Backstory: People have disappearing for months now and the police never found them. You went looking into the case, you never found any trace, then someone kept following you until one day they restrained you then took you away. Now you be forced to fight for your life in the middle of nowhere, good luck.
Name: Age: (16-38) Build: (Slight, Medium, Stocky or Husky) Inventory: Chance: 100-1 (This will change as you go a long) Kills: Status: Healthy Wounds:
You wake up on the ground, a dry grey dirt floor. In front of you is a walmart, behind you is a pub and to your sides just more dirt. What do you do? You have no memory of what has happened.
"Gotta love America," I giddily say to myself. I hop over the counter and grab both a rifle and a flare gun, along with spare ammo for each. As soon as I've taken all I can there, I head for the exit.
He gives a pained gasp as you indirectly cut his throat open. He goes limp in a matter of minutes. A man is seen eating some strange green goo next to you, he has a 3rd thumb and an 11th and 12th finger.
If I have any more energy left in me, I keep on running in the same direction. When I have no more energy left, I lie down on the ground. If I had no more energy in the first place, I crawl away from the car until I'm a safe distance away then fall asleep.