Act 3
Welcome to Limestone
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"Wolfy?"
A soft, familiar voice. A clean touch on your cheek.
"Wolfy, wake up."
You struggle to speak, but your mouth seems glued shut. You grind your teeth in frustration.
"It's time to wake up, Wolfy. You have to wake up now."
Since your mouth won't work, you try your eyes. Your eyelids are like slabs of granite. Your will is a man trying to lift a mountain.
"Wake up, Wolfy. Wake up, or it'll be too late. Hurry! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Christ, wake up! Jesus christ fucking wake up come on no please wake up please WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!"
ssssssssssssssssssss.
Wake up, wolf.
You open your eyes.
Jesse is mouthing words frantically above you. There is blood on her face, her hair. Her hands are on you, shaking you back and forth.
You see but do not hear. You smell something burning, but do not feel Jesse's hands on you.
You taste blood.
Sound begins to bleed in, like an approaching wave on the beach. Static. High pitched whining noises. A vague tingling sensation begins to spread outward from Jesse's hands all over your body.
The noise grows louder, closer. Jesse's mouth continues to open and shut, but you can hear nothing but the strange hissing, whining sound. From beyond it, buried within it, voices.
You left me alone
You look like you've seen a ghost
They've everywhere, now
We should head north
I think Jacob is one of them.
No.
What do you want?!
I see my family. They're dead, blaming me.
Why don't you ask her how her father died?
See you around, tits.
He misses his family.
Your sons died in the wars.
Wolfy. Wake up.
The strange bubble of sound around you snaps. Or, more accurately, ruptures. The voices, the hissing, and the high pitched whining vanish in an instant and normal noise pours in like water from all sides.
Jesse is screaming your name over and over.
You gasp and reach upward.
Jesse recoils, looking at you in shock.
"You're alive!" she says.
The vague tingling sensation suddenly takes a turn for the pins and needles. You grimace in pain.
"Jesus Christ, we have to get out of here!" Jesse says.
You push the sensation of someone inserting a million needles into your skin to the back of your mind.
You are laying on a sidewalk. Jesse is crouched near you a few feet away. You look around. You see the intersection with the piled up cars not far behind you. Your car is "parked" close to you, the passenger side door open. There's a lot of blood everywhere. It looks like the side window has shattered.
"Can you walk?" Jesse says. "We have to get moving. They're coming."
"C... car..." you say weakly.
"Can't," Jesse shakes her head. "Blew a tire. And I mean blew. The whole damn thing is ripped open. I can't fucking turn it."
You look behind you again. The crazy teeth are gone, and there's no sign of Nicole, No-Face, or any crawlers. The stoplight is silent, vacant. No sign of activity. Gray mist floats everywhere.
Out of the mist, from behind, come the slow, awkward lurches of faceless, appearing through the mist like ink soaked up by a paper. Three. Four. No, five.
You struggle to get to your feet. You make it halfway and collapse back down to the pavement. Your hand goes to your head.
"Ugghh..." you say, wincing as your hand touches a raw spot on your face. "What... happened?"
"I don't think this is the time for talking," Jesse says, eying the faceless. Her rifle is slung over her shoulder.
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1. Get up, and get moving. Away from the faceless. Worry about cover later. You'll have to leave the supplies here for now, you could be surrounded.
2. Get up, try to grab some supplies from the car. You might not be able to make it back here.
3. Get up, and head for the nearest building. See if you can get inside, barricade the door.
4. Lay back down. This is too much to ask. Nobody should have to endure what you've endured. Time for a well deserved resst.
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