Loneliness

Your Status: Strong Resistance, Infection at 3%

Your Equipment: None

Your Inventory: Pistol A (15/15)

You groan as you awaken, wondering why you feel so tired and stiff as well as why your pussy is throbbing so much. You manage to get out of bed and stretch your limbs a little before the memories of last night come rushing back to you, causing you to blush and get dressed immediately. You've never been attracted to women like that before. Why would you do THAT with someone you barely know? You shake your head as you fix your ball cap upon it. You had more important things to worry about today. And where the hell was Rebecca? She didn't......did she?

You get your answer the moment you open the door, as the smell of breakfast invades your sense of smell. Your mouth watering, you follow your nose to a room you didn't find yesterday, and are greeted promptly.

"Hey. I was wondering when you might wake up." Rebecca is standing by a sink, washing a metal cooking pan while on a table not too far from where you walked in is a decent breakfast consisting of a pancake, 2 sausage links and a small helping of scrambled eggs. A glass of water is also nearby.

"Needed the sleep I guess," is the only thing you can say as you sit down to eat. You are eager to have, for the first time in who knows how long, a hot meal and are fully prepared to savor the first bite....

...and you struggle to keep the grimace from your face as you **** it down your throat. Rebecca must have known what you experienced, and quickly pipes up. "Yeah, sorry. Sausage is about half a month expired, and the eggs are all that remain from one of those frozen breakfast meals. And the pancakes are the last from one of those 'add water and shake' camping mixes that I shook about a week ago. Would have thrown it away if you weren't here."

The rest of breakfast is in silence, not because of a lack of discussion, but because you don't want to taste the meal. You are also looking over a map of the lodge upstairs for what you have planned. Dishes are washed quickly as well.

Afterwards, you both reach the door to the stairwell, Rebecca carrying a bundled jury-rigged extension cord. All you have is the pistol and the flashlight you have tucked in your pants, which still have the lighter in one of the pockets. "Ok," you say, "Give me about 10 minutes to reach the PA office. Wait for the distraction to end, then kill the generator. Wait 10 more minutes for me, then we head through the tunnel and make our way to town. If I fail to check in at either part, go without me."

Rebecca nods and hands you the bundle. She gives you a hug(and maybe a grope, but you're not sure about that), and heads back. You turn towards the door, positioning the bundle on your shoulder to allow it to unwrap as you move, and pull out your gun. You take a deep breath, and push open the door. The stairs seem clear and you quickly ascend to the ground floor. It isn't a long distance, but you know that the most difficult part is up ahead. You have to cross the main lobby, and it was built with large glass windows towards the parking lot, which won't hold long against the Infected. Soon enough, you reach the lobby, and take a glance out the windows.