Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20170625062445/@comment-28718853-20170704184353

I looked around in complete shock and horror. A Minotaur had Andrew cornered, a Ren Xiongmao had tackled Kent, and Tyler was crawling away from a Vampire. Hearing Andrew cry out to me, I pull out the stun baton that was strapped to my pant leg and rush at the Minotaur. I swing my baton and strike her bare chest. The baton fizzes with electricity, but she doesn't seem fazed by it at all.

Instead, she just casts me an annoyed look and delivers a hard elbow to my ribs, knocking me to the floor. "Find your own woman," she mutters as she turns back to Andrew and uses her hands to pin his shoulders against the wall.

"Help, help!" I hear Tyler scream and turn to see him hoisted over his shoulder by the Vampire. "You're coming with me human!" she says as she starts toward the window. I run at them with my stun baton, but the two are already gone in a blur.

I look to Pierce and say, "We need to get out of here!"

Pierce gives me a shocked look and snaps, "Are you serious dude, we aren't leaving our friends behind!"

Two Werecats jump through the window and give us both lustful looks. I immediately run for the door. Pierce tries to follow, but he's pounced and floored by one of the Werecats who begins to rip away his clothes. The other Werecat charges after me and I throw it open. "Where are you going dude!?" Pierce screams after me as I run through and shut the door behind me.

I can hear the Werecat on the other side pawing at the door in a struggle to get it open. I had no key to lock the door, so I kept my body pressed against it. As the Werecat's pawing escalated into bashing, I notice a trash bin close by. The facility had the trash cleared every Friday morning, and today was Thursday, so the bin must have been packed with trash from the previous days.

I feel the bashing stop. A quick peer through the door's window shows me that the Werecat has stepped away and is stretching her claws at the moment. Without wasting a second, I grab the trash bin and drag it in front of the door. I see the handle turn, but the door doesn't get pushed open. No matter how hard the Werecat tried, that loaded trash bin simply wasn't getting knocked over.

Satisfied that the door wasn't going to be breached anytime soon, I make my way down the hall. Sure, I may have been selfish for abandoning my friends, but I was far too focused on getting away. Besides, the Minotaur looked like she could rip my body in half if she wanted to.

I push open a set of double doors at the end of the hall and find myself in another corridor. Here, I contemplate how to escape. The base I was stationed in had only one radio room, and there were currently mamono there, so that was a bust. The rooftop had a helipad with a helicopter usually there, but I had zero experience in flying. Besides, the pilot may have already gotten the heck out of dodge.

That left the parking garage and the downstairs loading area. I usually came to work in a silver civilian sedan that was parked on the second floor of the garage, which was just above the floor where I was. The loading area often had several supply trucks for when materials were being delivered.

I decided to head to the parking garage first, since my gut instincts were that it was the closest. I proceed down the hall, and stop at the sound of a loud crash. A door is blown off of its hinges and an Ogre steps through, carrying an advanced security guard under her arm. The guard is screaming and crying for mercy as the Ogre punches down another door and steps through it.

I move ahead as the guard's pleas for help grow faint, and eventually all is silent once more. I reach the room that the Ogre first emerged from and peered inside. The room was so badly messed up that I couldn't make out what it was. However, I notice something propped up against a counter. Was it...yes!

It was a carbine rifle that I wasted little time in picking up. I already felt safer with the weapon in my hands. I wouldn't have been issued one before because I was a Level 1 Security Guard. See, Level 1s like me are only issued stun batons, Level 2s get stun guns and pistols, and Level 3s get access to powerful firearms like submachine guns, shotguns, and carbine rifles. As I hold onto my new weapon, I notice five bullet holes near a large hole that opened to another room. Down at my feet I see five spent shell casings. Looks like the guard's aim wasn't the best.

I exit the room and hear the double doors at the end of the hall where I previously came from open. I turn and see the Werecat holding them open, her eyes burning with scorn. "That wasn't funny you jerk! Now I'm gonna rape you three times as hard!" she shouts as she barrels down the hall toward me.

I turn around and run the opposite direction. I could have shot her, but she wasn't worth the ammo, nor was I willing to kill gorgeous monster women.

I ram through another pair of double doors and spot the door that I was thinking of. The one that led to the staircase. I push it open and shut it behind me. I duck below the door's window and I can hear the Werecat run past. Once I was certain that she was completely gone, I stand and head upstairs.

I reach the second floor, but to my dismay, there was ice all over the lock. I tapped the ice and peered through the window. I started for the third floor, but quickly decided against it, seeing that an Arachne and her victim were going at it at the top of the staircase. I turn around and head for the bottom, deciding instead to go for a supply truck.

Once I reach the bottom of the staircase, I open the door and peek out to observe the area. I counted three supply trucks across from me, but I also spotted four Large Mice armed with carbine rifles that had glowing pink barrels and a Dark Mage. All four mice were fanned out along the loading area and the Dark Mage stood in the center. The mice didn't look too difficult, but the magic woman was definitely going to be a problem.

A plan was going to be difficult to come up with, but it seemed like I wouldn't need to. Four scientists popped out of the door across the way and began fleeing in one direction, pursued by the mice who fired their enhanced weapons. One of the scientists got shot in the back and went down, his body twitching all over. Even the Dark Mage seemed focused on the escaping men.

With their attention diverted away from the trucks, I make a break for them. Luck remained on my side as none of the mamono turned around, allowing me to reach the trucks without a challenge.

I picked the truck that was closest to the exit, since the loading area could be entered by two ways. I hopped in and started the engine, as they didn't require keys to go. I pull out of the loading area and away from the Mossen Research Facility.

A brief glance was given back at the facility. Sure I abandoned my friends, but knowing how mamono behave, they'll probably be okay. Well...they should be okay, I hope they're not mad at me if I ever see them again.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of something thumping against the roof. Figuring it was a mamono that was trying to get me, I slam the brakes. Who I saw land on the hood made my stomach go light as a feather. Staring at me, with those lustful fiery eyes, was a Hellhound. I hit the gas and her body smacks against the windshield, her metal bra causing several cracks in the wind shield.

I swerve to try to throw her off, but she manages to stay on and maintain her balance. "Why so frantic?" she asks as she punches her fist through the windshield and grabs my shirt collar. "Ma'am, you're gonna get us killed!" I scream as I struggle to keep control on the road. "I won't let that happen!" she says as she tries to pull me out. I can feel my foot leaving the gas and the truck slowing down.

"You're endangering yourself and me!" I yell as I try to force my body to return to its seat with barely any success. "Too badass for that!" the Hellhound shouts as she tightens her grip on my shirt collar and makes an even greater attempt to pull me out, this time with more success.

That's when I notice that the truck was heading right for a tree. "TREEEEE TREEEEE!!!" I scream. "Tree, what tree-oh crap!" the Hellhound shouts as she hops off just as the truck hits the tree and I black out.

When I come too, I can see that the front of the truck is on fire. "Oh no!" I gasp as I shamble out and collapse to ground, screaming in agony from the burning pain in my right leg. I crawl away from the burning wreckage as fast as I can. Once I feel that I'm a fair distance away, I search the area for any sign of my Hellhound attacker. I don't see her anywhere.

With a pained sigh, I make an attempt to stand, but I feel something grab my shoulder and fling me back onto the snowy ground. Looking up to see who it was, I gulp. It was the Hellhound from earlier, staring at me with an eager grin and a few scratches on her left cheek.

"That was a pretty nasty crash there, but now I'm gonna finish what I started," she says with a lick of her lips.

At this moment, only one word comes to mind, "Crap."