Utterly Mad

Quaint General Store

You walk into the dusty old home to see that it is in fact, a quaint general store with a little bit of everything for day to day living. Food stacked on wooden shelves, drinks in busted up over turned fridges, and an assortment of camping gear. It looked like a few rooms in the house were knocked down to make room for all this, as the floor changes abruptly from tile, to carpet, to wood, and finally back to carpet. Splitting the house right down the middle is a long table that separates the "shopping floor" from the back of the store, in the back of the store you can see guns neatly lined up and displayed in their racks, a table stacked with assortments of ammunition, and a small pile of sharp weapons. To prevent people from hopping over the table and looting the place, a chainlink fence as been installed on top of the table acting like a wall. In the middle of this "wall" is a window where the store owner sits shouting at some man who just came in.

"-I DON'T WANT YOUR CHINK CHANGE!" Screamed the store owner, flinging what appeared to be bottlecaps back at the customer who was dressed in a blue jumpsuit. "CASH! COLD HARD AMERICAN BUCKS ARE EXCEPTED HERE! YOU WANNA BUY SOMETHING WITH SODA POP MONEY THEN YOU CROSS BACK INTO YOUR COUNTRY! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!" The customer scooped up his caps, "Fine you bastard, see if you're store is still here when the rest of the guys here about this!" The customer flipped the store owner off and rushed out the door pushing past Duncan and Amy.

The storeowner mumbled something under his breath and readied himself, "I apologize for that... if you hadn't noticed we take cash. Seeing as how you had to sit through that, and you're Deliverance boys. I'll cut you a discount on anything you see."


The Bar

Zaweri and Ivan walk through the double doors leading to the bar, it appeared that The Goldman and his older friend have already began ordering rounds for the bar. One of the "barmaids" leans on you and hands you a shot glass filled with your choice of poison. Whiskey, a man's drink.

Eli "drunkenly" stumbled out the door into... a celebration. It wasn't even a second and he felt the cold feeling of iced booze in his hand. Looked to be the cheapy shit, "Scudd Visor". Wow what a welcome, that drunk den you crawled out of is already looking better.

S T A L K E Rs

One of the Stalkers, you think his name was Stripes or something. Follows behind you. "Alright, I got your back.", he whispers. Your lights bounce to the rhythm of your steps, you crunch across broken glass jars and chemical containers with whatever liquid was in them eroding the linoleum. It felt like you were stepping on freshly chewed gum.

You reach the end of the hallway to see it split into another hallway, if you go left you head down a darkened hallway where you can't see much, and if you go right... you go down a darkened hallway. Not really much to go on, this laboratory doesn't really have any clear markers. Half the paint that used to label these sections are too faded and warped to read and the doors aren't even labeled.