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The first thing that you see is an overcast sky, full of milky pink clouds that blot out the sun. The second thing that you see is a horrific landscape composed of flesh and bone. Twitching pillars of meat protrude from the earth and tower towards the heavens, covered in throbbing veins. Bulbous buboes swollen with unknown fluids cover the landscape – some of them are bigger than you are. As for the ground, it has been replaced by a slick, sweaty layer of skin, decorated with tufts of wiry hair or misshapen lumps of enamel.
The only normal thing is the bunker behind you, a metal structure that appears to have burst from the ground, judging from the obscene amount of blood that stains the metal and the titanic wound in the earth that it appears to have emerged from. It takes a moment for the shock to wear off but as soon as it does, the pungent and sour stench of the landscape kicks in. You find yourself gagging and you double over – it takes all of your fortitude and willpower to keep yourself from regurgitating the contents of your stomach.
“Well, I'll be... You alright over there, Baseline? I ain't ever seen one o' your kind before, but you seem like you're strugglin' a tad.”
Somehow, your mind is able to make sense of the monstrous gibbering that assaults your ears. You turn towards the source of the sound and behold an abomination that might have once been human. Her head almost looks like a spider's, with six compound eyes and a pair of gigantic, quivering mandibles. Her arms are scrawny and stick-like, including the third one that emerges out of her sternum and ends with some sort of sticky, oozing orifice rather than a hand. A set of eight hairy arachnoid legs stick out her hips and support her weight, while any human legs she might have once had have been reduced to stumps. As for her clothes, she wears an apron that is draped over her malformed figure, made out of some sort of greasy pink membrane, while a stiff and leathery broad-brimmed hat that sits on top of her bald head. You're only able to recognise her as feminine due to something about her garbled voice and the semblance of a womanly figure – a narrow waist, broad hips and substantial breasts.
You're still clutching the peculiar gun that you picked up in the bunker. Perhaps you should test it on this horrific monster before she inflicts any harm on you. For now she's keeping her distance, but you don't like the way that she's pointing her oozing sternum-arm at you.
>Take aim and open fire on her.
>Pull your knife out and rush her.
>Try to communicate with her.
>Run away as fast as you can.
