Bit: Sir, please don’t…
*He turns around, showing a red robotic eye on a metal plate, shaped to the shape of his skull.
Presumably from a firearm related injury?*
The Marksman: How about we step it up one time better? you get on the ground and shut your mouth before you wont have a head to think for yourself... (a clicking sound could be heard from the shotgun)
*I slowly turn around, both my hands in the air.*
Alright, let's be reasonable here, we're both fully grown men, and we don't want anything bad to happen, okay?
Azazel: *snarls* Something my parents gave me before sacrificing themselves to those walking corpses! Y̵͕͝͠Ȯ̴̻͇͜U̴̥͠͠ ̷̩̥̜́̓͆D̷̈̔̍͜Ȏ̵͕͙ͅ ̸͙͑N̶̘̿O̶̯̩̽͂ͅṰ̵̋͜ ̶̘̤̝͋̚G̵̨͇̏E̶͍̊͘Ț̵̩̗̔͘ ̶͔͙̫̕͝Ţ̷̡̩̆O̸̫̠̬̿̾̌ ̵̺̹̽̅͘T̵͚̽Ô̴̯͖̼Ụ̷̯̥̂͛͘C̷̭̚H̶̬͈͈̉̿͠ ̸̱̘͛̃͝T̴͍̹̱̋̾͂H̶̲͝Ḙ̵̩́̊ ̸̣̣̀͐L̴̨͖͍̆̑̒A̵̟͒͛Ś̵͔̠͊̍Ṯ̵̺͑͗̂ ̴̫͗͜͝T̴̢́͐͐H̶̬̃Ǐ̵̟̟͝N̶̫͆̚G̴̦͎͌̕ ̷̧͎͆̓͝M̸̡̨̎Y̸̛͚̆ ̴̳͓̐M̵̫͆͋̅Ǒ̵̬M̷͚̅ ̴̳̗̽A̷̳̓̒͠N̴̨̊D̸̈́͊ͅ ̶̮́͛D̶̠̾͝ͅA̴̤̔D̶̥̪̉̎ ̸̳͉͓̀́͠G̷̛̭̻͚͑͒Ḁ̷̯̓̏V̷̩̉̾̉E̶̗̔́̃ ̸̝̩̎͌M̵̱͕̂̀͑ͅË̶̘͖͍́!̸̪͈̠́̎
Azazel: I̸͒̀́͜'̷̺̗̼̉̈́M̷̼̓̽̀ ̴̝̞́͒̎Ḩ̶̡̉̿͜͠Ą̵̼͎̊͘L̵̯̼͉̒͑F̸̠͌͜ ̸͙͗͋̇D̸͔̩͖̿̒E̸̲̜̊M̵̢͋͝Ö̸̲́͂Ǹ̵͍̦̚͝!̴̡͙̅̇ *takes a deep breath, calmer* I'm half demon. Now can I get up?!
(He would gesture his shotgun towards her)
???: nah, your definitally staying rig-
(He would see an undead corpse trambling towards him)
???: shit... hold on..
???: right where I wanted ya...
(He would slam the stock of the gun right into her head, instantly knocking her out cold... she would eventually wake up to herself tied in a chair in a small brick room with ??? and another guy)
???: I didnt know what to do with it...
(The other man would examine Azazel and speak)
"Maybe we could sell her to The Awoken? They always need new concubines or slaves... we could maybe get more gas for her too... generators bene lookin pretty empty)
Azazel: *instantly kills the other man and pins you down* G̵͖̳̲̈̅ĩ̵͖̃̿v̶̛̯̤͎͋é̴͇̫͖̓ ̵͍̽̈́̇m̵̜̰̆̔̚ẹ̸͐ ̵͙̌o̷̲͔̎n̵͖̰͖̒è̴̝̪̤͗̉ ̴͓̂g̶̰͛̈́͝ò̵̜̳̺́̚o̶̞̘̽̆ḓ̴͉̳̐̒͝ ̴̮̟̂͂̚r̷̪̽͝ͅe̷̹͓͐a̸͉̫͇̎̔s̵͓̠̥̅̽o̸̲̜͒ͅn̴̻̕͝ ̴̙͕͌̚w̷̰̐̅̕͜ḧ̸̯́̂͌y̴͖̫͔̎̈́ ̵̼̞̰͋̌Ĩ̷̡̺̻̑ ̷̝̪͒͛s̴̜̣͋̈́h̸̥̆͒ọ̸̋u̵̧̿͌l̷͍̤̻̋͐̎d̸̪̰͒͘͘n̸͖̙̞̈'̷̟́ţ̸͓̈́̽ ̶̺̠͇͗̌r̵̜̣̈́̄́ĭ̸̘͘p̷̪͇̍͘ ̵̡̯͉͒o̸͔̣̐͆͝f̸̬̰̙̾͝f̸̭̙͆̈́̃ ̷̹̿ȳ̵̭ö̵̰́͝u̴̻͍͋ȓ̵̠ ̴̪̗͕͐͝h̶̙̒e̶̡͙̐ạ̴͇̳̒͝d̵̲̺͚̂̚.̷͖̊͌̈́
so uhh,
Its the 1980s, a worldwide zombie apocalypse broke out 2 years prior to this post, and your OC is scavenging a nearby dumpster for anything consumable, as they have'nt eaten in 2 weeks, just when they find a tuna can, a double barrel shotgun is pushed at the back of your head by this man, what do you do?