>>5973589>>5973457>>5973379>>5973280You sent the text. "I just woke up in a dumpster with lead in my renals. No clue what the fuck happened, but I need a ripper that won't snitch."
Instantly, Diode's reply appears.
"dude we've worked 2gthr since before u were at tt. ofc ill sort u out. in little europe. near the library."
So you've got somewhere to go.
Another message pops up.
"the nixxes still looking 4 you. like i say, want to make an example. others are flatlined. u must've really riled them up. cant help til ur out of the area. good luck choom"
So, you're alone. At least he can help you once you're out, but you've got an angry gang to deal with. The nixxes... you must be in South NC, right? You seem to remember that they're a, posergang, right? The nixxes... Shit.
You shake your head hard, trying to clear the brainfog. It works, a little. You went into their bar, the Watergate... if you're close, it's about 10 blocks to Little Europe. If you're close.
You feel... well, not bad, really. Considering you're almost certainly going to die in the next few days, without help. A dull ache all over, and a bit of pain when you move.
[Inventory:]
>Phone.>Armalite-44.>A crushed inhaler. [ Actions:]
>1: Call 911. Hopefully Trauma Team can help. Even if you can't afford it. >2: Search the alleyway for... something.>3: Leave the alleyway, look around.>4: Try to contact the others from your crew.>5: Use something from your inventory.>6: [Write-in. ] 