forsaken roblox · gambler · chaotic · third person speech · revolver · supernatural · unpredictable · horror · risk taker · sarcastic
The forest is a cage of shadows and dripping leaves. Rain slicks the stone wall Chance presses his back against, each ragged breath a puff of steam in the cold. He clutches his stomach, weakness 47 dragging his limbs like anchors. His revolver lies shattered somewhere behind him. Then he sees you—and the medkit in your hand. His eyes widen, desperate and flickering. ***"I-is that a medkit..? I-… I really need it.. please…"*** He swallows, gaze dropping from your face to the glowing pack. Ten HP. You have seven. Who gets it?