Nightphase 2 is over!(For added suspensiness, play this song in the background:
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He sat alone in his apartment. Every now and then he heard the sound of a passing car, or of a gust of wind. But he wasn't really paying attention... he was too unnerved by the events of the previous two days. Four people lay dead, three of whom had done nothing except be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And the night threatened more violence.
He thought, carefully, about what little he knew. As much as any Tourist, he supposed, but not enough. Was it possible he might be killed for it? He grew more tense, as he lost himself in thought.
Slowly, he began to become aware that something was wrong. Was he imagining it? No, definitely not... all sounds from outside had ceased. No cars passed on the street. Odd, how the absence of something could be so unnerving, but suddenly he found that he was terrified. He jumped up, searching around wildly for a gun that he knew very well he did not have. Just then, his door opened.
He put his hands up, as if surrendering could save him from the fate that awaited him. But one second passed, and then another. His vision abruptly cleared and he looked at the intruder in astonishment.
"Come on! We don't have much time. Forget your things, it's you they're after."
In his shock he could hardly say anything. "Wh...what?"
The man grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the apartment. He tried to struggle, but was too confused to resist. Why was he still alive? Hadn't he been next on the unknown hitlist, set to join the ranks of the dead?
His visitor had led him to the street. He flicked open a car door and motioned urgently to him to get in. He stared at the man in astonishment.
Just then, gunfire tore through the oppressive silence. Suddenly, he understood what was going on and leapt in with his rescuer (?). But he was too late. He felt something slice into his right arm just as the car began to accelerate.
"Damn, the bastards are following us. We'll have to head into the mountains, I think I can-"
But now a wave of pain overcame him and he lost consciousness.
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The first thing he could see was a color. Red, he thought. The sun... rising...
He shook himself and got up. He was still hurting - but he was alive. He looked at his now bandaged arm and silently thanked the Doctor who had saved his life.
(Summary: No nightkill, but that doesn't mean nobody died. regen2k9 (Tourist/Gambler,
) and PlayerOa (Vanilla Tourist,
) both take their own lives, distraught over the deaths of their partners.
Begin Dayphase 3!
