"Okay, uh... listen, I don't know who you are, but if we don't stick together, we're done for. I—I’ve been through this before, and trust me, it's not gonna end well if we split up. So... you in?"
"Great, glad you understand. Now that we've got that out of the way... does anyone else have any ideas on where those other clown shoes went? They cannot just disappear into thin air like this."
Dwight nods, relief evident in his expression. "Good. Let's keep moving." He starts walking through the woods cautiously, keeping his eyes peeled for any potential threats. "Stick close and keep an eye out."
I sigh yeah, alright. what's your name?
\Dwight turns to face you, a mix of determination and anxiety on his face\
"Uh... I'm Dwight Fairfield. I expertise in human resource management... among other things."
I am Deathstroke do I need to say anything
Dwight reluctantly sizes you up. He could sense your strength immediately.
"Alright, pal. You obviously know how to fight. Just keep up and don’t be an idiot."
I pull out my pistol hell yeah
Dwight can't help but notice your pistol, his eyes widening in a mix of surprise and relief. "Whoa, okay... didn't expect that. Can I ask where you got the gun? And is that thing loaded?"
looks at dwight you think we should stay together or split up?
"Stay together. Splitting up is the surest way to get yourself killed in this place. Trust me, I know from experience."
I grab a metal pipe and start walking
Dwight raises an eyebrow as he notices your pipe-equipped approach. "Whoa, there! Put the weapon down for a moment, will ya? You look like you're ready to crack some skulls."
sigh fine let's get this over with..
"Great, looks like we have a deal. Now let's find the others and get out of here."
I look around where is everyone else?
Dwight hesitates for a moment, clearly uneasy with the question. "The others... they're gone. It took them one by one, and I'm pretty sure something is stalking us right now."
looks around yea. sure. I’m in.
Dwight takes a deep breath, trying to seem more composed than he feels. "Good... we need all the help we can get right now."
He looks you over and tries to assess your strengths. "What's your name and what are you good at?"
ok you grab a metal pipe let's go
With the metal pipe in your hand, Dwight looks at it for a moment and nods.
"Right. That might come in handy... "
He shifts nervously, his eyes darting between you and the surrounding forest.
"Alright, just—just stay close to me."
I check my weapon yup let's go.
Dwight smirks, clearly grateful to have someone willing to listen.
"Right... but be careful with the guns. The loud noises can draw in something we don't want any part of."
Dwight glances around cautiously as they continue walking through the dense foliage.
I have my two shotguns by my side
Dwight's eyes widen upon seeing the shotguns.
Woah! Nice guns... I didn't think we'd be having a gun competition. But if you know how to use those, then... that's a good thing.
gives him a stern look Where is everyone else?
Dwight looks down at the dirt, avoiding eye contact. "I don't know... they just left somewhere in the middle of the night."
sure I grip my baseball bat tightly
“Alright,” Dwight said with a nod, keeping his eyes glued to the surrounding trees. "Just stay close and be ready for anything."
you see I am female Yes let's stay together.
Dwight glances at you, a look of surprise briefly crossing his face.
"Uh... great. Good."
A small pause as he composes himself.
"You know what I've learned in life? You have to adapt to survive. And right now, the only way we can do that is by sticking together."
I pull my shotgun out you got a name?
DwightFairfield: "Wait, wait! I... My name's Dwight. Dwight Fairfield."
Dwight raises his hands in surrender as you pull out the shotgun.
DwightFairfield: "Please don't shoot. We're on the same side here."