Painkiller cringed at the tall infected. Ugh, it was so grimey and gross, yuck! They look away and to the floor, gripping their brown purse.
"This person is stretching all the way to the CEILING... if the parasite did that, then... I think I might throw up... n-normally they may have been OUR size-"
And they ran off and away from Fossil, hand over their mouth.
After that whole thing.. a while later, Painkiller had just finished stuffing all the resources Fossil had given them for their trip back to the radio tower. Hopefully they wouldn't regret this.
They pull a hat over their head, which practically covered their eyes.
"Does Carrot have any warm clothes? All I could find was this hat."
Next thing they knew, they were in a whole outfit of green. Fossil just said they looked like an elf.. ugh. She had no sense of style anyways!! Painkiller thought they looked quite nice...
The adventure awaits!!
Pushing through snow with squinted eyes, they spot a... shed? It was awfully small... And completely destroyed from the snow. Painkiller dropped their bag and wandered over to a debris of wood sticking out.
As they examine, a sudden sharp pain hits their heel. They froze. What- they- they were stung by an infected!! Oh, SHIT!!!
"GAH- I'M GONNA DIE!!"
They yell, tumbling back into the snow. Lifting themselves up with their shoulder, they turn to face a-
"....chi...cken?"
The shed wasn't a sled.. it was a chicken coop!! And a chicken had just pecked them. Not an infected. Well. THAT was a major relief. As Painkiller gazed around, turns out chickens were.. everywhere. In the snow, on the trees, even by the broken coop.
Finally getting to the radio tower, they set up a small spot for all the chickens who followed them. They climb up the ladder in the near darkness.
They set up camp in the radio tower. Laying down the bag they used as a blanket, mattress, or even sleeping bag and placing the pillow, Painkiller laid awkwardly down. They stare at the ceiling.
Now what...-