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[ate_it_all]

[Periodically throughout the killing game, Conchita's been taking breaks to go back, cook and eat bits of her victim's carcass. This Sunday evening is no exception as she sits down to dinner, a sickening array of meat surrounding her on the dining room table, as though she hasn't a care in the world about what is happening around her. The person

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[backseat_dragon]

-The kind of brute that just tossed a barrel through the dining room window.-

You! You're a monster after all!

[abravelikehero]

[The paranoia was just increasing, and the... "food" Conchita was eating made it worse. People everywhere were blood thirsty and one day she would just...

Currently Almaz was in the "fort" he made out of the living room couch turned on it's side and a few sheets and milk crates. He had a long fish knife, a pole with a kitchen knife attached to the end and a gun he had acquired when he had first arrived in the city. His comics were neatly stacked under the couch. He was about to poke his head out and inquire if Conchita would consider being defensive again and... no, no, he wouldn't ask where she keeps getting this meat, he didn't want to know! He already had nightmares! But then, oh god!]

AHHHH! THEY'VE COME EN MASS!

[The barrel just missed landing on him, instead ripping down some of the sheets to the side. The glass from the window hit the remaining part of the structure and pooled to the ground and Almaz tried to claw his way out.]

Wh-wh-what are you doing!? You could have killed me!

[ate_it_all]

[Conchita had of course gotten well out of the way of the barrel, although she had a nice large barbecue rib in her hand at the time. She glares crossly at the barrel and looks out the broken window]

How dare you! I was eating dinner! Who do you think you are?!

[backseat_dragon]

-The machete are drawn from his belt.-

Stand aside, Almaz! This woman... no... this MONSTER must die!