101: Call Help Town
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You mind as fucking well, it's not like you have much better chance of doing anything else anyway. Coughing for a moment, you begin to shout. "HELP ME! SOME ONE HELP!" If you are lucky another paratrooper is close by and you did not notice. You continue shouting until your throats dry and the AA guns in the distance begin to die down and far off rifle fire replaces it, you had given up when you hear footsteps nearby and a light voice.
"Wer ist da?" You freeze at the sound, German. You try to grab your rifle with your left arm and prop yourself against the house but you are too clumsy and it falls from your hand. Before long, you see the infantryman walk into the plaza cautiously, his rifle to bear. Looking around he spots you and slowly approaches, your heart slamming in your ears you try to remember the words for surrender.
"I-ich gale aufa?" You say, he frowns as you obviously slaughter the German language like a pig. As he walks over, he lowers his rifle and feels your right arms, you yelp in pain as he presses his fingers into the flesh where your arm used to be socketed in; nodding as he realizes your situation, he wraps one arm around your left side and he pushes the other side of his body into your right. You groan in pain until you hear a vague popping sound and realize the worst is over, you slowly roll your arm and try to push the pain away. Reaching into his belt, he pulls out a canteen and lifts it to your mouth.
Drink of water! +5 MP
Arm relocated! +5 HP
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Parachute, Carbine M1-A1 (70), Grenade (3), Trench Knife, Helmet. |
| MP | 95 | |
| Level | 0 | |
