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[ANIMALISTIC IMPULSES + WHISPERS OF THE CITY POWER] It actually doesn't take that long to find one of the few animals that weren't scared of. Your sense of smell and your natural intuition in the layout of buildings makes it easy to find your prey.
Upside, the animal you found should be big enough to feed a village for a bit!
Downside, it's because it's a <span class="mu-r">Brown Bear</span>. The massive animal is busy picking through some of the sparse berries growing off a bush that has entwined with a check out lane.
Digging out for one of your many HARPOON GUNS, you fire it off at the beast before it has time to smell you out. The harpoon embeds deep into its paw. It cries out with a monstrous roar but due to the pheromones, it can't see you.
Good. Now that's pinned and you can aim properly, you take your time aiming your FEDKILLER at it. With your functional invisibility and four anomalously infused slugs, it's dead before it realizes what's going on.
>-4 SHOTGUN SLUGS, 8 LEFT. 2 DOSES OF Q-CORP PHERMONES LEFT.
With the help of your telekinesis and your ANIMALISTIC IMPULSES boosted strength, you slowly drag the thing back outside of the shopping centre. This is right when your pheromones wear off.
Everyone flinches when they see you (in their view) suddenly reappear out of thin fucking air with a 900 pound hunk of bear meat.
"Take this back to the village when you're done, Alexis."
"HOW THE FUCK-"
"Wendy, come with me. You guys go through with the plans I told you about."
>Party now consists of only Wendy and yourself!
No one is going to question your plans now after that little stunt you pulled. The three hunters begin to drag the bear behind them while they follow after Alexis, Lex and Ashley head in the direction of the bank, and Quentin heads towards the INDUSTRIAL WAREHOUSE.
Wendy looks at you. You look at Wendy. You hold up your fist. She holds up her own.
Fost Bunp.
God damn, this is going to be fun. Not that you dislike your other allies, no, you love them equally like they're your own children but-
Wait, you're barely old enough to drink, 21. Most of your allies are the same age or older and last you checked only Frank-
"Hey. Dork. Don't we have a clock tower to investigate?" Oh, right, that. You really do get distracted easily these days, don't you? It's not hard to get a good line of sight of the clock tower due to how fucking tall it is. The two of you begin the long and arduous task of walking over to it.
Feels weird being alone with Wendy. At least with your other allies they're always saying some funny bit or trying to pry in with something but now, it's just you and Wendy. <span class="mu-b">You sorta miss it, though.</span>
The streets are as empty as always and the blocky, imposing buildings have nothing to offer you but empty shelves and snow-filled rooms. The cold wind blowing past your face is your only other company besides her. The abandoned and ancient cars reek of a past you will never experience yourself.
As things should be.
