[8] No...Something is wrong...

You shift legs. You don't like where this going. This seems like some kind of crude setup for **** or something. You know you have a gun on your person too. Drawing from the drop wasn’t exactly ideal, but you might be quick enough to draw and get a few shots on her before she lays a couple into you.

She narrows her gaze, reading your thoughts. “Wait...Don’t try-”

You jolt towards a bed, hoping that the concealment will provide you with enough cover to get to your gun in time. Unfortunately, it turns out she’s both quicker and a better shot than you were expecting her to. You are hit by 3 of her 5 bullets she fires. She finds cover behind a desk. “Ah, fuck! You’re really gonna make me come up with a story to tell the others?!”

You hold your wounds. You see blood is pooling from where you laying down currently. Exit wounds...You exhale and take your pistol from your belt and aim under the bed. You discharge several bullets, but they seem to harmlessly bounce off the metal desk she’s behind. You can hear her drop her magazine from her handgun and reload, so you do that same. This time however, before you can move or even shoot, she lays in the bed, emptying her gun of the powerful 45.ACP into your position. Luck holds up and you aren’t hit this time.

You spring from the foot of the bed and train your sights on you as she reloads again. You fire 7 of the 8 bullets in your pistol before she finally trains her firearm on you too. A few bullets manage to find their mark, but it becomes fairly apparent she’s able to shake off her hits much better than you can with yours.

Already hurt, the three jacketed tips that tear into your chest region finally sends you off as you crash through the door that you had entered. You fall with a grunt and gasp - the pain is insane while you heave and curse.

Your hands scramble, searching for your gun as she follows you out. “God damnit, Warren...This wasn’t...I didn’t want to do this.”

Cold overtakes you. The world fades black while the last breath leaves your mouth…

[Ending #8: Not so Fast.] Bad Ending.

Your hands are tied this time.

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