The game is simple; stay alive.

Group 2: (SUBURBS)
Wof *LEADER
Tursi The Puma
Geek *DECEASED*
Anathema

"Throw something to get his attention" Anathema whispered back, "I'll sneak around him and start the truck, we can't leave Tursi behind."

Wof nodded, picked up an empty pill bottle, and tossed it in the direction of the man. He turned quickly to the sound of the racket, and then to the interior of the store, towards the pharmacy, sweeping the beam of light from his flashlight over the toppled shelves and merchandise.

His beam landed on Wof, who stood up calmly, raising his hand in greeting, the pipe firmly clutched in the other. As Wof slowly started walking towards the man, Anathema went in the other direction, ducking behind shelves he crept around the far side of the store. The man still blocked the door from this angle, still focused on Wof, but if he were to move, it would be a straight shot to the truck.

Wof stopped walking, and cautiously placed the pipe on the floor before him, slowly moving his hands back up to his helmet, and removing it from his head.

The man watched silently, keeping the beam steady on Wof.

"Hey there." Wof spoke quietly, "I just needed to come in here to get some medication, I'm not a threat, and I'm not infected. See?"

Wof turned his head from side to side to show that he wasn't bitten on his face or neck, the man squinted, trying to see. He stepped closer to Wof, craning his neck to determine if there were any visible wounds.

Anathema took advantage of this movement and, without making a sound rushed out of the door, and to the bed of the truck.

"Tursi? Hey, you still with me, buddy?"

Tursi shivered slightly as Anathema wiped the cold sweat of his fevered face.

"Ok Tursi, I'm going to give you a shot. It should help you get better, don't freak out."

Anathema removed the wrapper from the syringe and drew the dosage out of the plastice ampule. Tursi didn't seem to feel the needle, though he did shiver again when it came out.

"Alright, that should hopefully do it, here, I'm going to go back inside to get Wof"


Wof had his back to the door and was talking to the man with the Machete. The man was a good foot and a half taller than Wof, he had put his flashlight down and was holding the helmet in one hand, turning it over and looking at it as Wof continued to talk, gesturing at the truck.

Anathema stepped into the doorway, and met the eyes of the tall man, Wof turned around with a smile on his face.

"Hey Anathema! I was just talking to him about the truck, I figured he might be-"

The man swung the machete into...through the side of Wof's face. It cut diagonally down from the top of his his ear to the corner of his mouth before wedging in the skull.

Wof shuddered violently, as though being electrocuted while the man ripped the machete from his skull, and bringing it back to the side of his head, horizontally at eye level.

Blood sprayed as Wof gurgled and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

The man put the helmet on his own head and looked back up towards Anathema, who stood watching in silent horror.

Before he could see anything else, Anathema was out the door, and in the truck, cranking the key frantically to start the old beast. He half-expected the engine not to start, but he was half a mile away before his heart pumped slow enough for him to think clearly.

He drove in the direction of the city, the road now beginning to clear.


****What happens now?