04-20-2016, 02:30 AM
We pass by the living room as I glance over at the curb stomped granny still lying on the floor. I start to gag picturing in my head the naughty images that have been seared into my memory.
"Your picturing something disgusting in your head again, aren't you?" Asks Karen well looking at the little old lady and then back to me.
"Lets move on." I say well tasting the food I just ate in my mouth again. As we reach the next room I can see that the door is already open. I peek my head inside, anything?
(Somewhat Unlikely) No, and...
No Cannibals. It looks like a dining room with a somewhat small table and a couple chairs probably for one person and a guest. There is a china cabinet against the far wall and a picture in a fancy frame sitting above the table. On the table in the moldy remains of some frozen dinner meal the owner of the house must of been having before he left. Can we find anything to take with us?
(Somewhat Unlikely) No.
We don't find anything worth taking so we vacate the room leaving the maggot infested meal on the table behind us.
As we approach what must be the master bedroom do we see anything?
(50/50) Yes.
I can see that the door has a hole blasted in it and there is a large puddle of blood soaked into the carpeting just outside the door.
"I wonder what happened here?" Karen asks well staring at the blood stain on the floor.
"Looks like somebody died." I state well taking a step closer to the door. I lean in close to see if I catch a glimpse of anything through the jagged hole in the door.
(50/50) No.
"I don't see anything." I tell Karen stepping back from the door. "I can't really get a good look though. We are just going to have to open it to find out for sure." I say well reaching for the handle. Is the owner of the house still at home?
(50/50) Yes.
Slobbering zombie.
I open the door and sitting on the bed in front of us is the geriatric porn loving slob we seen in the pictures on the computer. He is wearing a greasy blood stained wife beater and yellow stained whitey-tighties. He turns to looks at me as a line of drool falls from the corner of his mouth.
Do I see anything else in the immediate vicinity?
(50/50) Yes, but...
Above average flashlight.
As he begins to stand up I back away from the door grabbing the Rusty Pipe Wrench from my bag. I can see that he is gripping a metal-cased flashlight like a cop would have in his hairy sausage fingers.
He moans then farts as he starts to hobble his way towards us. I am pretty sure he just shit his pants as the reeking body odor and smell of feces fills my nostrils. "Fuck! This guy is a walking cesspool!" I yell as he holds the flashlight above his head like he plans to hit me with it. I pinch my nose closed with my free hand and I run up to him swinging the wrench for his head. Do I get him?
(50/50) No, and...
The revolting sack of shit side steps my swing and swings his flashlight at my face. Can I get my arm up in time to block it?
(50/50) No.
Severe Injury: Incapacitating and may become Critical if untreated.
He cleans my clock smashing me across the face with the hard metal flashlight knocking the wrench out of my hand and sending me falling to the ground at his sweaty hairy feet.
"Kevin!" I hear Karen scream as I roll onto my back looking at the ceiling well the room spins and the lights grow dim. I can feel something wet running down the side of my face. The stinky fuck comes into view over top of me and I can tell he is looking down probably trying to figure out how he can fit me into a deep fryer before eating me. Can Karen save me in time to stop that from happening?
(50/50) No, but...
The repulsive beast drops to his knees beside me letting out another wet sounding horrific fart. He lets go of the flashlight and reaches for me with both hands. Can I fend him off?
(50/50) Yes, but...
Dizzily I am able to get my hand up in time to grab his throat with my arm outstretched as he reaches for me. Drool and pieces of rotten food fall out of his mouth onto my arm as he pushes himself closer to my face. "Karen." I try to yell but it only comes out as a whisper. Does she help me?
(Somewhat Likely) Yes, and...
I see Karen out of the corner of my eye and she is standing above the vile fuck with my pipe wrench over her head. "Get off him!" She yells as she swings it for his balding head. Does she get him?
(Somewhat Likely) No.
Just as the wrench is about to bash his brains out the ugly bastard turns his head towards Karen and the wrench grazes his head not causing any damage at all. He reaches his arm out for Karen's leg. Does he get her?
(50/50) No.
Karen lifts her leg up at the last second dodging the grasp of the slobbering idiots hand. Am I starting to come to my senses yet?
(50/50) Yes.
I am starting to be able to see more clearly now as I reach down and pick up the metal flashlight lying besides me. As the beast turns back towards me with his drool covered mouth wide open I shove the flashlight towards his gaping maw. Can I aim straight?
(Somewhat Likely) Yes.
Killed.
The end of the flashlight jams into his greasy mouth busting out his teeth and imbedding itself into his throat. As the disgusting fuck begins to fall back swinging his arms wildly for the flashlight I push myself up still ramming it further down his throat. By the time his back is on the ground I am on top of his fat gut with the flashlight no longer in sight cramming my entire forearm down his rancid throat.
With a wet gurgling sound his arms finally cease to function and his glazed over eyes roll back into his head. I wretch my arm free from his throat pulling out the gore covered flashlight still clenched in my fingers. As I start to fall back to the floor behind me Karen catches my fall with her hands and gently helps me sit up with the wall to my back.
"Your picturing something disgusting in your head again, aren't you?" Asks Karen well looking at the little old lady and then back to me.
"Lets move on." I say well tasting the food I just ate in my mouth again. As we reach the next room I can see that the door is already open. I peek my head inside, anything?
(Somewhat Unlikely) No, and...
No Cannibals. It looks like a dining room with a somewhat small table and a couple chairs probably for one person and a guest. There is a china cabinet against the far wall and a picture in a fancy frame sitting above the table. On the table in the moldy remains of some frozen dinner meal the owner of the house must of been having before he left. Can we find anything to take with us?
(Somewhat Unlikely) No.
We don't find anything worth taking so we vacate the room leaving the maggot infested meal on the table behind us.
As we approach what must be the master bedroom do we see anything?
(50/50) Yes.
I can see that the door has a hole blasted in it and there is a large puddle of blood soaked into the carpeting just outside the door.
"I wonder what happened here?" Karen asks well staring at the blood stain on the floor.
"Looks like somebody died." I state well taking a step closer to the door. I lean in close to see if I catch a glimpse of anything through the jagged hole in the door.
(50/50) No.
"I don't see anything." I tell Karen stepping back from the door. "I can't really get a good look though. We are just going to have to open it to find out for sure." I say well reaching for the handle. Is the owner of the house still at home?
(50/50) Yes.
Slobbering zombie.
I open the door and sitting on the bed in front of us is the geriatric porn loving slob we seen in the pictures on the computer. He is wearing a greasy blood stained wife beater and yellow stained whitey-tighties. He turns to looks at me as a line of drool falls from the corner of his mouth.
Do I see anything else in the immediate vicinity?
(50/50) Yes, but...
Above average flashlight.
As he begins to stand up I back away from the door grabbing the Rusty Pipe Wrench from my bag. I can see that he is gripping a metal-cased flashlight like a cop would have in his hairy sausage fingers.
He moans then farts as he starts to hobble his way towards us. I am pretty sure he just shit his pants as the reeking body odor and smell of feces fills my nostrils. "Fuck! This guy is a walking cesspool!" I yell as he holds the flashlight above his head like he plans to hit me with it. I pinch my nose closed with my free hand and I run up to him swinging the wrench for his head. Do I get him?
(50/50) No, and...
The revolting sack of shit side steps my swing and swings his flashlight at my face. Can I get my arm up in time to block it?
(50/50) No.
Severe Injury: Incapacitating and may become Critical if untreated.
He cleans my clock smashing me across the face with the hard metal flashlight knocking the wrench out of my hand and sending me falling to the ground at his sweaty hairy feet.
"Kevin!" I hear Karen scream as I roll onto my back looking at the ceiling well the room spins and the lights grow dim. I can feel something wet running down the side of my face. The stinky fuck comes into view over top of me and I can tell he is looking down probably trying to figure out how he can fit me into a deep fryer before eating me. Can Karen save me in time to stop that from happening?
(50/50) No, but...
The repulsive beast drops to his knees beside me letting out another wet sounding horrific fart. He lets go of the flashlight and reaches for me with both hands. Can I fend him off?
(50/50) Yes, but...
Dizzily I am able to get my hand up in time to grab his throat with my arm outstretched as he reaches for me. Drool and pieces of rotten food fall out of his mouth onto my arm as he pushes himself closer to my face. "Karen." I try to yell but it only comes out as a whisper. Does she help me?
(Somewhat Likely) Yes, and...
I see Karen out of the corner of my eye and she is standing above the vile fuck with my pipe wrench over her head. "Get off him!" She yells as she swings it for his balding head. Does she get him?
(Somewhat Likely) No.
Just as the wrench is about to bash his brains out the ugly bastard turns his head towards Karen and the wrench grazes his head not causing any damage at all. He reaches his arm out for Karen's leg. Does he get her?
(50/50) No.
Karen lifts her leg up at the last second dodging the grasp of the slobbering idiots hand. Am I starting to come to my senses yet?
(50/50) Yes.
I am starting to be able to see more clearly now as I reach down and pick up the metal flashlight lying besides me. As the beast turns back towards me with his drool covered mouth wide open I shove the flashlight towards his gaping maw. Can I aim straight?
(Somewhat Likely) Yes.
Killed.
The end of the flashlight jams into his greasy mouth busting out his teeth and imbedding itself into his throat. As the disgusting fuck begins to fall back swinging his arms wildly for the flashlight I push myself up still ramming it further down his throat. By the time his back is on the ground I am on top of his fat gut with the flashlight no longer in sight cramming my entire forearm down his rancid throat.
With a wet gurgling sound his arms finally cease to function and his glazed over eyes roll back into his head. I wretch my arm free from his throat pulling out the gore covered flashlight still clenched in my fingers. As I start to fall back to the floor behind me Karen catches my fall with her hands and gently helps me sit up with the wall to my back.