After being sucked into the game 'Into Salvation' Jimmie Daniels awakens looking up into the unwelcoming sky. The clouds are dark orange and brown coving the sun which partly lights up the world. He pushes himself up right on the dirt and stands up to regain his baring, as he observes his surroundings, he realizes he is in the game- trapped. Jimmie starts to remember what exactly happened to him and why he is stuck in the game. He remembers a missing texture that was known to everyone but was told to never venture into that area as it was going to be patched in a later update and the consequences would be great if anyone didn't obey that simple rule. A shock happened and where his character was, was where he is now, right outside a gas station.
Jimmie begins to panic and feels his heart rate increase as he realized what has happened. He looks down to see his legs are now clothed as when he was gaming, he didn't have pants on. The jeans he wore were ripped but serviceable, he had his character's black torn shirt and leather jacket with ribbed spikes on the shoulders, fingerless gloves and black combat boots. He reached down to his waist to feel the grip of a kolt .45 and the engraving on the side. He pulls it out and inspects it, seeing that it was customized how he had it: .45 caliber, seven round magazine, ebony metal with gold Victorian engravings and a heavy trigger. Jimmie pulls the slide back and sees a bullet in the chamber and carefully slides it back. He puts the safety on and holsters it. Jimmie then feels weight on his back and pulls off his rough leather backpack, and looks into his inventory to see a gas mask some more magazines for his kolt .45, rations, and his water flask. He grabs his extra mags and pockets them for quicker access then closes his pack and puts it back on.
He looks up to see the gas station in front of him and attempts to find out where to find his skills. As he motions with his hands like an idiot in the air, he tries tapping his right shoulder with his left hand which a pop up menu appears in front of him. Surprised by this, he swipes through to see the log out option is grayed out. Saddened by this, he scrolls back up and taps on his profile information.
DevilFoX8
Lvl 4
Xp to lvl 15/75
HP 21/21
No faction
No clan
"At least my shit was saved," Jimmie whispers to himself. He taps on the back arrow and looks back up to the gas station, he remembers that he's a few miles East of Pristine and looks into the distance to the gloomy plains and burnt tree lines.
"Guess I'll check out this place before going back..." He starts to walk over to the gas station. As he begins to near the entrance he pulls out his kolt .45 and switch's the selector to fire. Ready at his pistol in a defensive position holding the handgun close to his body, he peers through the windows and closes on the door. Jimmie opens the door and slowly enters, there appears to be no immediate threat so he lowers his weapon and carries on. Jimmie begins to scrounge around looking for any supplies to take back but only finding a small jug with a quarter of gasoline in it and three creamy soda called 'Poppy Kola'. He stores them in his pack and looks around some more. As he enters the office room he sees a skeleton hung over the chair with a rusted revolver in its hand and bullet hole on the right side of the skull and a bigger hole on the left side. Jimmie pushes the chair away and the revolver falls out of the hands of the skeleton. He picks it up to see that the poorly conditioned revolver is called kilo .357 revolver and puts it in his pack along with the five single bullets on the table and throws them in his pack as well. As he turns back to the door way he hears two voices outside the building.
"Fuck man, it's been a fortnight out here, we need some grub," one voice says.
"Maybe something's in here; maybe we can just stop some asshole and take their shit you know?" The other voice responds. Both voices are male.
Jimmie slowly duffles back into the room and readies his handgun to the edge of the doorway ready to open fire. Below him a rat moves shuffling some empty cans around creating noise which attracts the attention of the two men outside.
"Hold up... you heard that? Something or someone is in here," one says.
"Yeah you're right, be on guard maybe lunch is here... hahahaha," the other replies.
The rat runs out the door under the feet of the men outside pushing more empty cans.
"Shit! It was just a damn rat," one of the men says.
"Let's still enter, we could find food here," the other says back to his partner.
The men begin to slowly move into the building and Jimmie can hear glass cracking underneath the men's feet. Jimmie keeps his pistol aimed at the doorway and hides behind the office desk, patiently waiting for confrontation. The men begin to rummage through the scraps and push stuff around looking for stuff to consume. The men pause their movement and begin to converse for a short period.
"Hey I ain't seeing anything right now," one says.
"Yeah, but looks like there is a room over here and the bathroom is in that corner. I'll check out the room," the other responds.
The footsteps continue and Jimmie hears one slowly walking towards his direction; he focuses on the front sight post and gets his fingers ready to fire on the man about to enter. The step become heavier and louder as it closes in. The man walks into the sights of Jimmie. The man holds a spiked baseball bat, wearing a red bandana around his neck, a ripped up tank top with tire armory around his chest and arms, jeans, and skater shoes. Jimmie pulls the trigger ejecting a bullet out of the barrel. The bullet makes contact followed by its loud bang of the gunpowder exploding in the shell, Jimmie pulls the trigger again and puts two into the man's chest. Above the man Jimmie quickly sees:
Raider lvl 3
Jimmie sees the HP bar go down fast with the two bullets and pulls the trigger once more ejecting a third bullet. The man falls dead as he enters the room and Jimmie hears the other man.
"What the fuck! What's going on!?" The man yells.
The man begins to run over and peers into the room and makes eye contact with Jimmie then takes cover. The raider looks down to his dead friend and talks to Jimmie.
"Alright asshole, you killed my buddy. Two things can happen: you die here or you give me your food and walk out alive. What you say?" The raider says to Jimmie.
Jimmie adjusts his aim toward the wall where the man is taking cover and pulls the trigger once. The bullet goes through the wall and hits the raider doing minimal damage, but angering the raider and leaving a bullet hole in the wall.
"So it's like that huh asshole?" He mocks Jimmie.
The man turns the corner and starts shooting into the room with an automatic pistol spraying in the room hoping to hit Jimmie. Jimmie remains unscathed and hears the raider reloading. He gets up and holsters his kolt .45 and rushes to the spiked baseball bat and swings it around the corner hitting the raider. In response, the raider yelps in pain and drops his gun and pulls out his knife. Jimmie pulls back and watches his opponent; the raider's face is red , he sprints at Jimmie and attempts to stab him but Jimmie dodges to the left of the blade and smacks the raider in the face with such great force that the baseball bat gets stuck in the mans face. A pool of blood slowly drips onto the ground as the last raider parishes at the hands of Jimmie.
Jimmie's heart races from the combat he just encountered and breaths heavily trying to regain focus. He looks down to the man at his feet and pulls out the baseball bat from his face, however the baseball bat was badly damaged he tosses it, and gets down to grab the automatic handgun. The handgun is called a bengal 9mm auto, it's in good condition so he stores it in his pack and makes his way out the doors back outside. The sky seems unchanged and Jimmie begins to walk West toward Pristine following the road