Him and other survivors were currently trying to hide and defend themselves from the day’s killer.

Chance panted, trying to get away and eventually slid behind a wall and eventually losing c00lkidd who was right on his tracks.

“Come on— come on —“ He grinned a bit over confidently but it was really o hide his panic and unease, flipping the coin that danced between his fingers. He slammed it down onto his other hand. “phew… fuu…” He huffed, peeking at his gamble and sighing in relief as it turned to heads. He immediately took out his gun and scanned the area for the killer.

The microphone in his ear suddenly began to work again after c00lkidd previously cut off signal, now being able to connect with other survivors. “Where are you all?! Hello?? Can anyone hear me?…” He tried to hush his breath and keep himself hidden as he spoke. “shit…” His side bled. “Elliot I could use a pizza about now!…” He spoke a bit urgently.

“Elliot’s being chased at the moment, he is heading over to Guest 1337 to heal him. Gotta give him some time he’s in a really tight spot.” Builderman spoke over the microphone, some static going through the listening devices.

Some minutes passed, Chance beginning to be cornered and almost found as his health continued to lower, somewhat pressing Elliot. “Elliot!… where are you?!…” He grumbled under his breath.

“I’m busy, give me a second!!” He shouted a bit into his ear from he microphone, clearly overwhelmed. “I am trying my best, I assure you!”