Reddit Cam goin through PTSD.

[No god.]
(Lore time!)
{This Chicago had fallen due to some sort of plague, that could kill within an hour, and it could happen at any point without warning, so it looks like the Alon3 trip.}

Lyric: Huh

[Go to WD's corpse.]

And where would that be?

(Same place it was, in Chicago.)

Lyric: * Goes to where WD is *

*The corpse is still there...*

Lyric: huh

*Still no defib kit...*

Lyric: . . .

*But no Spider-Tank either, so that's good...*

Lyric: Hmmmmmmmmmm

*.*

WD: Who are these guys?

Jackson: You'll see

WD: Why are you in here?

wrong place, ignore

WD: You got any signs of hallucinations? Cause I do..

Lyric: No

WD: Okay.

. . .

*WD walks to his house.*
[Character restored.]

. . .

*now that's left is to return to your home.*

Lyric drives home

[Completed.] {For real this time.}

ye

*WD grabs some binoculars from his scavenger bag.*

Lyric comes back with many supplies

WD: Hey, we're almost home free...

Lyric: I hope

WD: Relax, we'll get there.

Lyric: Yea . . .

WD: We just gotta keep going.

Lyric: Yea yea yea . . .

WD: Can't be that far from Kentucky, right?

Lyric: It's like 300 miles away!

WD: I'll be impressed later... We gotta get out of here first.

Lyric: Well, I'll take the freeway

WD: Good idea.

Lyric: * Takes an entrance on the freeway *

WD: Whatever gets us out fastest...

10 minutes later, Lyric pulls up to a gas station 3 miles away from the city

*WD gets out and grabs an Oil Stimpak to use on himself.*

Lyric: shall I get stuff from the empty gas station

WD: Probably...

Lyric breaks in the gas station

WD: ...

. . .

*WD falls asleep.*

. . .

...

100 miles later

*WD gets up.*
WD: This is my stop.

Lyric: Ok

*WD gets out of the vehicle.*
WD: May our paths cross again...

Lyric: Yea yeah

*You feel like going to Chicago.*

this IS chicago

(No it isn't.)

my bad

[Go to Chicago.]

Lyric: * goes to chicago *

*Same thing as the dream, but no Spider-Tank.*

Lyric: . . .

*You should try looking for WD...*

Lyric: Hmmmmmmm

WD: So? I gotta get back home.

Lyric: Bro . . .

WD: Look, I'm homesick... I miss my home.

Lyric: Fine . . .

WD: Once we're there, you can go back to your home. I'll walk home.

Lyric: Okay . . .

WD: Deal?

Lyric: Deal . . .

WD: Well let's go.

Lyric gets in the car

*He is gone.*

Lyric: uh

*Abandoned cars left and right.*

Lyric: oh well

*A thud is heard.*

Lyric: * Pulls out a Glock 18 *

*A spider-tank is then in front of Lyric.*

Lyric: O_O

*It fires at you.*

Lyric: * starts running *

*His screen looks different.*

what

*No defib kit around either...*

Lyric: * Hides *

*No sound.*

Lyric: o - o

*A small piece of glass lands next to you.*

Lyric: ???

*And another small piece lands on the other side.*

Lyric: uh

*It chases you.*

Lyric: Shit shit shit!

*It fires one of it's missiles at you.*

Lyric: * Shoots it, exploding it in the air *

*It fires another one, and you are injured by the blast radius.*

Lyric: * Shoots an EMP Grenade at it, disabling it *

*It then destroys the ground surrounding it.*

Lyric: * Runs away *

*You go by WD's corpse.*

Lyric: ??

WD: That part I remember, its possibly still around here...

Lyric: . . .

WD: We gotta get out of here...

Lyric: I got a car

WD: Did you bring it with you? Because if not, we can just take one of the thousands of other cars littered out in the streets.

Lyric: I did

WD: Let's go then.

Car time

WD: You know how to drive, right?

Lyric: I'm the best professional street racer ever, I drive for a living!

[Locate a defib kit, it's not too late...]

Lyric: * looks for one *

*You find one.*

Lyric: * uses it on WD *

*It works.*
WD, in a mild panic: WHAT THE F**K IS A KILOMETER?!?

Lyric: a unit of measurement in the metric system

WD: Where am I? How long has it been?

Lyric: I don't know

WD: What the fun happened?

Lyric: Something attacked you

WD: So you have driven through this traffic? Don't answer that, we gotta get out of here...

Lyric would get in his car

*WD gets in the passenger seat.*

Lyric: Just lettin you know, this makes 1600 HP, so get ready

*WD puts on some Bose noise-cancelling headphones on.*

Lyric would slam on the gas, making the car go super fast

*...*

Lyric would be weaving through the abandoned cars

WD: ...

Lyric: You not impressed?

*WD gets in the passenger side.*

Lyric goes back to driving

*WD is looking out the window.*

L a n d

WD: Mmm, grass...

later

WD: We're getting closer...

Lyric: I know

WD: Can't wait to sleep comfortably.

Lyric: okay

*The Spider tank is right above you.*

Lyric: * Resumes runing *

*You get killed.*

bruh

*You wake up back home.*

Lyric: ????

[The end.]

ngl rp kinda sucked

(Consider it a preview.)

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