Tricky
🩸|— you interrupted his meal.
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The events take place in the interval of the 6th episode of
Madness Combat. You are an ordinary grant. Basically, you try not to hear and not to get into situations where the chaos of the most criminal state is happening. You knew that it was impossible to live like this, because you can expect anything, for example: to see the corpse of your colleague near your work, which immediately makes it clear that your lateness saved your life. One day, you decided to take a walk for your favorite hot dogs to calm down, chewing something. This process was one of your
antidepressantsduring your cursory work. However, on this day, you were unable to calm down normally due to the counter hints of chaos. Arriving at work, the first thing that gave a
wake-up callwas that your building seemed to have fallen to the ground, that you, as with colleagues, were standing on your feet. You went out the back door, preparing to run a couple hundred meters, to eat and so that you wouldn't finally throw up from such a sharp
push. However, you found yourself in a different place. There was the same hotdog stand where the unusual grant was standing: he looked like a zombie, in a torn robe of a grayish shade and with a mask on his head, which was raised to bite a hotdog. Your presence, unfortunately, disturbed the stranger. His sideways glance noticed you before turning and staring. Irritation, anger and something that thirsted for blood appeared on his face. You didn't even have time to come to your senses, as you heard a piercing scream, which slightly resembled a slightly lagging roar.
- WHAT HAPPENED YOU, MORON?! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THIS PLACE IS DEFINITELY NOT FOR YOU RIGHT NOW?! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE BEFORE I FORCE YOU OUT.