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Richard turns to the computer behind him and taps away. He clears the desktop so that the white background (with the <!--emo&
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Gizensha takes aim at one of the werewolves jaws, and throws the silver coin, landing it in one of the creature's open mouths. "Please let this work..." He mutters to himself.
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Rooster scrambles to his feet and runs as fast as he can. The werewolves tore him up pretty bad. His arms and legs were bleeding in many places and he'd lost sight in his left eye. The werewolves were right behind him, he could almost feel their warm breath on the back of his neck.<br><br>He trips and falls down the hole Richard fell down earlier. As he hit the ground he turned over and looked up. Through his one good eye, he could see the werewolves silouetted against the light. There were two of them. They looked down the hole at the wounded Rooster for a moment, growled at each other then walked away.<br><br>Rooster got to his feet as best as he could. His right ankle was twisted and his left arm felt numb and hurt when he tried to move it. He heard shots being fired from down the tunnel.<br><br>"Richard!" he said under his breath. His only chance of surviving was to get to the guy with the gun. Using the tunnel walls as support, he moved towards the gunfire.
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As chaos ensues in the darkened control room, Richard chambers the next bullet and fires again, striking one of the werewolves. However, his effort proves futile in the large crowd. Three werewolves close in around him, and throw him clear across the room, out of sight of the monitors and away from any light source. Everything goes black.
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The noise of the attack hid the al too similar grunts and heavy breathing of a deranged werewolf on the loose. <br><br>When the sun rose the next morning, what little could be identified as GW was spread all across the room, one solitary crossbow bolt lodged in the beam holding up the ceiling. A disgusting sight that met anyone who entered, and it raised suspicion in the group. Perhaps, just perhaps the werewolf was one of their own. The only question was: who?
The end is nigh!
Rooster came around in the living room of the house. He was lying on a delapidated old sofa. Light poured through the curtains in thin beams as they hit the dusty atmosphere of the room. He tried to move but his ankle throbbed. He could see out of both eyes now as he sat up. He looked at his shredded clothes. He had bite marks and scratches all over his arms.<br><br>He couldn't remember what had happened after he'd tried to get to Richard. He figured he'd blacked out and that someone had brought him back to the house.<br><br>(OOC - GW?)
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Richard slowly comes to. As he looks around, he notices a broken ladder and a tarp on the ground beside him. <i>Back in the pit</i>, he thinks, looking around. <i>Was it all just a dream?</i><br><br>Richard reaches into his pocket, pulling out the magnum and opening its chamber. Four silver bullets glisten back at him.
Rooster sat alone for some time thinking. It was light so there was no need to worry about being eaten. He wondered how those werewolves had got in. <br><br>Why didn't Bocaj call a warning? And where the hell had Ghostway gotten to?<br><br>Rooster pulled out his last cigarette and cursed as he realised that Giz still had his lighter. He got up as best he could and limped into the kitchen. Using a mop as a crutch, he moved over to the stove and lit his cigarette on the hob.<br><br>As he moved back to the living room he caught sight of the cellar door. With great aprehension, he decided to check it out. He grabbed the coal shovel from the stove and tore off the mop-head, then lit it with the hob.<br><br>"Ok...I'm gonna get to the bottom of this...I refuse to dye in such stupid clothes!"
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Richard slowly gets up. If it wasn't a dream, two bullets must have somehow appeared in the gun. Yet he wasn't ready to rule out that possibility. A sharp pain in his side forced Richard back to the ground. As pulls his shirt over his head to get a look, light appears from above.<br><br>"Who's there?" he calls out, and uses the new light to look under his shirt. A large gash runs from front to back, and from his experience, Richard realized that it definitely wasn't accounted for.
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