moment you think you've done it, but then she shrugs. "Well, good luck with that. C'mon, Blair." She begins to walk again but you remain glued to your spot and Blair seems conflicted as she looks between the two of you. "Quinn, wait -" "You heard $them," she snaps. "$They want$s to play rescuer; I'm not gonna stand in $their way." Beginning to feel hopeless, you scramble for some way to convince her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn</div>' 'xrv leg 2-11-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Blair</div>' 'xrv leg 2-11-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"Quinn, please!" You hurry after her, your head swimming with nausea at having to move so fast, and she slowly turns around. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looks at you pointedly. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't just abandon you here and now?" she asks and you inhale sharply, wracking your brain for something you could say to change her mind.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I\'m a good fighter, I can help keep you and Blair safe.\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-11-3'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"I can\'t do it alone. I need your help.\"</div>' 'xrv leg 2-11-4'>><</link>></center> </div>

She stares at for a long moment before she noticeably turns her attention to the empty space where your leg used to be. "You sure about that?" she questions and you turn your head away, looking to the ground. "That may have been true before, but a lot has changed for you. And until you figure your shit out, you're just a liability." "Harsh, Quinn," Blair mumbles as she comes up next to you and the other woman rolls her eyes again. "Doesn't make it any less true," she grumbles. "We're not turning back." <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg ambush 2-12">><</button>></center>

The silence spans hours and you can't seem to help but feel betrayed by Quinn and Blair despite the two woman being near strangers. It's silly really, you can't exactly blame them for not wanting to go back with you; it's a suicide mission on all accounts and just like Quinn said, they have no real reason to //want// to help. But on the other hand, this is your //family//, the only people you've been able to count on for months and after already losing one friend in this endeavor, you just can't believe you're losing everyone else too. You find yourself watching Quinn. Her back is straight, her gait stiff and she clutches a staff in her right hand so tightly, you can envision the wood splintering beneath her gloved fingers. She's made herself unapproachable in everyway and you imagine that must work quite nicely to deter anyone who doesn't pose any real threat. <center>''[What do you think of Quinn?]''</center><div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility but that doesn\'t mean you have to like her.</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-13'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">You understand her hostility and you admire her for it.</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-14'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>She stares at you for a long moment before she heaves a sigh. "Fine," she grumbles. "But we're turning around at the first sign of danger." "Thank you," you say and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "You said it was back that way?" She points to somewhere behind you and you've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. "She's never done that before," Blair says quietly as you follow Quinn. "She's usually pretty set in her ways... I'm impressed." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg go back 2-12">><</button>></center>

You whirl around to face the pregnant woman, your hand going to her shoulder to ground yourself. "Blair, //please//." <<if $blair_mistrust is false>>She stares at you for a moment before she gives a small nod. "Quinn, wait," she calls after her friend. "You promised." Quinn turns with a huff, her exasperation evident in every little move she makes. "That was before $they suggested a suicide mission," she hisses as she storms back towards you. "Now I'm realising how much of a liabilty $they $is_are." Blair huffs. "Then //I'll// go with $them," she says and both you and Quinn look at her in shock. "Since you want to be so stubborn." Quinn turns to you then, unamused. "I hope you understand just how lucky you are." Her eyes flick away from your face to somewhere behind you. "You said it was back that way?" You've barely even begun to nod before she's pushing past you and Blair. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn to the other woman to find her already looking at you. "Thank you, Blair." She nods. "Of course. If I knew where my family was, I'd want to go after them too." You hum. "I just hope it's worth it," you mumble and the two of you begin to follow Quinn. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg go back 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>><<if $blair_mistrust is true>>Blair avoids your eyes and gently pries your hand off her arm. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "Quinn's right." She moves away from you then, going after the other woman, and you're left standing there leaving you either with the choice to follow them or go back on your own. And as you glance down at the stump of your arm, a shocking wave of phantom limb pain shooting through you, you know which you have to pick. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg ambush 2-12">><</button>></center><</if>>

It makes sense why she's so unwilling to help, to risk her own life for someone she doesn't know but you're stuck together now. Whether either of you like it or not, you need to rely on each other for survival and with the way Quinn acts, you can't exactly imagine yourself going out of your way to help her willingly. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship + 10, 0, 100)>>In a world like this it's every person for themself and Quinn is just doing what she needs to in order to keep her and Blair alive. You don't imagine you'd be any different if you were in her shoes; you just wish it weren't at the expense of your family. You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for city ruins to morph into barren farmlands. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you get to wherever the hell you’re going. But for some reason you keep moving. Some reason is named Quinn. She walks with the determination of someone who knows where they're going, but you know better. The three of you have just picked a direction and stuck with it, hoping that somewhere done the line you'll find something of use to you. You have your doubts though. You glance over at Blair and find that she's not doing any better than you are. She's out of breath and slower than you even. You don't know how much longer she can go on for.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Appeal to Quinn\'s fondness for Blair to convince her to stop for a break </div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Just keep walking</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

You reach your free arm out to her and she stares at it in confusion before she glances up at your face. "Take it," you urge her. "Lean on me; I'll support you." You can sense her hesitation, the 'are you sure?' on the tip of her tongue, but after a moment she agrees and takes a hold of your arm. She leans against you, and you have to adjust your footing and placement of the poker to compensate for the weight she puts on you, but you can already tell it's easier for her. And even though your body is wracked with aches and pains of its own, you just keepmoving forward. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost a leg, you don't want to lose the other by being reckless. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>>"Quinn," you call out, attempting to get the woman's attention but she barely even tilts her head in acknowledgement that she heard you. "Quinn, we have to stop." "No way," she replies, and you watch from behind as she shifts her staff from her right hand to her left. "We still have a few hours of daylight; we have to keep moving." You roll your eyes. "I somehow don't think Blair is going to last a few hours." At mention of the other woman's name, Quinn immediately stops and spins on her feet. "Blair, tell me what's wrong," she says. "Are you hurt somewhere?" She's just beginning to shuck off her gloves when Blair shakes her head. "I'm fine," she replies, though her heavy breathing betray how truly not fine she is. "We can keep going." <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg ambush 2-15-1">><<set $PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1>><</button>></center><<case 2>>Quinn observes her friend for a moment before she clicks her tongue. "You're huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf," she states. "We should find some place to set up camp. Not out here though, we're too exposed." "I think I see a barn in the distance," Blair offers weakly and Quinn glances over her shoulder to confirm it. "And get blown up like stumpy over there?" She says, nodding towards you and you shoot her a glare in response, still feeling sensitive about the loss of your limb. "No way, it's too risky. There's a forest behind it though where we can set up camp; think you can make it that far?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn leans forward, cupping her face, and kisses her cheek before she starts walking again. You can't take your eyes off Blair however and you wonder if there's anything you can do to help her.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Do nothing</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div><</switch>>

You don't know that there's anything you can do for her - at this point, you yourself are even struggling to stay standing - so you just keep pressing on. One measly hobble at a time, you remind yourself. You don't see that you have any other choice. Suddenly Quinn stops and she turns to face you. "There's a forest up ahead," she says. "We can set up camp there before night fall." She turns to Blair. "We're almost there, Blair, I promise. Think you can make it just a little longer?" Blair glances at the forest in question and wilts ever so slightly at the distance but she nods nonetheless. Quinn looks at her for a moment longer before she turns to you. "Keep an eye on her, will you?" She doesn't give you a moment to reply though before she's turning away and walking again. You spare a glance over at Blair and wonder if maybe there is something you can do for her after all.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer her your arm</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-16-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Leave her be</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-16-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

You feel for Blair, you really do; but with your own body feeling like it's seconds from shutting down, you need to worry about yourself first. Before you know it, the forest is in front of you and dense, overgrown trees tower above you, blocking out the sun and the little warmth it provided. Quinn doesn't stop to admire the new landscape, forcing you and Blair to keep up with her brutal pace as she marches through the trees. Your mind briefly flicks back to Dakota and the bear trap that ravaged her leg in a forest just like this one, and you keep your steps careful and deliberate. You've already lost a leg, you don't want to lose the other by being reckless. You follow Quinn deep into the forest, way further than you initially thought necessary, and you're about to beg her to stop when you hear it: the faint sound of rushing water and it suddenly becomes clear where the woman is taking you. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg ambush 2-17">><</button>></center>

The trees open up to a clearing, a small river running through its center and you finally come to a stop. "We'll set up camp here for tonight," Quinn announces as she guides Blair over to a tree stump and the other woman takes the seat gratefully. "Best make yourself comfortable, $name. It's going to be a long night." "How did you know this was here?" you ask her, gesturing to the river and Quinn approaches to stand next to you. "I didn't," she states. "But my parent's were survivalists; I know what to look for." You look down at the river, the water rushing at your feet and your throat tightens, painfully parched. "If you're thirsty, we'll need to get a fire going. My mod's no use against cholera." "Right," you mutter and you turn away from the river, worried that if you look at it any longer, you'll throw all caution to the wind and plunge your head right in. She suddenly claps you on the back and you look at her, startled. "I'll collect some wood," she says. "Stay with Blair." It's a command more than a suggestion and she sets off on her task, leaving no room for arguments. With a sigh, you make your way over to Blair and sit on the ground next to her. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg ambush 2-18">><</button>></center>

<<if $weapon is "crossbow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and quiver off your back, dumping both on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "bow">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag, bow and quiver off your back, dumping all three on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "rifle">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag and rifle off your back, dumping both on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "handguns">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your foot.<</if>><<if $weapon is "mod">>"Are you okay?" You ask, glancing up at her as you pull your bag off your back, dumping it on the ground by your foot.<</if>> Blair looks down at you and nods, though it's not quite enough to mask her discomfort. "Yeah," she responds weakly and you watch her hands move to cradle her belly. "He's just very active today." "He?" you repeat. "You think it's a boy?" "I guess so." She shrugs. "That's just always how I imagine him at least." You nod and lapse into silence as you watch her. She stares up at the trees and you can't help but wonder what she's thinking. Before you can think about it for too long, however, Quinn reappears with her arms full of sticks and tinder. She walks up to the two of you, drops her haul on the ground and without a word, sets about building a fire. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg ambush 2-19">><</button>></center>

By the time night falls, the fire is raging and Quinn divvied up the last of her rations consisting of dried meat and fruit leather - though you both gave most of it to Blair. You were even able to quench your thirst with water Quinn was able to boil in the dented metal canteen cup she had in her backpack. <<if $blanket is false>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat and a thin sleeping bag on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>><<if $blanket is true>>Blair sleeps next to you, bundled up in her coat, a thin sleeping bag and the emergency blanket you took from the camping store on the dirt and you can't help but glance at her every few moments, wondering if she's warm enough. Although if you really think about it, you only have the fire and the clothes on your back, you have to wonder if //you'll// be warm. Already you can feel the chill of the night seeping in.<</if>> "You should sleep," Quinn says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts and you look up at her to find her staring into the flames. You wonder momentarily if she's afraid of it. "We'll need to get an early start tomorrow." "What about you?" You ask and she finally looks at you "I'll keep watch," she says simply, her words leaving no invitation for response, before she turns her attention back to the fire. Glancing between her and Blair's sleeping form, you wonder how much of a regular occurence this is, with the former staying up and doing what she can to protect both of them while letting the latter rest. You have a sneaking suspicion it happens more often than not and you have to ask yourself whether listening to Quinn will do more harm than good.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Offer to keep watch instead</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-20-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">Listen to Quinn and go to sleep</div>' 'xrv leg ambush 2-21-1'>><</link>></center> </div>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless - 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating + 10, 0, 100)>>"Let me," you say and she looks back at you, confused. You clear your throat to clarify. "I'll keep watch. You probably need sleep more than I do." Quinn looks away from you and to somewhere in the dark trees, shaking her head. "But I don't trust you," she says quietly. "I don't know you enough to trust you." "Believe what you want," you tell her. "Trust me or don't; I don't care. But I won't let anything happen to you or Blair. I give you my word." "And what if your word means nothing to me?" You shrug your shoulders, exasperated. "You two are kind of all I have currently. As much as we evidently don't like each other, I'd rather not be alone." You look away from her to the fire, hoping that it can warm you up somewhere deep inside. "I won't do anything to jeopardise that." You hear her heave a sigh and grumble quietly to herself before she concedes. "Fine," she huffs before she settles down on her coat and a pile of dried leaves. "Wake me in a few hours to trade places." You nod but she's turned away and it's only a few minutes before her breathing evens out and she's fast asleep. You return your attention to the fire, adding another piece of wood as you take a deep breath and listen to the silence of the forest. You don't know long you sit there for, the minutes ticking by as you feed the fire, as you keep watch, as you listen for any signs of danger. The heat of the fire begins to burn your eyes and you close them for a moment. Just one moment of relief. <center><<button "Just... one... moment..." "xrv leg ambush 2-20-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out a pair of feet mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <center><img src="images/alaric_fire_xray.png"></center> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. "So much for your word," the latter hisses. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<set $tactless to Math.clamp($tactless + 10, 0, 100), $calculating to Math.clamp($calculating - 10, 0, 100)>>"Okay," you relent, and she glances at you. You hunker down on the ground, using your backpack as a lumpy and uncomfortable pillow before pulling your weapon closer to you to make sure its within reach if you need it. You scoot closer to the fire and let your eyes slip closed as the flames warm your side. "Good night, Quinn," you mumble as you let yourself get pulled down into sleep. She doesn't reply but it doesn't matter; you're slipping too deep into unconsciousness to even register anything she could say. It doesn't take long until you're gone entirely. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg ambush 2-21-2">><</button>></center>

<<set $meet_alaric to true>>Something is wrong. You're barely awake but you can tell. You can feel it in your bones. The air is too still, and filled with a cold that goes deeper than just the chill of night. No, there's danger lurking and you're still wrapped up in the throes of sleep. Opening your eyes is a struggle and you're taken back to the day before, where you found yourself trapped in the ruins of a suburban house. Except now you're free, in the middle of a forest, half asleep and vulnerable. Finally you get them open and the first thing you notice is that the fire has died down to glowing embers, leaving you mostly blind in the darkness of the trees. Somehow though, it provides enough light for you to make out a pair of feet mere inches from your face. Though still delirious from sleep, you let your eyes travel upwards and you find a man sitting on his haunches in front of you. You open your mouth, to say something or scream or do anything really, but he stops you before you can get the chance by raising a knife to where you think his lips are and shushing you. <center><img src="images/alaric_fire_xray.png"></center> "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says and his voice is a deep grumble. Your eyes flick to your weapon, just within reach, and he seems to notice, clicking his tongue in displeasure. "I wouldn't do that either. Unless you want your friends to pay the price." His words are slow to register in your mind but when they do, you look around your pitiful campfire in a panic and notice that there are at least three other people surrounding you. One has a knife pressed to Blair's neck, another holds a gun to Quinn's temple. The man in front of you clicks his tongue again, bringing your attention back to him. "Enough show and tell," he grumbles before pointing his knife at you. "Get up; I've got a deadline to meet." <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

You chance another glance at the woman beside you and her smile softens in what you suspect is an attempt to put you at ease. "I can't wait to meet them," she says. "If they're alive," Quinn interjects suddenly and you shoot her a glare though there's not really a point while you're standing on her blind side. She slows her pace to a stop before gesturing around with her staff. "Alright, this is where we found you; where do we go from here?" You let your eyes drag across your surroundings, feeling somewhat unsettled when they come to a stop on the ruins of the house you found yourself trapped this morning. It's chilling to think that a piece of you is still trapped in there; your arm now slowly decomposing beneath a heap of rubble. Shaking off your ease, you force yourself to look away and remember how you got here. It's all kind of blurry; you were running for so long, nothing sticks out in your memory when thinking of identifiable landmarks. But you know you came from the left and so you point in that direction before letting your feet lead you. <center><<button "\"This way.\"" "mc arm go back 2-14">><</button>></center>

You chance another glance at the woman beside you and her smile softens in what you suspect is an attempt to put you at ease. “I can't wait to meet them,” she says. “If they're alive,” Quinn intersects suddenly and you shoot her a glare though there's not really a point while you're standing on her blind side. She slows her pace to a stop before gesturing around with her staff. “Alright, this is where we found you; where do we go from here?” You let your eyes drag across your surroundings, feeling somewhat unsettled when they come to a stop on the ruins of the house you found yourself trapped this morning. It's chilling to think that a piece of you is still trapped in there; your leg now slowly decomposing beneath a heap of rubble. Shaking off your ease, you force yourself to look away and remember how you got here. It's all kind of blurry; you were running for so long, nothing sticks out in your memory when thinking of identifiable landmarks. But you know you came from the left and so you point in that direction before letting your foot and impromptu walking stick lead you. <center><<button "\"This way.\"" "mc leg go back 2-14">><</button>></center>

You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for suburbia to melt into city ruins. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you collapse entirely. But you keep moving, letting thoughts of your family spur you on. "How much longer, $name?" Quinn grumbles and you glance at her over your shoulder. Her gait is stiff and a sheen of sweat decorates her forehead, the unscarred side of her face twisted in discomfort. But most noticeably is Blair leaning against her for support, out of breath and in far worse shape than both you and her blind counterpart. Glancing around at your surroundings, you clear your throat.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Not long. I think...\"</div>' 'mc arm go back 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Just keep going, alright?\"</div>' 'mc arm go back 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"You //think//?" Quinn scoffs but she doesn't stop following you. "That seems like something you should //know//." "Quinn," Blair whines in between huffs of breath and the other woman glances at her, her features softening slightly. "Not now, please." "Fine." She makes a show of pinching her thumb and forefinger together before dragging them across her lips. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one foot in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship - 10, -100, 100)>>Quinn grumbles again, quietly enough that you don't hear whatever insult you assume she threw your way. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one foot in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "mc arm go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

Just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you turn onto a familiar street and a relieved smile breaks out on your face. "There it is," you say, pointing towards the apartment building before you glance at the women a few steps behind you. Without a moments hesitation, you speed up, an unspoken agreement between the three of you to get inside and off the street as fast as possible. You lead them inside the building in silence. Nervous anticipation courses through you and you can't help but take the stairs a little faster than you normally would. You hear Quinn calling after you to slow down but you can't seem to help it, racing to the fifth floor like your life depends on it. You're out of breath by the time you burst into the apartment. "Dad? Dakota?" You step further into the apartment with the intention of searching it when you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting on the couch is the severed head of the deer from yesterday<<if $kill_deer is true>>, a bullet hole ripped clean through its skull<</if>>. And you realise with horrifying clarity that rifle propped up next to it belongs to <<if $leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>> You hear your companions enter behind you but you can't seem to pull your eyes away. "What is this?" Quinn hisses, disturbed by the sight in front of you and she glances around the apartment in suspicion, her staff clutched defensively in her hands. "I think it's a warning," you manage to choke out and you shift uneasily on your feet. The apartment's empty, no doubt a work of Androids; your father and sister gone, whether of their volition or... You don't want to think about it. "Seems more like a trap to me," she mutters. "We should leave." Against your better judgement, you take a step closer, dodging the long dried pool of blood in front of the couch while doing so. You notice a faint blinking light coming from the deers right eye and upon closer inspection, your blood runs cold as you realise its a camera. //They know you're here.// <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for suburbia to melt into city ruins. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you collapse entirely. But you keep moving, letting thoughts of your family spur you on. "How much longer, $name?" Quinn grumbles and you glance at her over your shoulder. Her gait is stiff and a sheen of sweat decorates her forehead, the unscarred side of her face twisted in discomfort. But most noticeably is Blair leaning against her for support, out of breath and in far worse shape than both you and her blind counterpart. Glancing around at your surroundings, you clear your throat.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Not long. I think...\"</div>' 'mc leg go back 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Just keep going, alright?\"</div>' 'mc leg go back 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"You //think//?" Quinn scoffs but she doesn't stop following you. "That seems like something you should //know//." "Quinn," Blair whines in between huffs of breath and the other woman glances at her, her features softening slightly. "Not now, please." "Fine." She makes a show of pinching her thumb and forefinger together before dragging them across her lips. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one pathetic hobble in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship - 10, -100, 100)>>Quinn grumbles again, quietly enough that you don't hear whatever insult you assume she threw your way. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just keep moving//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "mc leg go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

Just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you turn onto a familiar street and a relieved smile breaks out on your face. "There it is," you say, pointing towards the apartment building before you glance at the women a few steps behind you. Without a moments hesitation, you speed up, an unspoken agreement between the three of you to get inside and off the street as fast as possible. You lead them inside the building in silence. Nervous anticipation courses through you and you can't help but take the stairs a little faster than you're phsyically able, causing you to stumble. You hear Quinn calling after you to slow down but you can't seem to help it, racing to the fifth floor like your life depends on it. You're out of breath by the time you burst into the apartment. "Dad? Dakota?" You step further into the apartment with the intention of searching it when you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting on the couch is the severed head of the deer from yesterday<<if $kill_deer is true>>, a bullet hole ripped clean through its skull<</if>>. And you realise with horrifying clarity that rifle propped up next to it belongs to <<if $leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>> You hear your companions enter behind you but you can't seem to pull your eyes away. "What is this?" Quinn hisses, disturbed by the sight in front of you and she glances around the apartment in suspicion, her staff clutched defensively in her hands. "I think it's a warning," you manage to choke out and you shift uneasily on your foot. The apartment's empty, no doubt a work of Androids; your father and sister gone, whether of their volition or... You don't want to think about it. "Seems more like a trap to me," she mutters. "We should leave." Against your better judgement, you take a step closer, dodging the long dried pool of blood in front of the couch while doing so. You notice a faint blinking light coming from the deers right eye and upon closer inspection, your blood runs cold as you realise its a camera. //They know you're here.// <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

You retrace your steps in silence, wedged in between the two women, and the closer you get to your destination, you find yourself praying with every fibre of your being that you'll find them all. <<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>> if you'll ever get to kiss her again<<if $rae_rom < 50>> and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss her again <<if $rae_rom < 50>>and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>> You feel a soft nudge at your side that pulls you from your thoughts and you look to Blair to find her smiling sheepishly at you. "I wanted to ask about your family," she explains and your eyebrows shoot upward in surprise. "If that's okay?" She quickly adds after seeing your expression. "Yeah, sure," you reply before clearing your throat and schooling your face back into something neutral. "There's my dad; growing up, he used to be really strict but I've come to realise that he was just scared of anything bad happening to us. My sister, Dakota, she's a couple years older than me. We didn't always get along but I can't imagine my life without her." You glance at her briefly and she gives an encouraging smile to continue. "Then there's Felix, my best friend. We met in high school but I don't really remember a time he wasn't there by my side. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "sr arm go back 2-13">><</button>></center>

You chance another glance at the woman beside you and her smile softens in what you suspect is an attempt to put you at ease. "I can't wait to meet them," she says. "If they're alive," Quinn interjects suddenly and you shoot her a glare though there's not really a point while you're standing on her blind side. She slows her pace to a stop before gesturing around with her staff. "Alright, this is where we found you; where do we go from here?" You let your eyes drag across your surroundings, feeling somewhat unsettled when they come to a stop on the ruins of the house you found yourself trapped this morning. It's chilling to think that a piece of you is still trapped in there; your arm now slowly decomposing beneath a heap of rubble. Shaking off your ease, you force yourself to look away and remember how you got here. It's all kind of blurry; you were running for so long, nothing sticks out in your memory when thinking of identifiable landmarks. But you know you came from the left and so you point in that direction before letting your feet lead you. <center><<button "\"This way.\"" "sr arm go back 2-14">><</button>></center>

You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for suburbia to melt into city ruins. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you collapse entirely. But you keep moving, letting thoughts of your family spur you on. "How much longer, $name?" Quinn grumbles and you glance at her over your shoulder. Her gait is stiff and a sheen of sweat decorates her forehead, the unscarred side of her face twisted in discomfort. But most noticeably is Blair leaning against her for support, out of breath and in far worse shape than both you and her blind counterpart. Glancing around at your surroundings, you clear your throat.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Not long. I think...\"</div>' 'sr arm go back 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Just keep going, alright?\"</div>' 'sr arm go back 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"You //think//?" Quinn scoffs but she doesn't stop following you. "That seems like something you should //know//." "Quinn," Blair whines in between huffs of breath and the other woman glances at her, her features softening slightly. "Not now, please." "Fine." She makes a show of pinching her thumb and forefinger together before dragging them across her lips. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one foot in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship - 10, -100, 100)>>Quinn grumbles again, quietly enough that you don't hear whatever insult you assume she threw your way. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one foot in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "sr arm go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

Just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you turn onto a familiar street and a relieved smile breaks out on your face. "There it is," you say, pointing towards the apartment building before you glance at the women a few steps behind you. Without a moments hesitation, you speed up, an unspoken agreement between the three of you to get inside and off the street as fast as possible. You lead them inside the building in silence. Nervous anticipation courses through you and you can't help but take the stairs a little faster than you normally would. You hear Quinn calling after you to slow down but you can't seem to help it, racing to the fifth floor like your life depends on it. You're out of breath by the time you burst into the apartment. "Dad? Dakota?" You step further into the apartment with the intention of searching it when you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting on the couch is the severed head of the deer from yesterday<<if $kill_deer is true>>, a bullet hole ripped clean through its skull<</if>>. And you realise with horrifying clarity that rifle propped up next to it belongs to <<if $leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>> You hear your companions enter behind you but you can't seem to pull your eyes away. "What is this?" Quinn hisses, disturbed by the sight in front of you and she glances around the apartment in suspicion, her staff clutched defensively in her hands. "I think it's a warning," you manage to choke out and you shift uneasily on your feet. The apartment's empty, no doubt a work of Androids; your father and sister gone, whether of their volition or... You don't want to think about it. "Seems more like a trap to me," she mutters. "We should leave." Against your better judgement, you take a step closer, dodging the long dried pool of blood in front of the couch while doing so. You notice a faint blinking light coming from the deers right eye and upon closer inspection, your blood runs cold as you realise its a camera. //They know you're here.// <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

You retrace your steps in silence, wedged in between the two women, and the closer you get to your destination, you find yourself praying with every fibre of your being that you'll find them all. <<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss her again <<if $rae_rom < 50>>and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss her again <<if $rae_rom < 50>>and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>> You feel a soft nudge at your side that pulls you from your thoughts and you look to Blair to find her smiling sheepishly at you. "I wanted to ask about your family," she explains and your eyebrows shoot upward in surprise. "If that's okay?" She quickly adds after seeing your expression. "Yeah, sure," you reply before clearing your throat and schooling your face back into something neutral. "There's my dad; growing up, he used to be really strict but I've come to realise that he was just scared of anything bad happening to us. My sister, Dakota, she's a couple years older than me. We didn't always get along but I can't imagine my life without her." You glance at her briefly and she gives an encouraging smile to continue. "Then there's Felix, my best friend. We met in high school but I don't really remember a time he wasn't there by my side. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "sr leg go back 2-13">><</button>></center>

You chance another glance at the woman beside you and her smile softens in what you suspect is an attempt to put you at ease. “I can't wait to meet them,” she says. “If they're alive,” Quinn intersects suddenly and you shoot her a glare though there's not really a point while you're standing on her blind side. She slows her pace to a stop before gesturing around with her staff. “Alright, this is where we found you; where do we go from here?” You let your eyes drag across your surroundings, feeling somewhat unsettled when they come to a stop on the ruins of the house you found yourself trapped this morning. It's chilling to think that a piece of you is still trapped in there; your leg now slowly decomposing beneath a heap of rubble. Shaking off your ease, you force yourself to look away and remember how you got here. It's all kind of blurry; you were running for so long, nothing sticks out in your memory when thinking of identifiable landmarks. But you know you came from the left and so you point in that direction before letting your foot and impromptu walking stick lead you. <center><<button "\"This way.\"" "sr leg go back 2-14">><</button>></center>

You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for suburbia to melt into city ruins. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you collapse entirely. But you keep moving, letting thoughts of your family spur you on. "How much longer, $name?" Quinn grumbles and you glance at her over your shoulder. Her gait is stiff and a sheen of sweat decorates her forehead, the unscarred side of her face twisted in discomfort. But most noticeably is Blair leaning against her for support, out of breath and in far worse shape than both you and her blind counterpart. Glancing around at your surroundings, you clear your throat.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Not long. I think...\"</div>' 'sr leg go back 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Just keep going, alright?\"</div>' 'sr leg go back 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"You //think//?" Quinn scoffs but she doesn't stop following you. "That seems like something you should //know//." "Quinn," Blair whines in between huffs of breath and the other woman glances at her, her features softening slightly. "Not now, please." "Fine." She makes a show of pinching her thumb and forefinger together before dragging them across her lips. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one pathetic hobble in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship - 10, -100, 100)>>Quinn grumbles again, quietly enough that you don't hear whatever insult you assume she threw your way. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just keep moving//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "sr leg go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

Just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you turn onto a familiar street and a relieved smile breaks out on your face. "There it is," you say, pointing towards the apartment building before you glance at the women a few steps behind you. Without a moments hesitation, you speed up, an unspoken agreement between the three of you to get inside and off the street as fast as possible. You lead them inside the building in silence. Nervous anticipation courses through you and you can't help but take the stairs a little faster than you're phsyically able, causing you to stumble. You hear Quinn calling after you to slow down but you can't seem to help it, racing to the fifth floor like your life depends on it. You're out of breath by the time you burst into the apartment. "Dad? Dakota?" You step further into the apartment with the intention of searching it when you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting on the couch is the severed head of the deer from yesterday<<if $kill_deer is true>>, a bullet hole ripped clean through its skull<</if>>. And you realise with horrifying clarity that rifle propped up next to it belongs to <<if $leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>> You hear your companions enter behind you but you can't seem to pull your eyes away. "What is this?" Quinn hisses, disturbed by the sight in front of you and she glances around the apartment in suspicion, her staff clutched defensively in her hands. "I think it's a warning," you manage to choke out and you shift uneasily. The apartment's empty, no doubt a work of Androids; your father and sister gone, whether of their volition or... You don't want to think about it. "Seems more like a trap to me," she mutters. "We should leave." Against your better judgement, you take a step closer, dodging the long dried pool of blood in front of the couch while doing so. You notice a faint blinking light coming from the deers right eye and upon closer inspection, your blood runs cold as you realise its a camera. //They know you're here.// <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

You retrace your steps in silence, wedged in between the two women, and the closer you get to your destination, you find yourself praying with every fibre of your being that you'll find them all. <<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>> if you'll ever get to kiss her again<<if $rae_rom < 50>> and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss her again <<if $rae_rom < 50>>and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>> You feel a soft nudge at your side that pulls you from your thoughts and you look to Blair to find her already looking at you "I wanted to ask about your family," she explains and your eyebrows shoot upward in surprise. "If that's okay?" She quickly adds after seeing your expression. "Yeah, sure," you reply before clearing your throat and schooling your face back into something neutral. "There's my dad; growing up, he used to be really strict but I've come to realise that he was just scared of anything bad happening to us. My sister, Dakota, she's a couple years older than me. We didn't always get along but I can't imagine my life without her." You glance at her briefly before continuing. "Then there's Felix, my best friend. We met in high school but I don't really remember a time he wasn't there by my side. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm go back 2-13">><</button>></center>

You chance another glance at the woman beside you and though you can't see it, you almost feel the smile she directs at you. "I can't wait to meet them," she says. "If they're alive," Quinn interjects suddenly and you shoot her a glare though there's not really a point while you're standing on her blind side. She slows her pace to a stop before gesturing around with her staff. "Alright, this is where we found you; where do we go from here?" You let your eyes drag across your surroundings, feeling somewhat unsettled when they come to a stop on the ruins of the house you found yourself trapped this morning. It's chilling to think that a piece of you is still trapped in there; your arm now slowly decomposing beneath a heap of rubble. Shaking off your ease, you force yourself to look away and remember how you got here. It's all kind of blurry; you were running for so long, nothing sticks out in your memory when thinking of identifiable landmarks. But you know you came from the left and so you point in that direction before letting your feet lead you. <center><<button "\"This way.\"" "xrv arm go back 2-14">><</button>></center>

You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for suburbia to melt into city ruins. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you collapse entirely. But you keep moving, letting thoughts of your family spur you on. "How much longer, $name?" Quinn grumbles and you glance at her over your shoulder. Her gait is stiff and it's clear that she's tired. But most noticeably is Blair leaning against her for support, out of breath and in far worse shape than both you and her blind counterpart. Glancing around at your surroundings, you clear your throat.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Not long. I think...\"</div>' 'xrv arm go back 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Just keep going, alright?\"</div>' 'xr arm go back 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"You //think//?" Quinn scoffs but she doesn't stop following you. "That seems like something you should //know//." "Quinn," Blair whines in between huffs of breath and the other woman glances at her. "Not now, please." "Fine." She makes a show of pinching her thumb and forefinger together before dragging them across her lips. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one foot in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship - 10, -100, 100)>>Quinn grumbles again, quietly enough that you don't hear whatever insult you assume she threw your way. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one foot in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "xrv arm go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

Just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you turn onto a familiar street and a relieved smile breaks out on your face. "There it is," you say, pointing towards the apartment building before you glance at the women a few steps behind you. Without a moments hesitation, you speed up, an unspoken agreement between the three of you to get inside and off the street as fast as possible. You lead them inside the building in silence. Nervous anticipation courses through you and you can't help but take the stairs a little faster than you normally would. You hear Quinn calling after you to slow down but you can't seem to help it, racing to the fifth floor like your life depends on it. You're out of breath by the time you burst into the apartment. "Dad? Dakota?" You step further into the apartment with the intention of searching it when you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting on the couch is the severed head of the deer from yesterday<<if $kill_deer is true>>, a bullet hole ripped clean through its skull<</if>>. And you realise with horrifying clarity that rifle propped up next to it belongs to <<if $leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>> You hear your companions enter behind you but you can't seem to pull your eyes away. "What is this?" Quinn hisses, disturbed by the sight in front of you and she glances around the apartment her staff clutched defensively in her hands. "I think it's a warning," you manage to choke out and you shift uneasily on your feet. The apartment's empty, no doubt a work of Androids; your father and sister gone, whether of their volition or... You don't want to think about it. "Seems more like a trap to me," she mutters. "We should leave." Against your better judgement, you take a step closer, dodging the long dried pool of blood in front of the couch while doing so. You notice a faint blinking light coming from the deers right eye and upon closer inspection, your blood runs cold as you realise its a camera. //They know you're here.// <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

You retrace your steps in silence, wedged in between the two women, and the closer you get to your destination, you find yourself praying with every fibre of your being that you'll find them all. <<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_baxter is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Baxter. If he's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_bax is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss him again <<if $bax_rom < 50>>and have him kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>> if you'll ever get to kiss her again<<if $rae_rom < 50>> and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Your mind begins to wonder, as it has so often today, back to Rae. If she's okay, if you made the right choice...<<if $kiss_rae is true>>if you'll ever get to kiss her again <<if $rae_rom < 50>>and have her kiss you back<</if>>.<</if>> You somehow doubt you'll get the answers to those questions any time soon.<</if>> You feel a soft nudge at your side that pulls you from your thoughts and you look to Blair to find her already looking at you "I wanted to ask about your family," she explains and your eyebrows shoot upward in surprise. "If that's okay?" She quickly adds after seeing your expression. "Yeah, sure," you reply before clearing your throat and schooling your face back into something neutral. "There's my dad; growing up, he used to be really strict but I've come to realise that he was just scared of anything bad happening to us. My sister, Dakota, she's a couple years older than me. We didn't always get along but I can't imagine my life without her." You glance at her briefly before continuing. "Then there's Felix, my best friend. We met in high school but I don't really remember a time he wasn't there by my side. <<if $leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>And Rae's my sister's friend. She's the smartest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Baxter's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about him, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>And I met Baxter when all of this was just starting. He’s the bravest person I've ever met." You cut yourself off abruptly before you can say Rae's name. You can't bring yourself to tell Blair about her, not right now anyway. It hurts too much.<</if>> <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg go back 2-13">><</button>></center>

You chance another glance at the woman beside you and though you can't see it, you almost feel the smile she directs at you. "I can't wait to meet them," she says. "If they're alive," Quinn interjects suddenly and you shoot her a glare though there's not really a point while you're standing on her blind side. She slows her pace to a stop before gesturing around with her staff. "Alright, this is where we found you; where do we go from here?" You let your eyes drag across your surroundings, feeling somewhat unsettled when they come to a stop on the ruins of the house you found yourself trapped this morning. It's chilling to think that a piece of you is still trapped in there; your leg now slowly decomposing beneath a heap of rubble. Shaking off your ease, you force yourself to look away and remember how you got here. It's all kind of blurry; you were running for so long, nothing sticks out in your memory when thinking of identifiable landmarks. But you know you came from the left and so you point in that direction before letting your feet lead you. <center><<button "\"This way.\"" "xrv arm go back 2-14">><</button>></center>

You don't know how long you're walking for, long enough for suburbia to melt into city ruins. You're tired, cold and hungry, and your body feels heavier than it ever has despite missing an integral piece. You need to stop and catch your breath, recover some before you collapse entirely. But you keep moving, letting thoughts of your family spur you on. "How much longer, $name?" Quinn grumbles and you glance at her over your shoulder. Her gait is stiff and it's clear that she's tired. But most noticeably is Blair leaning against her for support, out of breath and in far worse shape than both you and her blind counterpart. Glancing around at your surroundings, you clear your throat.<div class="choices"> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Not long. I think...\"</div>' 'xrv leg go back 2-15-1'>><</link>></center> <center><<link '<div class="choice-item">\"Just keep going, alright?\"</div>' 'xr leg go back 2-15-2'>><</link>></center> </div>

"You //think//?" Quinn scoffs but she doesn't stop following you. "That seems like something you should //know//." "Quinn," Blair whines in between huffs of breath and the other woman glances at her. "Not now, please." "Fine." She makes a show of pinching her thumb and forefinger together before dragging them across her lips. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just one pathetic hobble in front of the other//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

<<set $q_ship to Math.clamp($q_ship - 10, -100, 100)>>Quinn grumbles again, quietly enough that you don't hear whatever insult you assume she threw your way. You look away from the two women and keep your eyes trained on the road ahead. You try your best to tamper down your anxiety but it only seems to grow with each step you take. //Just keep moving//, you remind yourself. <center><<button "Next" "xrv leg go back 2-16">><</button>></center>

Just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you turn onto a familiar street and a relieved smile breaks out on your face. "There it is," you say, pointing towards the apartment building before you glance at the women a few steps behind you. Without a moments hesitation, you speed up, an unspoken agreement between the three of you to get inside and off the street as fast as possible. You lead them inside the building in silence. Nervous anticipation courses through you and you can't help but take the stairs a little faster than you're phsyically able, causing you to stumble. You hear Quinn calling after you to slow down but you can't seem to help it, racing to the fifth floor like your life depends on it. You're out of breath by the time you burst into the apartment. "Dad? Dakota?" You step further into the apartment with the intention of searching it when you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting on the couch is the severed head of the deer from yesterday<<if $kill_deer is true>>, a bullet hole ripped clean through its skull<</if>>. And you realise with horrifying clarity that rifle propped up next to it belongs to <<if $leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_baxter is true>>Baxter.<</if>><<if $leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>><<if $forced_leave_rae is true>>Rae.<</if>> You hear your companions enter behind you but you can't seem to pull your eyes away. "What is this?" Quinn hisses, disturbed by the sight in front of you and she glances around the apartment, her staff clutched defensively in her hands. "I think it's a warning," you manage to choke out and you shift uneasily on your foot. The apartment's empty, no doubt a work of Androids; your father and sister gone, whether of their volition or... You don't want to think about it. "Seems more like a trap to me," she mutters. "We should leave." Against your better judgement, you take a step closer, dodging the long dried pool of blood in front of the couch while doing so. You notice a faint blinking light coming from the deers right eye and upon closer inspection, your blood runs cold as you realise its a camera. //They know you're here.// <center><h1>End of Demo</h1></center>

<<nobr>><center><h1>''Chapter, the Third''</h1></center> <center><h2>''$name $surname''</h2></center> Your first instinct is to duck.<</nobr>>

Many of the characters you'll meet in the story are Genetically Modified, including your own. These Modifications develop randomly and some are more useful than others, however they //all// come with negative side effects. The Modications you are able to choose from are as follows: ''Mind Control'' is the ability to alter a person's thoughts and control their mind. Negative effects: the longer and more intensely the user employs this mod, the higher the risk of the user losing their own mind/sanity. ''Sense Removal'' is the ability to remove a person's senses (sight, scent, touch, taste, hearing) for a period of time. Negative effects: the user will lose the same sense they've taken for that period of time. ''X-Ray Vision'' is the ability to see through solid objects and organic matter. Negative effects: the mod is permanent; the user is not able to switch 'x-ray vision' and 'normal vision'.

TWO SIDES OF A ROBOT WAR

In the post apocalyptic world of 2078, humanity has all but been wiped out by World War III. A war between the genetically modified and the mechanically enhanced, the number of survivors is limited, unknown and dying slowly.

Being humanities last saving grace, you're ready to put an end to the death and destruction. You're determined to stop this war, prepared to die to save those who remain. The question remains though; how successful will you be?

Two Sides of a Robot War is an interactive novel in which you play as the main character; the only person capable of stopping the war between Androids and Mods. There are five romanceable characters: Baxter Marx, the Muscle; Rae Calvert, the Brains; Kelly Lightwood, the Enemy; Blair Hadden, the Wildcard; and Alaric Vance, the Leader.

Kelly is gender selectable; set Kelly to female.

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