Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28970644-20170711192559/@comment-28718853-20170716025041

Realizing my predicament, I clench my fist and release an audible, "Crap!"

People everywhere are panicking, running in every single direction not knowing what to do. The town was walled off, had a dome over it, and to top it all off it was a simple decoy town that was set up by the Order. If I didn't trust those pious bastards before, then I definitely hated them now for doing this to their own people.

I was going to start seeing mamono in the streets soon, so I had to think of something fast. I dove right into the nearest building and found a staircase that lead to a basement. I rushed right for it and made my way down, not realizing that there were probably better options on the table, but it is a little difficult to plan thoroughly when time is short and you're freaking out.

A cabinet that was large enough for the average human to fit in sat to the right, so I raced into it and shut its doors. There was a small slit that I could peer through to see what was going on. I sat in that cabinet as quiet as a mouse. I had no intention of having a mamono come down into the basement, find me, and rape me. I was also hoping against hope that I could hide out the invasion.

I sat in that cabinet with each minute passing. At some point, I set down the Weresheep wool blanket beside me and rested against it. The wool felt very relaxing, and I could feel my eyes growing heavy. I realized that I was falling asleep and I struggled to keep myself awake, but alas, it was a lost cause.

I have no idea how much time had passed since I fell asleep in that confined space, but I do know that I snapped awake to the sound of wood being smashed. I could feel my heart racing as footsteps echoed upstairs. I hoped and prayed that the terrifying sounds would end, but they continued.

My mind was screaming for me to move, but my body was holding me in place like a statue. Even if I did leave my gracious hiding spot, then where else could I go but back up the way I came?

I could feel my heart thumping like a battering ram when I heard those footsteps coming down the stairs. Could it be a rescue team sent by the Order, a survivor, a mamono. If it was indeed an Order rescue team, then I was ready to forgive them for everything. I peered through the slit, and my heart took a dive when I saw that the figure was neither an Order soldier or a fellow survivor. It was a mamono...a Hellhound.

She gives the air a momentary sniff before she twists in my direction, two words escaping her mouth, "Little man."

She jogs over and flings the cabinet doors open so hard that they tear off of their hinges and slam into the wall across the room. I grab my bag of money and chuck it at her, stupidly hoping that it would stun her enough for me to try what was most likely a futile escape attempt. The bag bounces off of her iron torso without even making her flinch.

"Ha, such a pathetic little cutie!" she laughs as she reaches into the cabinet and grabs me by my shirt. I'm hurled out onto the floor and pounces me in seconds. My pants are torn to shreds and anyone who has had a similar experience with a Hellhound knows what happens next.

Moments later, I'm laying sprawled across my assailant's lap with her rubbing my back. "Why do you even live in this dump of a town anyway?" she asks me. "It's more of a diversion than a town," I mutter. The Hellhound raises her brow, intrigued, "Really?"

"Yup, apparently the Order's making these decoy towns to delay the mamono army's advance and to protect their own valuable assets, they couldn't care less about us lower-class people," I reply. The Hellhound pats me on the head and says, "We care."

"I peek up at her and go, "Huh?"

"It's a mamonos' job to care and provide happiness for their husband," she explains. "No offence but, you don't look like the caring type," I say, trying not to sound rude. The Hellhound pulls me into a tight hug and says with a grin, "You're just eating up Order bogus there."

I chuckle a bit, then I ask her, "What's your name?"

"Jennifer," the Hellhound replies. "Alright Jennifer, do you know if your army is giving out pants?" I ask. "Well, there are a few Kikimoras that have showed up and are handing out over two hundred pairs of pants on a first come first served basis," says Jennifer. "Can we make it?" I ask.

"Well, I've already claimed you as my husband sooo..." Jennifer starts and I blurt out, "HUSBAND!?"

"Yeah, I raped you, so that means you're my husband now!" says Jennifer. "That's not fair in the slightest," I groan. "Do you want that pair of pants or not?" asks Jennifer. I sigh and grumble, "Fine."

We head upstairs and outside to seek out my new pair of pants. Honestly, I was kinda hoping for a human female companion, but each attempt at romance was always met with harsh rejection and I was getting a little desperate soooo...I guess this is a win?