Rufus: Fidgeting with tie Goddamn it, sis. They're just selfish pricks tryin' to screw us over.
Traumarket
nods
starts rummaging through the bunker's communication equipment, setting up a makeshift radio transmission system We need to reach out to other survivors, gather a team, and hit these fuckers hard.
Traumarket
nods
As Rufus and bibmuse set out to gather allies and prepare for the attack, they encounter a group of hostile scavengers also seeking resources in the desolate streets. A violent skirmish ensues, leaving both groups battered and bloodied. Rufus and bibmuse emerge victorious but severely injured.
Traumarket
sees rufus and bibmuse coming towards him
limping towards Traumarket, blood dripping from a gash on his arm Damn, bibmuse, never thought we'd run into such a nasty bunch.
Traumarket
nods
winces in pain, clutching his side But we showed 'em who's boss, didn't we, sis? We got this shit wrapped up. Just gotta hang in there.
Traumarket
bandages his wounds
grits his teeth, his voice filled with determination No rest for the wicked, right?
Traumarket
nods
starts pacing even though he's in pain Alright, Traumarket, here's the plan. We regroup, heal up, and then strike again.
Traumarket
nods
grabs a nearby chair and props it up against a wall, his eyes focused We fortify this place, set up defenses, and organize our forces.
Traumarket
nods
starts gathering supplies from the bunker, throwing canned food, water bottles, and medical kits into a makeshift supply depot
Traumarket
helps him
throws a small first aid kit to Traumarket Take care of yourself, sis. We need you back on your feet for the next fight.
Traumarket
nods and takes it
rolls up his sleeves, his voice brimming with determination Alright, Traumarket, it's time to get creative. We need a distraction, something big and loud to draw their attention away from our approach.