The Jacket: I was making my way from Cherno to Electro, had some nice olive/green gear on, an axe, a rifle with no rounds, and a makarov with 2 clips in my belt. I enter a very small one room house to have nosey. See some items are ahead as I enter, nothing useful, I look to the corner and there it is, a pristine violet quilted jacket on floor. I take off my more subtle and larger pocketed olive jacket and try it on. I switch to 3rd person to admire its magnificence. I see something move fast past the window! I pull my makarov and in runs another survivor armed with a sledgehammer. I expect him to rush me, thinking he must have saw me enter, instead he looks into the same pile of junk ahead of door I did. The room is tiny and he is near on top of me with his weapon ready. I unload my clip into him before he can turn round and see me. My mind races and my heart pounds, I take a look at the body of the man I have killed in cold blood. He is dressed like policemen, all in blue, complete with hat and vest. I feel a pang of guilt, could he have been friendly? No matter now, as I then realise, I only saw this man come in due to The Jacket. If I had not basked in its glorious colour I never would have seen him pass the window, and despite is glory he did not see me, I resolve to never take it off. I make my into electro and stop by a guardhouse. I grab a black combat vest and boots, and a PM73 with a clip. I also grab a combat knife and place it inside my new boots. Feeling bold, I make my way to police station. The roads are quiet and I enter the station through the front door, I turn and enter the jail cell when I hear a noise, someone else is in here. I cloister myself between the bed of the cell and the wall, giving me a good view of the door. I ready my new SMG and remain perfectly still. I hear a little more movement and a door closing, then silence. An eternity seems to pass, did they leave? Only moments later, I hear a door open and the sound of approaching footsteps. A red clad figure comes down the stairs and passed in front of the door, his huge red backpack obscuring his form as he enters the room opposite, He didnt see me? I see he is carrying a shotgun. With little hesitation I fire a burst from my weapon into his back, He panics as the rounds hit him, firing his weapon into the floor ahead of him before he turns to flee back upstairs, I hear him slam a door shut behind him. Whats happening to me? I was never the killing sort. I had always tried to make friends or at least pass other peacefully, but now? I had killed once already today, and I would soon add another to this tally. I stalk my prey upstairs as my conscience wrestles itself. All doors are open bar one, I know my unfortunate victim is on the other side of this door, waiting for me. I move to side of the door and open it. I charge into the room like an angry violet rhino, my prey misses his chance to strike as I am soon on top of him as he lay prone on the floor. A burst from my weapon sees him off of this mortal coil. I stop and listen intently, to be sure no others have come to investigate our exchange. With it seeming safe, I now I get a good look at my victim. I see a skull balaclava covering his face, I take it as well as many other belongings. I change my view to get a good look at my new headgear and I am struck by the glory of The Jacket once more, and I say a thanks for its protection and guidance. It is then I am also struck by the thought that my prey has yet more to give me. I take my combat knife and begin to dismember his corpse, I take the pieces of what was once a man and place them in the burlap sack I have been keeping my other items in. I do not know what I have become. All I know is that I am alive and others are dead, I am now well armed and very well provisioned, And it is because I have The Jacket with me. I then head north, into the woods, and into the night. :D :beans: :emptycan:
