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[Alpha Eight is entering from the Traveling Thread and healing himself]

As he made his way into the town, the desolation of the area combined with the ever present fog made the area seem somehow frozen in despair. Up until that point even when he was lost on the beach, Eight hadn't felt like time itself had stopped or more appropriately for this place, stopped. However, once he found himself in the Abandoned Town, even the countdown for the final days seemed stopped. Nothing in the area seemed to portray the urgency of the situation, the vacant buildings only spoke of an area that had run out of time. It was terrifying and calming at the same time. Eight knew deep down he had to find a way to get a pendant and he needed to make it to the last day, but for the first time, he felt he could actually catch his breathe. Something about the desolation spoke to him. He oddly felt as if the combination of thick fog and broken structures eased the tension. For now, he could try and recuperate from the events at the beach.

(16 + 5 = 21 )
Weapon Used: Bandages
Amount Healed: 5
Total HP: 21

[Alpha Eight is attacking the shadow]

Solace lasted only a few seconds and it seemed Eight hadn't truly found a safe haven. Instead, he was forced once more to fight alone. Another painful reminder that he was basically defenseless and most importantly, that he was still a coward deep down.

"Dammit! Not this again! Get away from me!"

Nerves kicked in once more and his hands started to shake. Or was his whole body shaking? He couldn't tell. Now all he could do was ball up a fist and try and vanquish the little demon before him.


((7 - 6 = 1))
Weapon being used: Melee
Total damage to opponent Shadow: 1
Total HP value left: 5 - 1 = 4

Actually hitting the shadow gave Alpha Eight a little more confidence. As his cellphone indicated earlier, the days were running out, but he still felt as nervous about conflict as he did the moment he awoke in the Alpha Base Tent with the others. However, Eight didn't have time to reminisce since it seemed the tiny creature was intent on his death. Awkwardly throwing his body to the side, he almost tripped and fell while trying to dodge the shadow's assault. Embarrassment. Lovely. Just what he needed. Anger welled up inside Eight and returned the shadow's attack with his own charge. He readied both fists in order to push the tiny creature back.

((9 - 6 = 3))
Weapon being used: Melee
Total damage to opponent Shadow: 3
Total HP value left: 4 - 3 = 1

(It would help to roll; this counts for the above post.)

With a silent wail, the creature fades back into the fog, as if it had never been.

HP: 0

[Alpha Eight is healing himself]

"s**t, looks like I took a wrong turn at Albuquerque. Hahaha"

Once again, it seemed that Alpha Eight had proven to himself that he had no sense of direction. While he hadn't lost his terrible sense of humor, he was still wondering aimlessly through the fog. Sometimes a building would come into view or at least what looked like a building. One could never really tell since each one was so run down and he didn't really have anyone to ask. Eight had hoped to find his teammates from the beach, but his luck had certainly turned sour. He was tempted to scream out or yell in case someone could help, but he was more afraid to attract the wrong kind of attention. He felt a little tougher since beating that shadow, but it didn't change the fact that Eight was truly meant to have others fight for him or that's what he told himself anyway. For the moment, he sat down on the ground and tried to examine his surroundings. Walking aimlessly had proven fruitless and he was left to contemplate where he should go next. Should he try and leave the town and head towards another landmark on the map? Taking a deep sigh, Eight decided to take this moment to think it over. He would wrap up some old wounds and try and figure out his next move.

Weapon being used: Bandages
Target: Self
Total Amount Healed: 1
Total HP value left: 24