5 star but all rooms are vacant - roommates vs c-cats day 2
Oct 23, 2022 17:38:27 GMT -5
Post by rook on Oct 23, 2022 17:38:27 GMT -5
izzy rodríguez
It took several hours for my breathing to return to normal and the aching to fade. My bones are sore, but are no longer bent in an unnatural way - whatever disease they put inside me has been purged, and for maybe the first time since my name was picked out of that bowl and spoken aloud, I feel myself again.
The torment I endured seemed to last an age, but I am slowly beginning to recover now, getting stronger by the minute as I navigate the rest of the abandoned castle.
My first priority is acquiring something that I can use as a weapon. Currently I'm without anything to defend myself with, and running into other tributes or muttations is a near certainty in the games. Hell, it's practically engineered.
The first room I enter is bare, spare for a large half-broken bedframe, the mattress missing and the planks snapped or rotting away. A curtain hangs lazily from a skew railing. The next few doors are not too different, some full of empty boxes, others damaged furniture.
I keep going, in search of something that I can put to use. Persistence in the face of insurmountable odds is how you survive. One room at a time.
I luck out.
In the very next room I find a steel gauntlet, decorated with ceremonial gold leaf, and clutching in its grasp a great shimmering sword. Jackpot. I slip the armoured glove over my dominant hand and wield the blade with it, slicing at the air a few times to get a feel for the balance. I think I can work with it.
Feeling more together, I move on. I wrap my hand around the handle of the next door and open it slowly to the point where something feels off, and I freeze.
A cloaked figure slumps in the corner of the room, unmoving. His flesh is pale and bloated, eyes bulging open, unblinking it stares straight forward. The smell it emits is deeply unpleasant, quickly moving a hand over my nostrils does little to repel it's pungent stench even from this distance.
I don't recognise the face, looks like it could be the boy from Nine, hard to tell with the drooping flesh now hanging loosely off his skull, and the dead eyes. Poor bastard. He must have been one of the three cannons that fired earlier, or it could be that there were more that sounded while I was unconscious.
I move into the room slowly, looking for other danger before I sheath my sword at my waist and approach the dead boy. The corpse won't care if I relieve him from his possessions, now will he? A bladed shield lies angled at his side, unable to protect it's owner from whatever disease or ailment took his life. I'll have far more use for it.
I've dealt with bodies before and never had a problem. The corpses I'm used to dragging are usually half-warm and full of bullet holes, with half their blood spilled into the dirt first. This one looks to have died of other causes, and it's blood has curdled, leaving a swollen, fish-fleshed mass of stomach-turning rot and stink.
I take the shield in both hands and try to lift it. The corpses eyes move, and a hand grips my wrist.
"Jesus, fuck! You're alive?" I try to pull back, but the grip is too tight.
A black blur of motion pulls me from the not-dead person, as a pack of feral creatures pour into the room around us baring their teeth and claws.
"Let go, idiot!" I try to pry the shield from the not-corpse's cold unrelenting fingers.
The dead should not be this determined, but it's with one final yank that it comes free. I scramble on the floor, slipping the shield over my arm and using it to bat away one of the cats flying towards me.
[izzy attacks mutts, bladed shield]
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[Stabbed in Hand -- 8.0 damage]
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