>>32322419
Grab our shit, and get out.

Steal as much money as we can on our way out as well.

>>32322459
You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder on the way out of your room, stuffing a single jacket into it as you slip on your shoes. It could be cold out there.

You head downstairs, and sure enough, mom is passed out drunk with some stupid infomercial playing on the television. You rummage through her purse and find that she has 136 dollars in there amongst the assorted drugs and condoms. You stuff it into your backpack and exit through the front door, and she doesn't even budge. Bye, mom.

You're now standing outside your house in the dead of night. The smell of hog farm permeates the air with a blast of cold wind, and you hear a train go by again.

You live in the middle of nowhere. To the south is the city. To the north are high desert mountains. To the east is pure highway and dirt, and to the west is a canyon

Status: Minor Injuries (bruising)
Inventory: Pajamas, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks

>>32322561
We didn't get dressed? Why wasn't that included under "grab our shit"?

>>32322631
Because you didn't say get dressed. Seemed like we were in a hurry to leave.

Okay, though.
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks

>>32322561
Query: how old are we?

>>32322671
12. White trash, 12, and female.

Cant we be male. If we are female i feel as though we will be raped or end up a prostitot

>>32322863
Those are legitimate dangers you will have to face.

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>>32322561
>Go to city
Get raped and/or become underage hooker
>Go to mountains and desert
Dehydrate or get mauled
>Highway
Hitchhike and get murdered
>Canyon
Become lost and starve

I'm not liking these odds

>>32322904
>stay home
Be beaten mercilessly and starve anyway

We need a knife

Did we take the condoms, too?

Lets be a thief not a whore..

>>32322983
I don't think we're in australia

>>32323011
This has potential. Who'd target a cute little girl?


...Aside from the obvious.

>>32322983
>>32322989
Contemplating the possibility of being mauled by wild animals, murdered, lost, or just flat-out starving, you go back inside and decide to pack better.

First, you decide you need a knife, so you grab the nastiest looking full-tang kitchen knife you've got. Then, on some strange impulse, you decide to take the condoms. Both go in your bag.

You know, there's plenty else you could probably steal before you leave. Like the drugs. Or food. Anything in particular you're looking for?

Status: Minor Injuries (bruising)
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks, condoms, knife

>>32323039
Pedophiles, anon.

You stand in the center of the cardinal directions, perceiving the vast world that awaits. A survival instinct unlike anything you've had before arises in your mind, and you turn back into the house and discard the school shit and take granola bars, a liter of water, a jar of peanut butter. You go into your brother's room and take his pocket knife, a set of wool socks, and his military survival manual. You glance at his picture on the dresser and the folded flag encased in glass, then you turn around to leave the house for the final time.

Okay lets head to the city and 1. Learn to steal and be stealthy and 2. Find a gun asap

>>32323066
Drugs and food. We could become loli heisenberg.

Maybe bandages for the bruises?

>>32323073
>lolno
Obtained: granola bars, water bottles, peanut butter

>>32323224
Obtained: weed, papers, Newports, coke, lighter, mickey mouse bandaids

>>32323132
Thinking it unlikely that you'll randomly find a gun in the big city to the south, you instead ransack your house looking for one. Sure enough, being rural white trash pays off for once. In your mom's closet, behind an old and dust-covered law degree and a bottle of Captain Morgan, you find a locked-but-nevertheless-easily-opened box with a .38 revolver in it. With that safely stored in your backpack, you leave the house.

You begin walking south towards the lights of the big city in the valley below. It's a long trudge, but you get there easily enough by following the obvious landmark and the lights against the night sky. After what seems like a few hours, you become aware of ambient noise and the distinct lack of hog stench.

You're now on the outskirts of a pretty big city. To the south, there's...more city. To the north is the way you came. To the west are suburbs and gated communities. To the east is the metropolitan area. On the corner where you stand are a gas station, a walgreens, a 7-11, and a public park. Traffic is light, but some people are hanging out in front of the 7-11.

Status: Minor Injuries (bruising, sore feet)
Inventory: Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, weed, coke, cigs, lighter

>>32323255
Get a trip.

Also, let's look for somewhere to sleep. Maybe try the roof of a store if we can find roof access.

>>32323293
"Get a trip?"

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

>>32323301
Tripcode.
Put [name]#[password of choice] in the name box.
Minus the brackets, and with your own shit, of course

>>32323301
A tripcode, genius. It lets us know all your posts are from the same person. Currently you're just Anon.

>doyouevenQuest.jpg

>>32323375
Ah. "Become a faggot." Got it.

You're starting to get damned tired. You decide to find somewhere to sleep. Scanning the area, you see a few places with potential: a bus stop, the nearby park, and potentially the roof of a nearby store. There might be a hotel somewhere, but you're not sure you want to leave a trail or waste cash.

It doesn't seem like there's a ladder or anything to climb nearby. In order to get onto a rooftop, you're gonna need to go inside a building.

Status: Minor Injuries (bruising, sore feet), fatigue
Inventory: Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, weed, coke, cigs, lighter, tripcode

>>32323414
I'm really fucking toasted right now, okay?

>>32323445
Lurking

>>32323445
Look for a garbage bin or something you could use to boost yourself onto a roof.

Do we have any other family (in the city) or are we an only child?

What's stopping us walking up to a cop an asking to be taken to child services? Hell, the simple fact our mom's control of her gun and drugs is so pisspoor means we will get into the care system.

REMINDER: The police are never your friends, in whatever game, whatever reality.

>>32323515
Well. We're 12, and white trash. So there's that.

>>32323503
Using your noodle, you decide that if there's no way onto the roof, you'll make your own way up there. You go into the alley next to the drug store and push a heavy dumpster along on its wheels until it's by a low point of the roof. Climbing on top, you hop up, grab the edge, and boost yourself up like it's fucking Assassin's Creed or some shit. Now you're on top of the roof of a drug store. It's covered in pigeon shit, but it's out of sight.

It's bedtime. You lay your head down on your backpack and drift off. In an instant, you're awake, with the sunlight beating down on you and the hustle and bustle of the city all around you. Your stomach growls.

Status: Yellowed bruises, full bladder, hunger
Inventory: Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, weed, coke, cigs, lighter, tripcode
>>32323515
You're an only child. Your mom works for CPS, and your only relative is a nana in the next county over.

>>32323585
Damned straight.

>>32323585
>so edge
>much child
>wow

>>32323445
I just retread the inventory list.
You're a good kind of toasted.

Anyways, find a trash can like >>32323503 said.

>>32323628
Current country?

>>32323664
Bumfuck, Nevada, USA.

>>32323515
Because that would ruin the whole point of the quest.
Pretty simple question, really.

Our runaway needs to be like a mouse, avoiding all attention..... But given what I know about real world outcomes, this is not going to be a nice adventure. Sooner or later we will be raped or beaten or robbed. And the only skill or commodity we have is providing sex. What a bleak perspective, huh?.

>>32323628
Alright.
Devour a granola bar, use 7-11 bathroom. Buy a pack of gum for 5 cents, so that we're a "paying customer"

>>32323585
CAN PUT AWAY THE RUN AWAY!

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>>32323686
>Forgetting the drugs
>Forgetting we have nothing to lose
>Forgetting we're armed

Pic related

>>32323751
Just add pig tails, and we're golden.

>Boozed up drugged up gun-owning mom works for Child Protection.

Whelp, I can see this is going to be Cup Bearer Quest all over again. I'm out before the OP inevitably makes us into a prostitute. Cya!

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>>32323686
You'll have to use your noodle!

>>32323705
White trash runaway has 4 granola bars. She eats one. How many does she have now? Three.

You make your way down, head across the street to 7-11, buy some gum, and use their bathroom.

You buy the gum and ask to use their restroom. The clerk says you'll have to leave your backpack and that they've been having a problem with shoplifters.
>wat do


Status: Yellowed bruises, full bladder (almost pissing your pants)
Inventory: Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, weed, coke, cigs, lighter, gum

>>32323751
That's using your noodle!

>>32323804
>implying this doesn't happen
>implying my piece-of-shit stepmom didn't work for CPS

>>32323866
Tell him he can escort you there if he wants.

>>32323866
I don't see much issue leaving it there. It's not like he's gonna be sifting through it.

>>32324043
What if he does? He could steal our shit.

>>32323990
dice+1d20

>>32323866
how's he actually going to stop us? is it locked?

Rolled 8

>>32324071

Rolled 13

>>32324071

Rolled 20

>>32324071

>>32324141
>>32324114
Thanks for saving me from having to fish out actual dice.

He's indifferent. Sorry, kid. It's his job. You have to find somewhere else to piss or you need to leave your backpack with him.


Status: Yellowed bruises, full bladder (bordering on kidney explosion)
Inventory: Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, weed, coke, cigs, lighter, gum

>>32324090
Yes.

>>32324167
Tell him if he doesn't let you use the restroom you're going to piss in front of the store.

>>32324178
No. Don't do that.
Let's just go piss in an alley.

>>32323751
>difference of roughly 120pounds
>difference of roughly 30 years
>difference in gender, socio-economic standing
>neither a highly-trained chemist nor connected to a criminal underworld
>complete lack of access to plethora of services, like health care, buying a car, or even being able to reach the pedals to drive a car

Our runaway is a grubby 12 year-old child who said "fuck this!" And walked away from her home. There is no motivation beyond that, and like waves of young children before her, she will be consumed by forces greater than herself. Having a gun and an eight ball in her backpack doesn't make her a 12-year old Walter White.

Good luck keeping her alive. Barring the revelation she has chromatic abnormalities the grant her superpowers, she will be dead or used up within 10 years.

I'm out.

>>32324186

>>32324199
>chromatic abnormalities the grant her superpowers
Does this mean that black people have superpowers?
Is that why they can run and jump so well?

>>32324178
>>32324186
You tell him that if he doesn't let you piss in the bathroom, you're gonna do it in front of the store. He says to go ahead. You briefly consider pulling out the .38, but instead you look him in the eye, walk outside, squat in the alley, and piss. It's one of those long first-thing-in-the-morning pisses, too, so you take a while doing it. As you pull up your pants and begin to walk away, leaving a warm puddle behind you, you look briefly over your shoulder to see the clerk looking dumbstruck.

That wasn't very subtle.

You find yourself on the same street corner as before. And you should probably leave. Where do you want to go?
Status: Yellowed bruises
Inventory: Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, 136 dollars, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, weed, coke, cigs, lighter, gum

>>32324246
Is there a public park anywhere?

>>32324246
Gum was $0.05, right? So we only have $135.95.

Step it up, OP

>>32324279
Yeah, right across the street. A reminder:

Street corner: 7-11 you just pissed outside, walgreens, gas station, park

North:Way you came
South: More city
West: Suburbs, eventually canyon
East: Metropolitan area, highway beyond that

>>32324298
Good call.
Inventory: Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, $135.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, weed, coke, cigs, lighter, gum

>>32324313
Man. We probably should've just used the restroom in Walgreens.

Go South

>>32324313
Glad we had the sense to put our inventory in our inventory. It's easier that way.

Let's head deeper into the city.

Is anybody else concerned about the drugs we're carrying? Police dogs may be able to smell this shit on us.

>>32324384
Yeah, we should probably drop that shit for cash fast.

>>32324405
>12 year old girl walks up to druggie
>tries to sell him drugs
>expects not to get mugged and potentially raped

I say we just drop it in a garbage can. There's nothing that can come of this, safely.

>>32324333
You probably should have just used the restroom in Walgreens.

You decide to head south, further into the sprawling city before you. The sun is rising towards the middle of the sky above.

As you pound the pavement, stopping every so often to wait for the walk signal like the law-abiding citizen you are, you pass by roughly seven-ten miles of urban sprawl. Apartments. Shopping complexes. A mall. Restaurants. Gast stations. Grocery stores. Offices. A storm drain. Traffic. Lots of noise pollution and strangers ranging from men in suits to crackhead bums. Intersection after intersection like the one you pissed at. You could probably buy anything you wanted here, considering most of it is block after block of consumer garbage.

By the time you get sick of walking, you find yourself, sweaty, in the very center of the city. Not in the good way, either. You stop under a freeway overpass where a few bums are camped out and some Mexican is selling fruit and pork skins. You can see the southern edge of the city to the south beyond you but it's a way's off. The freeway runs above you east-to-west. The sun is directly above you.

The place you're in looks ghetto, but not hood ghetto. More like trashy-hospitality-town-in-the-Mojave ghetto.

>>32324384
Do something about it, then.

>>32324348
You do have your inventory in your inventory. It's written on the notebook.
>AW SHIT

Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, $135.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, weed (uh-oh), coke (uh-oh), cigs, lighter, gum

>>32324443
Actually the suburbs should be a pretty safe place to unload them.

Punk teenagers probably wouldn't try to rape her at least.

>>32324453
Status: Yellowed bruises, kinda hungry but not really, thirsty

>>32324469
>>32324443
>>32324405
>>32324384
So, what we gon do with the drugs? It's your call.

>>32324453
Get out of the ghetto and try to find the richer parts of town.

Rolled 11

>Barter

We attempt to sell the drugs to a strung out teen, for 70% market price (hopefully adding a bonus to our saving throw vs. rape).

>>32324453
>written on the notebook.
Te recurs ion is too much! The universe is collapsing in on itself!
Everything turns red as the black hole in your pocket sucks you, and your solar system into itself.

See if we can find a small tarp for cheap. Gotta have some shelter.

>>32324544
The recursion.
Fuck, autocorrect. That's not how you're supposed to work.

>>32324493
I'd just "accidentally" drop them when we leave the under-the-overpass.

>>32324506
>>32324519
You've decided to sell the drugs, because an armed runaway is sketchy enough without an 8 ball and a 40 sack in her backpack. In order to do that, though, you're gonna need to find a buyer. This doesn't seem like the place for that. You begin to head for a richer, safer area.

On your way to the suburbs, you spot a Big 5 sporting goods store and decide that a tarp would be nicer than sleeping on bird shit crust again. Inside the store, it's nice and air-conditioned. You walk in and ask the clerk if they have a tarp. They do. It's 15 bucks.

They also have camping equipment, hiking gear, binoculars, medical supplies, self-defense spray, etc. You want to shop around, or you want to take the tarp and head to the suburbs?

Status: Yellowed bruises, kinda hungry but not really, pretty thirsty
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, $135.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, weed (uh-oh), coke (uh-oh), cigs, lighter, gum

>>32324632
And maps. Did I mention that big 5 has maps?

>>32324632
But some cheap emergency blankets. Those things are great at keeping warmth and are usually 1-2 bucks each.

>>32324670
This.
Also a basic first aid kit. Very basic.

>>32324647
Might as well get a map of the area.

>>32324544
>Te

Hello France

>>32324670
>>32324722
>>32324776
You buy a tarp, an emergency first aid kit, and 2 emergency blankets.

"Running away from home, young lady?" asks the man behind the counter.

You laugh nervously at what you hope is a joke.

Now to find a client. You walk your ass all the way to the suburbs. The houses here have pueblo-style architecture and it's overwhelmingly upper-class whites and Azns. You stop in a nice public park and look around. It's near sunset now.

You look around for potential clients. There’s an elderly man, face covered in greasy filth, rooting through the garbage cans for aluminum. On the playground are a few middle school swaggots wearing Monster energy hats and tee shirts and talking about pro wrestling and boobs as they shout memes. In the grass sit a few hipstery/alternative-looking teenagers talking amongst themselves on a large blanket. And by one of those public grills are a few Mexicans in tank tops and shades cooking up carne asada, drinking Cornoas, and laughing with one another.

Status: Yellowed bruises, hungry, thirsty
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, jacket, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, jacket, $101.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, weed (uh-oh), coke (uh-oh), cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32324850
And a map. Dammit, I put it in the inventory and everything. You buy a map.

>>32324850
Approach the Mexicans and ask for food and water.

>>32324850
Why do we have 3 jackets?

>>32324850
Right. The weed definitely goes to either the swaggots or the hipsters.
I'm think swaggots, cause they're about our age.

>>32324899
... I didn't notice that.
That's actually kinda funny.
Layers, I guess?

>>32324850
Drink some water and refill at a water fountain.

>>32324896
They actually sit you down with them and give you some carne asada on a plate and something to drink. They don't speak much English, though. You butcher the word "gracias."

>>32324928
You refill the bottle of water they gave you at a fountain like a bum.

>>32324899
...dammit. At least people aren't ignoring the inventory.

>>32324905
You approach the swaggots. They stop and look at you. You look at them. They at least look like they're spoiled. They've never spoken to a girl before, and you've got bruises all over. They say nothing. You're going to have to initiate this.

Status: Yellowed bruises
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $101.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, weed (uh-oh), coke (uh-oh), cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32324969
Hey boys, ever smoked weed?

>>32324980
No no no wait
We must memespeak if we want to sell them anything

>>32324983
God, I spend 90% of my time on the Internet, and I'm having trouble with this.

>>32325006
>>32324983
>>32324980
I find the direction this is going in hilarious.

>>32325006
I'm dwelving through fucking 9gag to find something that could work

>>32325006
>>32325024
"I don't always sell weed. But when I do, there's a 70% discount."

That's the best I can come up with, sorry.

>>32325024
God speed, soldier.
God speed.

>>32325048
(Also we need to flash them the C3S: Confident Commercial Cheesy Smile.)

>>32325048
Hold on, isn't there that dumb stoner meme? We might be able to slip that in.

>>32325066
Sadly we'd need his picture, else they wouldn't understand what we're pointing at. Except maybe if we use his most used sentence: "marilize legajuana".

Rolled 2

>>32325104
Hmm.
So, what are we saying here?

>>32325140
I'd we keep this one: >>32325048 . It's probably the only one that can fit in without sounding - too - contrived. I'd call my memespoutting friend to ask him, but he's probaly asleep.

Or wait. If you're all fine with waiting for five more minutes, I can go ask s4s.

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This is going to be a cakewalk, you think to yourself. You turn your hat to a retarded sideways-ish backwards angle and clear your throat.

"Hey, boys. You want to try something REALLY epic? Something that'll make you, um, 20% cooler?"

Now they're listening.

"You ever smoked weed?"

"N-no..."
"PFFFT! NO."
"Y-yeah, of course! I mean, no. Er, yes."

"I'll sell you a hundred bucks worth for 60. I don't always sell weed, but when I do, I give 70% discounts."

They fail at math.

"I dunno, man," says the skinniest of the bunch. "We could get in trouble."
"DO IT FAGET," replies his friend, being sure to pronounce the ET.

You show them the weed. One sniffs it and looks blown away by the smell. Still, he tries to act the connoisseur.
"Not sure if want."
"Is this dank?" asks one of the swaggots.
"You kidding? IT'S OVER 9000! It's dat purp, you know what I'm saying? It's medical. Dat chronic. Y'knowuddimsayin? It's called, uh...Lemon Party. Because it's all citrusy. Y'knowuddimsayin?"
"I've never heard of that strain! I'll have to look it up."

They all pitch in to buy the weed, and declare that they can't wait to start a stoner thread on /b/.

>#YOLO
>#xX420BlazeITXx

The fattest one of the bunch tips his fedora as you assure him that this weed will make him feel absolutely euphoric. You walk away 60 dollars richer, with them comparing you to Walter White.

Status: Yellowed bruises
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, coke (uh-oh), cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32325197
I tried. I'm so, so sorry.

>>32325197
OP is this a one-off quest or is it going to be a series?

>>32325197
Fuck.
I'm crying.
This is too wonderful. Oh my fucking god.

>>32325225
I don't even know. I honestly didn't expect it to go this far, but I'll take it to the conclusion.

>>32325197
Okay, let's see if the hipster faggots want coke. If not we should probably just throw it in the trash or something.

>>32325197
Funny shit, OP.

>>32325197
>DO IT FAGET

I hereby approve of thy existence, dear QM.

>>32325235
Not so fast. First, we take a rest on a bench, and enjoy the sight. As in, we look for cops or people gazing at us suspectingly. If there are: we get the hell out of here in a quiet and fast manner. If there aren't, we sell the coke.

Ah, Shadowrun-induced paranoia. I knew you'd be of use to me somewhere down the line.

>>32325274
Seconded.
You never know.

>>32325197
>I'll have to look it up
Oh fuck, I just caught that.
Have fun, kid. Have fun.
When you get done with that I know a great one about 2 girls sharing a cup of pudding.

>>32325197
I don't know about this quest, but I love our QM already.
Also, is there a train station? If we're running away, we're not doing it half-arsed.

>>32325274
This guy seems to know what's up. Thirding.

>>32325274
>>32325235
You sit back and survey the park.

No cops or anybody are gazing at you suspiciously, but it's almost as if the swaggots are trying to shout about MERUHWAHNUH as loudly as possible. Also audible is their declaration that you were a 6/10. Would not bang.

Whatever. You eyeball the hipsters. Hell, you're pretty sure they're ALREADY high, so they might be a mood mark. As you're about to approach them, you take a good whiff and it dawns on you that the swaggots are already trying to smoke the weed out of a makeshift pipe.

One of the Mexicans shouts something in Spanish to the brownest of the swaggots. They all panic and hurriedly begin to try to hide the weed as a fat Mexican mom approaches them.

>wat do

Status: Yellowed bruises
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, coke (uh-oh), cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32325338
You don't know, but according to the map, there are at least tracks. There are definitely trains going through town. You've seen the tracks, and the train used to wake you up every night. Mostly it's just material being moved, though.

>>32325367
Book it, they'll rat you out.

>>32325367
There was equilibrium between swaggots, hipsters, mexican food-sellers and elder couples. But that was until the mexican mom attacked.

Also, knowing how those little shits think, they're going to point at us in mere seconds whenever they locate us, so we duck in those bushes.

... Or... Oh shit I have an idea. Just how stoned are the hipsters? And is there any lingering clothes on their blanket?

>>32325405
They look...peaceful. With big, dilated eyes.

>And is there any lingering clothes on their blanket?
You mean smell? Kinda. Not like what the swaggots are doing burning a 40 sack, though.

>>32325367
Book it. Ditch the coke in a bush.
That shit 'a too dangerous to try to sell without connections.

>>32325367
>wat do

Beat it. We don't need no rustled Mexican jimmies heading our way when these swaggots point the finger.

My vote is we head to somewhere that has train tracks. We're leaving this shithole behind us.


Also, do our schoolbooks (or anything else we have on us for that matter) have our full name in or on them? The last thing we need is the authorities or someone else down the track using that to return us home.

>>32325429
I agree. Weed is one thing, but there are plenty of people willing to hospitalize a 12-year-old over some coke.

>>32325427
Throw the bag of coke at them, it's their problem now.

>>32325427
No, I meant actual clothes. My idea was ducking on their blanket, back facing the mexican mom, and throwing a cloth on our back so we won't be recognizeable, while asking the hipsters to please help us stay hidden in the most endearing voice possible.

Playing victim-of-this-terrible-society to alternative dudes can't possibly work. Heck, I'd hide her.

>>32325449
>can't possibly work.
Did you mean fail?

>>32325468
I meant to write "can't possibly not work", but apparently my fingers skip some words when I don't them closely enough.

>>32325480
I see that now.

You bail out of there like fucking lightning as the mom begins to beat the swaggots with a pair of tongs, ditching the coke as you run past the hipsters on your way out. Fortunately for you, she's not listening to a damned word they're saying. You run. And run. And run. Hell, you're gonna be running until you can't run anymore. You pissed outside a store, ran away from home, robbed your mom, stole a gun, sold weed, and hell, somebody probably saw you ditch cocaine just now. Good work.

By the time you stop running, you're way the fuck on the outskirts of town to the west, and the sun is setting behind the mountains. To the east is, presumably, the way you came. You can see the city lights there. To the west is the canyon. To the south is...I dunno. Probably aliens. To the north is more of the city's western outskirts. You hear a train go by.

Status: Yellowed bruises
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

Yes, your schoolbooks have your name, grade, and school name. And drawings of dicks.

>>32325524
Look at the map.

>>32325449
Or instead of going all 'Red Spy' on them, we could just, y'know, leave?

>>32325524
>Probably aliens
Is it bad that I would enjoy this quest taking a turn for the supernatural?

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>>32325524
>And drawings of dicks
Confirmed for male, I guess
Either tear out the pages with our name and grade on them, or scribble them out something good.

Follow the train tracks leading into the city, there'll be somewhere where they'll slow down or stop and we can stow away on them.

Adventure and a certainly not horrible fate awaits

>>32325524
We should probably look around for somewhere to sleep.

>>32325596
No, we're female.
It's just that the school distributes the books. The dicks were drawn by the last owner, who was probably male.

>>32325543
You squint and take a look.
The highway runs to the west, past a few ranches and a bunch of desert, before looping north and coming back to the city. Further west is the canyon, which contains a number of trails and a national park area. Train tracks run from the north side of town, through your current area, and further south, intersecting with east-west tracks eventually. You're on the very border of your county, and the next one over, where Nana lives, is about 60 miles away, but it's at a higher altitude than this valley. You'd have to hike or follow the road through mountain passes to get there. And you don't really know where she lives. To the north and west of you, north of the canyon, is a mountain resort and lodge with a more temperate climate. The road going south takes you through a bunch of hospitality towns towards the place where the tracks intersect.

>>32325555
No, it's not bad.

>>32325608
Indeedy. The cops'll probably be lookin' for ya, though.

>>32325629
>>32325596
You have hand-me-down books.

>>32325629
Oops, missed the part where OP started refferring to her as 'she'.

>>32325656
Also, you scribble out all identifying information in the books and keep them for the...material, I guess.

The sun illuminates the western sky with colors as it sets.

Status: Yellowed bruises, tired
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32325656
See if any train tracks take us near where Nana lives.

>>32325656
>Nana
I request information about her. How would she feel about us. How would she treat us. Would she betray us and call mom.

>>32325656
South it is then.

>>32325697
Even if she wouldn't, that'd would be the first place our mum (and the cops) would think of.

I vote fuck that.

>>32325656
Let's go south to the traintracks.
See where they take us.

Alternatively we could go to the mountain lodge if we want to go full thief up in this shit.

>>32325715
It would be good to know how to get there in case we need to though.

>>32325718
Second hand book shops would have Innawoods-For-Dummies, right?

>>32325769
Libraries usually sell books for cheap.

>>32325697
Nana's cool. She's not even from mom's side of the family. The cops would totally expect you to go there, though. So would mom. She works for CPS.

>>32325694
They go into the next county over without you having to hike or walk the roads yourself. They take you south of where she lives, though. You'd have to walk there from where you get off.

>>32325769
Of course.

>>32325776
>Of course
Invest in that shit at the next Library/2nd-hand bookstore

>Cover story
"Dad wants to take me hunting."

>>32325776
>She works for CPS.
Well fuck, fat chance of the authorities helping us out.

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I am so bad at this.

>>32325789
You make a mental note to buy a book on innawoods at the next opportunity.

So, which way do you head?

Status: Yellowed bruises, tired, getting sleepy
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32325776
>>32325843
Let's take the train to california, we've always wanted to see the sea.

>>32325776
I think we should go near where Nana lives. Even if we don't visit her it would good to be in the general area in case we run into trouble.

>>32325843
Hey it looks like a 12-year-old drew it. Perfect.

>>32325872
Where's the closest train station? Sleeping on a train station bench isn't too unusual.

>>32325876
Ditto.

Voting to officially make California our little runaway's Promised Land.

>>32325928
Mention seconded.

>>32325876
>>32325880
>>32325897
All suggestions point towards finding a train.

You figure that there will be a train station where the tracks intersect further south, and you can hitch a ride there. That'll take you closer to Nana, and hey, if you keep going you'll be in Cali. You've always wanted to see the sea.

You follow the highway west, referring to the map, to find the interstate that'll take you south to the train station. The sun sets lower and lower as you trudge on, but it's a warm summer night, and the breeze feels refreshing as it evaporates your sweat.

You're tired, and it's getting dark. You can hardly see the map now, except when you're illuminated by a street light on the highway. As you walk, you hear a noise.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMqt-uALHIw

Fuck.

Status: Yellowed bruises, tired, sore feet, getting sleepy
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32325991
Load your revolver. Keep it out.

>>32326007
this, hope we know how to use it

>>32325991
Can't be any worse than dingos, what this man said >>32326007

Keep walking, perhaps there'll be an outhouse or shed we can climb up on.

>>32326039
>>32326031
>>32326007
You reach into your bag, pull out the .38, fumble around with it a bit, and manage to load 6 rounds into it and shut it. You don't even know how to use this thing, but you've seen a few cowboy movies. You keep it out and begin to look around for a potential shelter.

The sounds draw closer, but sure enough, you find an old, abandoned trailer with grafitti all over it. The nearest vehicle is a bright dot in the distance. You make a mad dash for the shed, and that's when you feel something tug at your pants around your right ankle. You don't know how this thing caught up to you, but you trip and fall. Sharp teeth sink into your leg.

You turn your head around to see bright, beady little eyes looking back at you.

Status: Yellowed bruises, bleeding (back of ankle)scraped, tired, sore feet, getting sleepy, panicked
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32326186
Unload into it. Mind the double action trigger.

>>32326186
Shoot it

Even if we miss the sound should scare the shite out of it. Then get in that trailer, or up if it's locked.

>>32326199
>>32326207
these

Rolled 9

>>32326186
Fire at will.
We shouldnt have run in the first place but we're a little girl so it's natural I guess.

>>32326186
We should invest in a flashlight next time we see a store.

>>32326226
Do we roll at will or wait for OP's direction to do so?

>>32326230
But we're a girl, why would we need one?

>>32326199
>>32326207
>>32326213
You blast the fucker from your position on the ground. The gun has a surprisingly heavy trigger pull and recoil, but that could just be panic. You get off two shots. You're not sure if you even hit the thing, but it's not biting anymore. As you force yourself up and dash towards the trailer, you notice 5 more pairs of beady eyes surrounding it. And surrounding you. They seem apprehensive, but they're circling.

The trailer's door doesn't open, and something about your panic seems to have whetted their appetites. They begin to move in.

Fortunately, this trailer has a ladder on the side. You begin to clamber up it hurriedly and get on top of the trailer.

The coyotes gather around the bottom, yapping.

>>32326230
Yup.

>>32326282
I dunno. You even want to roll for this combat?

Status: Yellowed bruises, bleeding (back of ankle)scraped, tired, sore feet, getting sleepy, panicked
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, first aid kit, map

>>32326282
Never mind the roll, I forgot to erase it from the email field

>>32326296
Look for the largest coyote and try to blast the fucker.

>>32326296
Use the lighter to get a better look at your wounds. Use the first aid kit to treat it.

>>32326296
>>32326326
Negatory, they can't get to us from here. Voting for panicky sleep with a side of nightmares.

But before >>32326351 check our wounds like this guy said >>32326336

>>32326326
You try to discern which coyote is the biggest so you can take out the alpha. You can't even tell in the dark, though, and it doesn't appear that they're rallying around any particular one. You fire off another shot anyway.

One coyote walks over to investigate the spot where you fell, and what sounds like a yelp emerges from that coyote. The a series of yelps, growing more and more distant.

Thank God they didn't get your precious peanut butter.

You're not sure how far they've gone, so you decide to rest here for the night where they can't reach you. Using your lighter to see, you inspect your wounds. The scrapes are no worse than what you'd get falling from your bike. Your ankle's got two pretty big punctures in it, though. You use the first aid kid to treat that and bandage it before busting out the tarp and an emergency blanket. Bedtime.

As you drift off, your ears begin to ring from the sound of gunfire, drowning out the sound of coyotes in the distance.

>>32326326
You try to discern which coyote is the biggest so you can take out the alpha. You can't even tell in the dark, though, and it doesn't appear that they're rallying around any particular one.

One coyote walks over to investigate the spot where you fell, and what sounds like a yelp emerges from that coyote.

Status: Yellowed bruises, pooped out, scraped, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary)
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, kinda-depleted first aid kit, map

>>32326452
Fuck.

Anyway, you open your eyes to the ambient sound of traffic in the distance. It's daylight now, and a shot of soreness reminds you of last night's encounter. There's a dead coyote where you fell, looking like roadkill. You're surprised at how tiny that thing was. It probably has a bullet in it.

You hop down from the trailer. Your stomach growls. God knows how far north of the nearest hospitality town you are, but there's two between you and the place where the tracks intersect.

The windows to this trailer are covered in dust and the door is locked.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, hungry, scraped, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary)
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, kinda-depleted first aid kit, map

>>32326507
Replace the spent cartridges and put the brass in your pocket.

>>32326507
shoot the lock

>>32326507
Inspect the gun for its model. How many bullets are left?

>>32326524
We're neat a highway, so maybe we should try another way to break in.

>>32326507
>Trailer
Bust the window, no point wasting ammo on the door. Then looting time.

>Next
Keep going, stock up on food when we get to the hospitality town (and innawoods books).

>>32326514
You replace the spent rounds in your gun and collect the evidence.

The door to the trailer is kinda flimsy, and it's pretty clear where it's secured from since the rest of the door gives way when you push. You decide to blast the lock. It works.

The trailer's interior is full of dusty, stale air so bad you can barely breathe. Inside you find dusty, crusty blankets and cushions, some matches, a road atlas, a flashlight (jackpot), some change, a few old 20 dollar bills, an old camcorder, old magazines, a full ashtray, an old bottle of crystal pepsi, and polaroid photos of a middle-aged man fucking a little girl with a slit throat. Creepy.

>>32326535
It's a Colt Detective Special. You have 6 bullets in the gun and 17 in the brick.

You head south along the highway towards the next hospitality town.

Status: Yellowed bruises, pooped out, scraped, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary)
Inventory: Beat-up jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $221.95, flashlight, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, kinda-depleted first aid kit, map

>>32326637
Check the camcorder's memory for fap mate-I mean to find out if the sick fuck's face appears anywhere on them.

>>32326660
Yeah, we're a 12-year-old girl. Fuck going through that, we have enough baggage as it is.

>Loot
-Flashlight
-Monies
-Matches
-Road Atlas

Rest is junk or worse.

>>32326637
Dammit, I'm getting coffee.

Anyway, after God knows how much walking in the heat, you reach your typical American hospitality town by following the map and the highway. Everything is visible as you walk down the main street. There's a big gas station with lots of useless crap for sale, a burger joint or two, a taco bell/pizza hut, a motel, a starbucks, an outdoor strip mall, and a few trailers and run-down looking houses.

The sun climbs high into the desert sky. You're sweating like a pig.

Status: Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, hungry, scraped, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary, aching), hot, sweaty, thirsty
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $161.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, kinda-depleted first aid kit, map, flashlight


>>32326660
The thing didn't even function. Sadly.


That water you got from the fountain's gonna be getting nasty.

>>32326637
Take the cola

>>32326689
Go to the burger joint and get some food.

Eggs and steak.

>>32326689
Treat your wounds with the rest of the first aid-kit and see if you buy one at the strip mall.

>>32326689
Burger joint it up. Use their toilets (Parent's Bathroom prefered) to clean ourselves up a little and refill on water.

Look for a bicycle at the gas station sale or around the strip mall. Buy some muesli bars and other lasting food sources, as well as an extra bottle of water. Suncream too if there is any.

>>32326712
You decide to enjoy some hospitality in this town. First, you get yourself some steak and eggs. Because that shit's delicious. And of course a drink because you're fucking dying of heatstroke here.

While you're there, you patch yourself up with the rest of the first-aid kit, keeping that wound nice and clean and putting Mickey Mouse band-aids on all your little scrapes. It almost looks cute. You wash your face in the bathroom sink and run a wet paper towel over your nasty bits.

You then head to the strip mall to buy yourself another first-aid kit. They've got one just like the one you got before.

By now the sun is beating down HARD. The desert ahead looks like a blur in the heat. A newspaper blows by, with a story inside recounting how middle-schoolers are getting into drugs earlier and earlier. Somehow you're not even mentioned. Huh.

>>32326589
You buy a box of pop tarts and some clif bars.


Status: Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $169.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas

>>32326814
Bikes are 200 bucks.

I'm trying to correct any previous fuckups here too. With the inventory, I mean.

>>32326856
Hang out at the mall until it gets cooler. Buy a large collapsible water bottle.

>>32326856
No sign of a bus stop heading further south-ish at all?

Fuck walking in this heat. Might have to travel at night despite the coyote risk. I'd prefer to hitchhike before that happens though.

>>32326856
Do we need batteries for the flashlight?

>>32326885
>>32326897

You take one look out at the sizzling asphalt and sand ahead and go "fuck that shit." You decide to hang out at the mall until it gets cooler, and while you're there, you buy a large collapsible water bottle. It doesn't begin to get cooler until the sun starts to go down.

>>32326897
No bus stop, but a few interstate megabuses stop here sometimes.

>>32326899
You get those at the strip mall.

It's sundown, and it's starting to cool off. There's still some light to see by, but it's cooler now. A single Megabus has stopped here for 15 minutes so its passengers can buy shit and stretch.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $169.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32326942
Also, your bag is now full to the fucking brim.

>>32326942
Let's see how much a ticket is and if they're accepting passengers.

>>32326942
>interstate megabus
Ask the newly arrived bus what price we're looking at and if it's going anywhere near California, the land flowing with Milk and Honey.

Buy more food (don't forget to adjust the dosh levels).

>>32326963
Our books are probably a large contributor to the weight. What books do we have and how many?

>>32326983
>>32327003
You're told that tickets are usually anywhere from a dollar to 40 bucks, but that this is just a quick stop and they're not accepting new passengers right now. They're just letting the passengers get some food and stretch before they take off again.

And they're going south down the highway.

You buy some more food. Gotta eat.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, schoolbooks, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32327056
That sounds like an in, we should wait around for a megabus with space.

Draw the coyote attack in our school book while we wait because things. Better than crying about it, and better than the dick-doodles.

>>32327045
You have 3 books.Thick ones.

"Of Pandas and People: Evolution is Bullshit and God Made Biology"

"Complicated Mathematics for 6th Graders"

"History Whitewashed (3rd edition, with the second amendment rewritten)"

>>32327056
Take a bus to where Nana lives. We can wash up there then head wherever.

>>32327086
>drawing the coyote attack

We should probably draw anything that happened to us. If anyone find our book, it'll make for a pretty good best-seller.

>>32327105
I'm unsure about Nana. I mean that's explicitly a place where we'd get caught.

>>32327087
could we sell the books at a second hand shop or something?

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>>32327087
We don't need no education.

Basic survival is probably higher on our 'to-do' list than shit that no one cared if we learnt anyway.

>>32327105
>>32327118
>drawing
I agree. It's a nice aspect and it's something we can do in our down time. Maybe get an actual sketchbook and how-to when we finally find a secondhand book store.

>Nana
Nope on that, that's literally the only lead they have as far as we know.

>>32327087
"I'm totally not running away. School is out for summer, right?"

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>>32327105
There's no bus to Nana's. There's a train heading into the same county two towns over. You could stow away in this one and get there, or hoof it. Or hitchhike.

>>32327121
Nope.

>>32327162
>>32327086
Pic related.


You ditch the useless books. They never taught you anything anyway.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32327217
>Pic
Fucking saved

>Travel
Voting to hitchhike to the tracks, one step closer to the promised land.

The megabus folks have seen our face so our chances of stowing away are pretty low, and walking has been working out less than swell so far.

>>32327217
Check the bus routes and where to buy tickets. Fill up your water bottles if you haven't already.

>>32327252
You stick that thumb out, but traffic is light and infrequent. The bus leaves. Eventually, the fat red-faced, partially toothless driver of an 18-wheeler at the truck stop approaches and asks you where you're headed. He offers you a ride to the town you indicate on the map, calling you "little lady."


>>32327271
The next available place to buy tickets is the town where the tracks intersect, two towns over.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32327395
All aboard the rape truck? I don't know you guys, but I don't get in this shit unless we can easily access gun AND knife.

>>32327395
Get in. Where's our gun stashed?

>>32327395
Since we can't buy tickets looks like we're hopping aboard the party wagon.

After seeing the pics in the abandoned trailer I have no doubt our knife and gun are close at hand.

>>32327424
>>32327413
The gun's in the backpack, but it's loaded and it's a double-action. You could probably stash it in your jacket if you wanted. There's a kitchen knife in there, too.

Is that two votes to board the rape truck?

>>32327454
Yep. Stash the gun in our jacket in case things get skeevy.

>>32327454
Aye, gun in the jacket as a precaution.

>>32327454
I'm going to regret this. Please don't get too graphic.

>>32327413
>>32327447
>>32327424
Three! Three votes to get aboard the party wagon!

You accept, but you stash the revolver in your jacket as you circle round the truck.

You climb aboard and get in the passenger seat as he takes off. He's playing some creepy-ass Coast to Coast shit on the radio, and the air conditioner is on full-blast despite it being night. You plop your bag in your lap.

"Please keep your hands, feet, arms, and legs INSIDE the vehicle at all times," he declares as you depart. You laugh nervously. He mostly listens to the radio, but sometimes asks you idle questions as you move along. He's nice enough, but it seems like he's on speed or something.

After a long silence, you enter an empty stretch of road and he speaks up.
"Little lady, you ever hear the saying 'Cash, ass, or grass?'"

Your heart sinks into your stomach.

"Um, no."

"Well, it basically means you don't ask for a ride unless you're offering grass (makes joint toking motion), cash, or..."

He chuckles to himself and bites his upper lip.

"Well, you know."

After a pause, he laughs and says he's just kidding, followed by something about Samaritans and the Bible and Jesus.

"Candy?" he asks, offering you a hard candy.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat, kinda creeped out
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32327570
politely decline , instead go eat your granola bar.

>>32327570
"Nah, I just ate."


Shit shit shit.

>>32327570
YOU FAGGOTS. DIVE OUT OF THAT CAR.

Also OP this particular scene reminds me of one scene in that AIF Jailbait on the Interstate.

>>32327607
>>32327610
"Suit yourself!" he says, unwrapping the candy and popping it into his own mouth. He laughs again.

In the distance, you see lights. That's the next town. He points it out and says that your destination is the next town after that. So you might as well take a nap, because it'll be a while.

"Air too cold?"

"No."

"Well, let me know."

It begins to rain. Hard. So hard that you wonder how he can see through the windshield, even with the wipers going. He says that this area can get problematic when it rains, and sometimes floods. You're glad you're not walking. He tunes out of the station about martial law and aliens, and turns on the weather.

You drive right on through the next town, passing a cop car. You don't know whether that makes you nervous or it's comforting. You exit the town onto the freeway.

"So, uh...what are you doing out on the road all by yourself, lady?"

>>32327680
Forgot.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat, kinda creeped out
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32327680
Tell him you're visiting your relatives. You were going to walk to the bus station.

>>32327680
"visiting my nana, I didn't realise how far I had to walk from the bus station though"

>>32327680
OP be honest is this guy our estranged father?

>>32327718
>>32327703
"Well, shit. It's a good thing you aren't walking. It is UGLY out there, right now. Shit, last time it rained like this, I ditched my old trailer just to get away from it. Noah's fuckin' flood out there."

He turns up the radio to listen to the Emergency Alert Service

"Damn. Guess it's good for this drought, but damn. It is PISSING out there."

"Y-yeah..."

"So, you're visiting your nana, huh? That's sweet of you. You got a basket a goodies for her in that bag of yours?"

He laughs.

"Air too cold for ya?"

"No."

"Let me know. Let me know..."

You can see lights in the distance as you reach the top of a mountain. That has to be your destination. You feel relieved.

He drives right through it, saying nothing.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat, kinda creeped out, cold
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32327718
Seconding this.

>>32327796
Shiiiiiiiit

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>>32327814

>>32327796
"please stop"
If he doesn't, get the revolver out and make sure we stay as far away from him as we can, if he makes a grab for us we shoot, make sure we tell him that.

>>32327796
*flashback*

>>32326637
>The door to the trailer is kinda flimsy
>The trailer's interior is full of dusty
>polaroid photos of a middle-aged man fucking a little girl with a slit throat.

>>32327796
>Shit, last time it rained like this, I ditched my old trailer just to get away from it.

... Well it was a pleasure questing with you guys. Here's to another deadraped 12 y.o girl.

>>32327858
Last little girl didn't have a firearm on here (probably).

>>32327852
All the way, man. I am creeped out to the max.

>>32327796
OH FUCK, shoot him in the leg and run away. The caravan with the pedophilic pic was his.

Casually as possible, draw pistol. Then let him know you would rather die in a car crash that let him touch you.

>>32327852
That, except we also get the knife out.

Also, keep in mind it could be a cop undercover, or heck, an honest citizen that just listened to the Emergency Alert Service mentioned just now. I know the odds are low and I'm a wide-eyed idealist, but let's not shoot a guy until necessary.

>>32327904
I don't think we can really wield a revolver with one hand. Probably need a double grip to pull the trigger.

>>32327922
Cock the hammer and fire in single action

>>32327904
>>32327922

We're 12, let's spare the dual-wielding efforts for now. He could probably take us on knife or no, that gun is our ticket to life.

>>32327796
Pull pistol out. Shoot center mass. Multiple times.
I really hope we are wearing a seatbelt.

>>32327904
The knife will do nothing. He slit the last girl's throat with a knife. Use the gun.

>>32327852
"Please stop. This is my destination."

He just laughs, but after that, his demeanor changes. That grin turns into a fucking scowl and you begin to shake.

"No, no, no. Cash, ass, or grass, little lady. And let me tell you, I've got no shortage of cash or grass. You've only got one thing I want."

He laughs and looks at you with the most dead-serious expression on his face. He casually unzips his pants and his dick flops out, half-erect already. He sweeps your bag onto the floor at your feet and shoves you into the window hard.

"Now suck it. NOW."

He grabs your hair and pulls your head towards him hard, then stops suddenly and withdraws his hand like he touched a hot stove when he sees what you just took out of your jacket pocket.

You've got a 6-shooter with the hammer cocked in your right hand. You put both hands on it and point it at him.

Well, shit. Looks like the tables have turned.

"N-now hold on a second there, little lady. I was just joking." His eyes dart around the truck quickly. Time moves slowly.

Status: Amazing technicolor bruises, sunburned, ankle wound (bandaged, sanitary), greasy and smelling like sweat, scared, shaking
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32328003
Shoot his belly/groin area.

>>32328003
>Bang Bang

Fuck this guy (we were wearing a seatbelt right?). Now we KNOW we're going to end up just like the last girl in those pictures if we don't end him now.

>>32328003
"Let me off and maybe you can rape someone else tomorrow."
Of course, we could just shoot him when the truck's stopped. Might be a bit hardcore for a 12 year old kid though.

>>32328003
shoot him in the vitals, this is in self defense right?

Tell him to stop the truck. If he refuses, shoot him.

When he stops, shoot him. Recover the bag, leave the cab, then set it on fire.

>>32328003
Let the thirty-sixy go bangy bangy.

>>32328003
Shoot him, any time to stall is time for him to cook up a plan or work up the courage to hope we're too pussy to fire, or too inexperienced to hit

>>32328040
Hell if we're ever picked up for this we know a trailer with some pretty exonerating stuff on our behalf if it belonged to the same dude.

>>32328055
>>32328049
>>32328032

I agree, take him down now before he tries something. The sudden gun has him on the back foot, but if we ask him to pull over sure as shit he'll make a grab for it.

Shoot that scumbag, we should already be belted in and delaying is going to make us the co-star in his next movie.

Why can't we meet the nice truckers?

>>32328138
Well to be fair we immediately went with the skeevy-looking fucker rather than wait for a better opportunity.

Hopefully we can remove him from the road at least.

>>32328024
>>32328031
>>32328040
>>32328052
>>32328055
You squeeze the trigger and go deaf as the sound resonates inside the truck. Your ears are ringing and everything's moving slowly. The lights race by incoherently outside the truck's window. Scarlet red thicker than you've ever seen seeps from his chest.

Somehow, that didn't stop him immediately. Funny how that works. He grabs you by your hair and smashes your face into the dashboard so hard you're stunned for a few seconds. Silence.

As your senses return, you see blood. Your own. Your nose is fucked up. He's slumped over, wheel turned hard to the right.

You feel a sudden jolt as the truck hits something, and you're flung into a contorted position only held fast to the seat by your seatbelt. As your ability to hear returns somewhat, you hear the roaring groan of metal. There are sparks outside your window. The gun is midair, being flung about the inside of the truck and bouncing off the dashboard where you see an embedded tooth.

As the whole scene literally grinds to a halt, you're not sure which way is up. The dripping blood would seem to indicate that up is the direction opposite the way you're oriented. There's smoke. And fire.

You're in a burning truck, belted to the seat. Your bag rolls to a rest on your face.

Status: Man, you don't even fucking know

Inventory: Beat-up, bloody everything, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32328181
Well, nothing for it but to try and escape. We didn't happen to notice what the truck was carrying, did we?
Unbuckle, get door open or window down, crawl out with bag and run routine.

>>32328181
Harcore, is this your first quest OP?

Grab our bag, gtfo the truck if we can. If we can't see the gun we shouldn't stick around to look for it.

>>32328181
Unbuckle ourselves. Find our gun. Get out.

>>32328233
This
But stay a distance away to see if the fucker burns

>>32328181
get your knife out and see if rapist trucker-kun is still alive, while trying to get the revolver back.

>>32328181
Leg it. Grab our stuff and vamanos.

As for destination, we only just passed the last town. Guess we'll have to sort ourselves out and hole up for the night. First things first though, not burning to death.

Seatbelt off, using knife if needed.

Grab bag.

Get the hell out.

Forget the gun, unless it's really close and easy to get.

>>32328223
We really should. It's our only reliable protection.

>>32328223
>If we can't see the gun we shouldn't stick around to look for it.
Are you kidding? That thing is our lifeline in this shit world. Hang on to that thing for dear life.

>>32328233
>>32328202
>>32328257
You ever hear of "manual walking?" Trying to move your arms is like playing Octodad.

Well, this is manual everything. You don't know how to move right, and the inside of this truck is full of choking, blinding smoke and powdered glass and shit. As you cough, you taste blood. Shit. Shit Shit.

Your seatbelt is stuck. It won't unbuckle. Thank God you have that knife. You take it out of the bag and saw through the belt, which allows you to orient yourself inside the truck in a squatting position. You clumsily grab your bag and gun and climb out, upwards, through the side door.

You're standing out in the rain in the middle of the desert. Holy shit, it's raining. To the north is your destination. You start running frantically, and you actually kiss the gun as you stash it.

Status: Holy shit, you don't even know
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32328223
Yeah, it's my first quest. At least the first one that went beyond 10 posts without me sucking my own dick.

>>32328311
Start walking. Wrap the emergency blanket around you.

>>32328311
Get something at least mildly water-repellant on, keep moving.

>>32328319
I have to say good stuff, mate.

I honestly have never been so unnerved over the protagonist's fate, other quests inevitably grant the MC a degree of invulnerability in anything other than finales. You've done a good job of maintaining the fear that BAD END could be just around the corner.

>>32328311
Put on your jacket.

Also, we should buy a cheap compass a the next gas station we see.

>>32328311
once you're a safe distance away from the truck ; treat youself w/ the first aid kit.

>>32328311
Get your revolver, aim it at your head then pull the trigger.

This is why you don't run away from home ,kids.

>>32328333
This, we're probably in shock.

I reckon we should treat ourselves to a motel room tonight. A (warm?!) shower, a soft bed, something resembling safety with a locked door. No one knows or cares who we are and even if we did they have no means of linking us back to bumfuck Nevada.

>>32328410
Who says that our shit mum's shit boyfriends haven't been trying the same stuff when they like?

>>32328428
I'm sure they didn't struggle with you while you boarded a vehicle that suddenly erupted in a huge rocket of inferno that was straight from Hell's vagina, which, by the way, caused your body to be decimated by the sheer impact and explosion.

At least there, you'd have a pillow to hug, to tell all the bad things they did to you, at least you had a somehwat comfortable bed. And now you're stuck, in an ear-rape situation where you most likely killed your first man, and you're crawling, battered, bruised and severely injured without even a fucking cushion to cry on. Nothing but the shit interstate and the comfort of stars.

>>32328333
You're shivering. You're not sure if it's cold or shock. Either way, you wrap the emergency blanket around you. This would seem to be an emergency.

The raindrops feel heavy on one part of your wrist. You look down, and holy shit, you think you've broken your ulna. It's swollen to hell and it looks all red and fucked up.

Your nose is bleeding. You run your tongue through the place where your tooth was. Damn.


You walk towards the lights to the north, becoming increasingly aware that your neck is sore and your feet are wet.You're shivering hard.

Eventually, you reach the outskirts of town. You hear a train going by. It's a very familiar sound. There's a gas station across from you, a motel across the street, an open drug store, a bus station in the opposite direction, and a Starbucks still open. Of fucking course. You begin to cry.

Status: Broken arm(?), missing tooth, scraped, bloody, sore, bloody nose, ankle wound you had actually forgotten about, shock
Inventory: Beat-up, bloody jeans, tee shirt, sunscreen, jacket, ballcap, shoes, backpack, notebook, pencils, scissors, keys, pen, $162.95, .38, box of ammo, peanut butter, water, granola bars (3), pop tarts, clif bars, condoms, knife, bandaids, cigs, lighter, gum, tarp, emergency blankets, new first aid kit, map, flashlight, matches, road atlas, collapsible bottle

>>32328428
This anon gets it.

>>32328385
Thanks.

>>32328480
>you begin to cry
;_;

Go to the drugstore and buy some painkillers,bandages and paracetamol and whatever medicine that helps.

>>32328480
Get to the motel. We need to clean up, and they might have complementary coffee.

>>32328480
Hold up on the crying, we're nearly there.

Drug Store
>Pain Killers
>Band-Aids

Ignore questions, if they insist then ask them if they're going to sell their stuff or what.

>Motel
One night of warmth and semi-security is all we ask.

>>32328514
>>32328515
Combining those two. Also, we need a bandana. Because if we survive that shit, we're going to be one tough badass fatherfucker.

>>32328537
>One night of warmth and semi-security is all we ask.

Oh fuck NOW I see why I like this quest! Think about it:

>The whole world is out to get you one way or another
>Nothing but your grit to survive
>Promised land (that will likely turn out to be shit if we reach it too fast)
>Trust no one
>Surviving to see another day is reward enough

Nigga we post-apo.

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>>32328547
I agree, and maybe cutting our hair short might help. After all that's what Mr.Chucklefuck grabbed us with.

And we're grimy enough to pass as a boy at glance, so even slimmer chance of the authorities cluing on to who we are.

>>32328581
>Promised land (that will likely turn out to be shit if we reach it too fast)

You think taking longer to get there will somehow make it less shit?

>>32328607
From reality's point of view, this indeed would make no sense.

But, if we're going to apply narrative conventions, and assuming our QM isn't going "all endings are bad", then reaching California after a finale could mean "happy ending". Conversely, if we reach it too fast, then making it the happy ending would mean ending the story too soon.

>>32328607
Not him but the police aren't really going to care about a missing white trash girl after a while? So therefore nana's house should be relatively safe.

>>32328592
Good idea cutting the hair, looking too grubby is a sure way to get picked up by some white-knight adult or cop and returned to our shit-hole home, we need to keep clean too.

>>32328607
Well, the longer we take, the lower our standards will be upon arrival. But on the other hand, the more it'll be built up in our mind. So....maybe?

>>32328514
>>32328515
>>32328537
>>32328547
>>32328592

You walk into the drugstore, and they have one of those weird downward air blast thingies in the entrance. You shudder. Again using manual arm control, you induce your shaking hands to pick up a basket and you start to collect shit from the pharmaceutical aisle. Aspirin. Bandages. Paracetamol. Anything you can think of, choking back tears and sobs as you drip all over the tile floor. They have one of those long mirrors on the border of the wall and ceiling that allows you to see the whole aisle. You see yourself in this pitiful state. You grab some of the stupid, touristy clothing they sell in drugstores.

You slam that shit down on the counter. The cashier gives you a weird look and starts to ask questions. You hand him all the cash you have.

"Are you going to ring up my stuff or what?"

You wipe your face off. You don't even know how much change you got back. You trudge to the motel and repeat the routine with a mustachioed Italian guy in a tank top smoking a cigarette and wearing a gold chain.

The stairs going up to your room are the longest climb ever.

>>32328581
I was playing this as if we were in the Mojave wasteland ever since we found that fucked up trailer with the coyotes.

>>32328654
Better take a long shower. Then do whatever we can for our wrist. Then cry.

>>32328641
What have we learnt so far, anon?

Trust no one.

Besides, I'm less afraid of the cops showing than I am of our enraged mother popping around randomly one day and beating our lovely nana to death.