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You’re two seconds away from kicking down the door and rushing out into the storm when you catch yourself.
As tempting as it is to track down that coffee-guzzling monster as soon as possible, you’re certain she has some kind of plan waiting for your arrival… and you’d have to be some kind of fool to think it didn’t have something to do with whatever she injected into you.
It all makes sense now–that stupid injection at the beginning of the night… why? Who else did she get to while fixing them up? She messed with Raj when you brought everyone below the manor… at this point <span class="mu-i">anyone</span> could turn!
“You alright?” Asks Chuck as he easily sees through the forced stoicism on your face. <span class="mu-i">RIVKA</span>, you snarl, you’ve seen her! She was at the damn party this whole time!
The words barely leave your lips before Chuck is out of his chair and by the door! Snatching his <span class="mu-s">HUNTING RIFLE</span> off of the rack and taking a box of <span class="mu-s">CARTRIDGES</span> with him, he glares at you impatiently like a dog ready for a walk!
“What the hell are you waiting for? Let’s <span class="mu-i">SKIN</span> her!”
Wait, you sputter, you’re not planning on jogging over there, are you!?
“Fuck no!” Roars the groundskeeper, “We’re taking my <span class="mu-s">TRUCK!</span> C’mon, kid!”
What say ye?
>HELL YEA, OLD MAN!
>WAIT, WE SHOULD PROBABLY GO SEPARATELY!
>ERRR, NEVER MIND… LET’S NOT GO YET…
>WRITE-IN!
