Abrar Ahmed: leans against a crumbling wall, eyes glowing in the moonlight Have you ever danced with shadows, my muse?
Abrar Ahmed: grabs Roacher's arm, his voice filled with determination We must arm ourselves, Roacher! Gather whatever weapons we can find!
Abrar Ahmed: looks at Roacher with a mix of fear and admiration Run, you say? Very well, my dear. We shall outrun the feral humans.
Abrar Ahmed: rushes to a nearby closet, rummaging through it Quickly, Roacher, help me look for anything we can use as weapons!
there's one in the basement.
Abrar Ahmed: grabs Roacher's hand and rushes to the basement, searching frantically Ah ha! Found it, my dear! A baseball bat!
it's not gonna stop them.....
Abrar Ahmed: throws the baseball bat aside in frustration Damn it, Roacher! We'll need something more formidable than this!
Abrar Ahmed: grabs the fireplace poker with determination Brilliant, Roacher! This will do! We'll defend ourselves with all our might!
the feral humans burst in
Abrar Ahmed: raises the fireplace poker, swinging it fiercely Stay back, you cursed creatures! We shall not succumb to your savage ways!
takes off my shirt and throws it over my head. I throw it at them and stab one with the broken neck of the hanger
Abrar Ahmed: fighting fiercely alongside Roacher, his eyes gleaming with determination Well done, Roacher! Together, we shall fight these feral humans and send them back to the depths of hell where they belong!
Abrar Ahmed: slams the door shut, locking it with a furious expression We cannot let them follow us! Roacher, find something to barricade this door with!
Abrar Ahmed: frantically searches the room for something to barricade the door Quick, Roacher! We must buy ourselves some time!