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You find a small, sun burst finish acoustic that would be perfect. You find a case and put it in. As you walk out of the store, you are suddenly attacked by one of the freaks. |
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I step back away from the plant, moving to the left of it and attempting to catch its head on my wrench. |
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You fall to the ground, keeping it from eating your face by holding your wrench by its neckm it growls and snarls at you. |
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Keeping my wrench at its neck, I attempt to kick the creature off of me. If I succeed in this venture, I rush towards it and start striking at its planty-skull with my weapon. |
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With a show of force, you manage to shove it off you and bash its skull to pieces. |
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I catch my breath and take a moment to regain composure. Once down, I head out of the music shop and back to the pharmacy to see if Jennifer is awake. |
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You find her still sleeping, like an angel. |
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I gently set the guitar case down beside her and try to wake her up.
"Jennifer, time to wake up again," I whisper. |
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She awakes, yawning.
"What's up?" She says groggily. |
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"Nap time's finished," I say, pushing the guitar case towards her, "I found you a present." |
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She squeals in excitement and instantly brightens up.
"Thank you SO much! How did you know I wanted this model? It's PERFECT!" |
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"Lucky guess," I say, sharing Jennifer's smile, "I'm glad you like it. It's brightened up outside, are you ready for us to get going?" |
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"Yeah."
Jennifer gathers her things and gets ready to go, staring at the motorcycle.
"What model is this?" She asks. |
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"It's an old Harley-Davidson Road King from 2006," I say, mounting the motorcycle and starting the ignition, "still works though." |
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"Oh wow. That's really old."
Jennifer grabs everything she needs and hops on to the motorcycle, holding onto your chest for support.
"Let's go." |
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I push the kickstand up from the floor with my foot, mentally preparing myself for the drive ahead. I'd need to pick up speed quickly to get away from those things outside. Once Jennifer has made herself comfortable, I rev up the motorcycle with the handgrip and drive it out of the pharmacy, making a sharp turn and starting the journey to the News Station once more. |
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You make your way down to the news station. However, you need to make a quick stop at the gas station.
You pull into the gas station, finding a pump. |
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"Give me a second," I say to Jennifer, parking the bike in front of a pump and beginning to fill it up until it's full. With what looks like the fall of humanity, I don't think anybody will really mind me stealing a bit of fuel for the long road ahead.
"Maybe you could head into the gas station, see if there's anything in there we could use," I suggest. |
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The store looks like it's fairly intact, so Jennifer heads inside.
You tap your foot as you fill it up. |
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I stop tapping my foot, having had no interest in this course of action in the first place. I wait patiently for both the motorcycle to be filled with fuel, and for Jennifer to finish scavenging from the store. |
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Jennifer returns, and you finish filling the gas tank.
"There was an old, homeless man. I gave him some food, if you're okay with it." |
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"That's fine," I say, "did you find anything useful in there?" |
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"The guy was living in there." She said as she gets on the cycle with you. |
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I nod and disconnect the motorcycle from the pump. I wait for Jennifer to make herself comfortable, before continuing on the journey to the News Station. |
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She holds on to your stomach.
"Ready, captain." |
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