@miracledestroyer
awww hell.
the last of the ammo for the bb gun sputters out of the near useless weapon and sop ii curses the world, the monsters, and the weapon for her current misfortunes. “good monsters...” she mutters, as she begins backing up against a wall. her processors run wild, trying to find a way for her to get out of this. seems like they only want the living and apparently, even though most beings would not call her living, these creatures weren’t really beings with intelligence.
“anyone?” she yells, trying to scout some help. “someone?” she continues, backing up against a wall, having turned a wrong corner. the creatures and flying items begin approaching her. their murderous intent are clear in those glazed, broken eyes.
“ahhh, screw it!” she begins clobbering the nearest ghastly monstrosity with her empty gun, screaming some vulgarities as she does so. the flying utensils hit her. she had numbed her feelings to avoid feeling any pain. they did manage to nick off her some of her clothes with every attack.
“damnit! help!!’


















