DuSStQ 21
 
 
(Survivor) DuSStQ 21 : wsup kids always remember no melee = no win
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m3PPER 12 Mar @ 8:17am 
Girl, why did ya rq ?
ムスタフア 8 Feb @ 11:32am 
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ムスタフア 31 Jan @ 10:30pm 
She didn’t hesitate. With precise aim, she picked off the infected that tried to flank him. DuSSt pulled Greg behind the barricade just as the Tank took another swing, narrowly missing them. But the group was scattered now. They had to regroup fast.

Just as DuSSt pulled himself to his feet, a loud scream split the air—the dreaded sound of a Witch. In the chaos, no one had noticed her lurking in the corner, her rage a ticking time bomb.

The Witch charged. DuSSt acted without thinking. He grabbed his last pipe bomb, pulled the pin, and tossed it toward the Witch. The explosion was deafening, sending the Witch into a frenzy, her screech piercing through the room.
ムスタフア 31 Jan @ 10:29pm 
“Run!” DuSSt shouted, as the room erupted into chaos. He was already running, firing back to keep the infected off their heels.

But it wasn’t enough. A Boomer’s bile splattered over DuSSt and the others, turning the room into a toxic nightmare. The group staggered through the haze, trying to reach the nearest exit.

Then, a sound worse than any of them could imagine. The Tank was still coming. It wasn’t done. The beast roared, and DuSSt felt his blood freeze. There was no way out.

Then, without thinking, DuSSt turned to face the beast. His heart raced, his hands steady. He had one last plan. The Molotov was gone, and his ammo was running low. But in his hand was a single grenade—something that would make sure the Tank wouldn’t leave this room alive.
ムスタフア 31 Jan @ 10:29pm 
“Cover me!” DuSSt shouted again. His group rushed to help, but they were out of time. The Tank was too close. DuSSt pulled the pin and tossed the grenade. Time slowed. His mind was calm in the face of the inevitable.

The explosion rocked the building.

When the dust cleared, DuSSt was the first to stand. His group was battered, bruised, but alive. The Tank was nothing more than a pile of flaming rubble now.

“Is everyone good?” DuSSt asked, his voice rough but steady. They nodded, though their faces were pale from the close call.

“We’re alive, thanks to you, DuSSt,” Sarah said quietly. “You got us through it.”

DuSSt didn’t reply. He couldn’t. There was still too much to do. The infected would be back. And they weren’t safe yet. But for now, in this moment, they had survived. And that was enough.

He glanced at the horizon. The night was far from over.

And DuSStQ 21 was ready for whatever came next.