crunch time
â Stand back. â Picking up a discarded cloth and placing it against the card reader, Homura would fix it into place so it would hold before she took a step back. Taking hold of the rusty pipe she had managed to gather would she brute force her way into things, smashing apart the reader. The cloth was to prevent much noise being made from the combination of the metal against metal and glass and to collect everything so it made less noise. Still a bit vocal, it wasnât anything serious.Â
â Lets hope it has what we need. â Very carefully would Homura stand to the side of the door, giving it a light push open just in case if anything did come out, they would get the sneak on it.Â
âAnti-frustration features, huh?â Smashing the card reader hardly made up for burning virtually every cooking recipe available or randomly clipping through the floor, but the game wasnât really functioning like a game anymore, now was it?
He quietly raised his tire iron and inched ahead of Homura, on the lookout for anything lurking in the shadows. They had two crawlers on the floor, gnawing on a corpse. Another was shambling against the wall.
Jil took the floor-munchers by surprise, bashing in a skull while kicking aside the other. Heâd leave the third to Homura as he wrenched out his weapon.
















