[ As the days have gone on, the spores have only spread, making it so that there's hardly any part of Wonderland someone can safely spend time in without having to wear a gas mask. Steve's heard of a number of safe areas -- the bar, the diner, one of the tea rooms -- and he can only hope that they haven't been compromised.
More than that, supplies are running low. The closets have grown less and less cooperative as the days have passed, probably because Wonderland wants to demonstrate what it would really be like to live in a post-apocalyptic world. Steve doesn't know if the filter in his gas mask is even doing its job anymore, but his hope is that by this point it won't matter anyway. The event has to be over soon, right?
For that reason he's been trying to hold out until the day changes over, but the Infected have only grown nastier over time. He's up on one of the top floors when his phone goes off.
Darcy's panicked, near to tears, and Steve can't even get a word in before the call cuts off. He doesn't know what that clicking sound was, but he doesn't like it. At least Darcy managed to get out where she was. He has no idea why she's hanging out down on the first floor, where the spore levels are so heavy, but he can't think about that right now. He just needs to get to her.
So he speeds down the stairs, sometimes leaping down whole flights of them. He has to put down some Infected on the way there, but for the most part he can avoid or outrun them.
The coffee shop is a complete mess, and at first Steve doesn't know where Darcy is, at least not until he hears a muffled cry from the back room. He maneuvers around the mess, and as he gets closer he hears that same clicking sound. He's not sure where Darcy is, but as soon as Steve sees the Infected, its entire head one putrid mass of fungus, he takes the chance to sneak up on it.
He slams his shield into the side of its head, causing it to let out a clicking screech as it reels to the side. ]
Darcy! I've got it! Get the hell out of here! [ Not that the hallway will necessarily be safer, but -- ]
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More than that, supplies are running low. The closets have grown less and less cooperative as the days have passed, probably because Wonderland wants to demonstrate what it would really be like to live in a post-apocalyptic world. Steve doesn't know if the filter in his gas mask is even doing its job anymore, but his hope is that by this point it won't matter anyway. The event has to be over soon, right?
For that reason he's been trying to hold out until the day changes over, but the Infected have only grown nastier over time. He's up on one of the top floors when his phone goes off.
Darcy's panicked, near to tears, and Steve can't even get a word in before the call cuts off. He doesn't know what that clicking sound was, but he doesn't like it. At least Darcy managed to get out where she was. He has no idea why she's hanging out down on the first floor, where the spore levels are so heavy, but he can't think about that right now. He just needs to get to her.
So he speeds down the stairs, sometimes leaping down whole flights of them. He has to put down some Infected on the way there, but for the most part he can avoid or outrun them.
The coffee shop is a complete mess, and at first Steve doesn't know where Darcy is, at least not until he hears a muffled cry from the back room. He maneuvers around the mess, and as he gets closer he hears that same clicking sound. He's not sure where Darcy is, but as soon as Steve sees the Infected, its entire head one putrid mass of fungus, he takes the chance to sneak up on it.
He slams his shield into the side of its head, causing it to let out a clicking screech as it reels to the side. ]
Darcy! I've got it! Get the hell out of here! [ Not that the hallway will necessarily be safer, but -- ]