Robert looks at you with wild eyes, his clothes are torn and spattered with rust colored splotches. He looks emaciated, pale and has several days of beard growth on his sallow face. His voice is a dry croak... "Rene..." Then he grabs you violently, clutching at your throat with the strength of the mad. "You! Your fault!" He is squeezing your throat, choking you as he screams in your face. "You brought us here! You knew what you were doing! Just give me what I want!! Give it to me!!" Things are going gray and fading in and out, the things he is yelling make no sense and you are passing out. Things get disjointed, like brief clips of a horrible film with you as the star. You feel yourself hit the floor. *black* Something heavy on top of you, moving in an unmistakable rhythm. Robert's rasping voice right near your ear, whispering, panting. "Just give it to me Rene...just give it." *Black* Robert, sitting far way from you in a narrow beam of yellow sunlight. He looks up toward you, paler and thinner than before and his eyes are a waxy yellow. "It gets inside you...it gets inside Rene. We have to do it again...." He gets up, stepping toward you as bile rises in your throat. Just as you feel him touch you....you wake up:<br/><br/>You wake up to the ache of your limbs and a pulsing, painful headache that gives way to a cloudy, disorienting vertigo. You are laying on your back, on the rough wooden floor of a small room. The room is shadowy and a little musty but you can see well enough due to the dim light coming from a small window with a yellowed and worn shade pulled down nearly to the floor. There is no furniture here, a light coat of dust covers the floor and opposite the window is a single door with faded and peeling paint. You are fully dressed and have anything you would normally carry on your person with you, including purses, briefcases, etc. (Be realistic on this) Robert is laying nearby, looking clean and healthy, but unconscious. What do you do?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21822.msg848900#msg848900">Quote from: coglio001 on 03-10-2008, 17:49:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rene stepped back, grasping her scratched hand. A scream was beginning to take shape in the bottom of her throat as she realized someone was entering. When she saw it was her brother she gaped in shock.<br/><br/>"Ohmygod Robert!" she gasped.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>