Blade Master Model 42
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"I'm not tubby, I'm big boned." Austin whined as he waddled away from the cache and out the door. -
With things having quieted down a bit again somewhat, even if they had picked up a zombie that seemed like it wasn't going to kill them (but still, zombie, what the hell), Austin took his turn going through the weapons, and came away with a very small semi-automatic pistol.
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Austin started screaming, but at the very least he kept out of the way.
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Austin, becoming visibly more green as the situation becomes more gruesome, covers his mouth and shuts his eyes, muttering into his hand about how much he doesn't want to be here.
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Austin looked around at the others in the group. No way was he doing the door-kicking. And had that girl said something about a finger?
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Austin was freaking out too badly to respond to the question. "What the hell, man? It was already dead." Austin covered his eyes with one hand and held the other against his fat stomach. "Oh that's so gross. I think I'm gonna be sick."
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Austin followed quickly behind the others as they headed toward the armory. Even if he wasn't confident in his own capabilities with a gun, having one would be better than not.
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Austin picked up the 'weapon' offered to him, idly testing the weight of it by swinging it slightly and letting the weight of it fall into his offhand. "Alright, well, if I'm the VIP, I guess that means you guys can focus on protecting me. And if my thing is I can see stuff that's important to interact with..." Austin pointed somewhat lamely at the door. "...Then I guess we should probably be headed through there? I guess? It's the only thing that's like... uh... highlighted." The rest of the group had graciously chose not to follow up on the voice's comments about his application, and for that, Austin was grateful. Well, not really grateful, but he would have been if he'd been thinking about it much.
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"Well obviously it had something to do with my eyes, look at em." Austin used one hand to indicate his eyes. They certainly weren't human- not enough whites showing, and oddly reflective at certain angles. "You ever see eyes like that on a person? Because I haven't."
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Austin whimpered, but allowed Edward to pull him to his feet, where he sulked. "Alright, but I don't know what you really expect from me." He looked over at the rest of the group, but stopped mid-sweep of the room. "...Is that door sparkling? Why is that door sparkling?"
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Austin rolled over on the floor so he was facing the ceiling, and pointed an accusing finger at Sokolov. "That's easy for you to say! I don't know how to use a gun, I haven't touched one in my life outside of VR, and I haven't used one of those programs since High School!" Austin covered his face with his hands. The fox girl was right. Whether he could handle it or he couldn't, he was stuck in it. "...They fucked up my eyes. I don't know why but they're different now." The complaint wasn't really directed at anyone, except maybe God, or whoever the voice on the intercom was. Austin hadn't been paying it any attention.
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Austin didn't look up at any of the people speaking to him, instead keeping his gaze locked to the floor. "Well... I mean... I did sign. A contract, anyway. Might have been that one. It was really long." Austin balled his fists, still staring at the ground, as he considered how badly he'd fucked himself this time around. "Look, I was basically homeless and an old friend of mine said it was going to be easy money. It's his fault for misleading me!"
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Austin instinctively attempted to claw the floor to grab hold, but his stubby fingers found no purchase as he was ripped from his hiding place by the girl with the fox features. Now exposed, he laughed nervously. "Oh come on, you guys don't need to bring me with you. Clearly, obviously, there has been uh... Some kind of mistake?" The rising tones that Austin used made it clear that, even if he was unwilling to admit it to himself, he was at least beginning to suspect that the mistake was on his part. "I'm sure I'll be just fine right here, I'll uh... wait for a rescue team?" And as soon as he said that he realized how ridiculous it sounded. These people were the rescue team. Now its coming together!
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Austin surreptitiously moved to hide beneath his bed. It didn't seem like anyone was paying attention to him, and he was ready for that state of affairs to continue. The voice over the loudspeaker had said a few things that really bothered him. A five year contract? He didn't remember that. It was true that he'd only kind of skimmed it, really. Well, skimmed was a generous way to describe it, he'd more sort of flipped through it and then signed. But still, he hadn't realized what he was signing. Surely that meant he could get out of it, right? Being part of a private military corporation was bad enough- oh sure, when he was a kid, he'd seen the ads, even bought into the culture, checked out a lot of the VR training, but the reality of it had all been exposed years ago. He didn't want any part of that. Austin grumbled to himself. This was Dylan's fault. He'd set Austin up for this whole operation, and now not only were his eyes weird but he was in a long term contract. It probably wasn't enforceable, but... hang on. Austin mentally reviewed what the loudspeaker voice had actually said. Outbreak? Guns? The round little man hunched himself even closer to the floor. This was getting worse and worse by the minute.
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