Ulgh what am I doing. Drabbling and trying something else out, I guess. Bear (wait or shit is it bare? Crap which one) in mind that this is practice, so if it feels off at all, that would be why. Feel free to correct me.
I own no rights and stake no claims, but I do own a copy of the game. I think. Somewhere.
I have heard about ordinarily weak people stepping up in a dangerous situation, but until now this had never been a thing proven to me. Of course I've read the studies, but there's always this difference, a lack of belief no matter how strong the evidence, when someone has not experienced something firsthand.
I am not a strong guy, and I will be the first to admit it. I'm kind of a wimp, when all's said and done. But here, right now, in this hospital fighting for my life against whatever these demons are, I feel like I could take on the world.
I pause in my running to catch my breath, the lighting outside the window flashing, thunder rumbling. In the dim light provided for mere moments at a time, I can make out several things; A soda machine, old, out of order, pushed over and heavily damaged, Magazine shreddings, all useless, and the dingy, untended to floor. Further down the hallway, I can hear the scuffle of a chest-maw's grimy, dead-fleshed feet, and adrenaline surges within me. My moment's breather is done, I have to get going. I have only two more bullets left, and I can't waste them on something so easily defeated. Again, I have this feeling of being able to take on the world and win. I only hope I stay strong long enough to make it there.