CYS: Try to talk to him
From Create Your Own Story
If you can resolve this without bloodshed, then that would be preferable. You step in front of the staircase , clear your throat, and try to resolve this peacefully " oh, hey bud- " you cut the intruder off without thinking about it"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT, I'LL FUCKING GUT YOU!" The figure freezes, hands up in defense, and looks at you for a couple seconds before bursting out in laughter. You slowly back away, not wanting to fight a crazy person, until the intruder begins to speak "God damn, you really scared me for a second. Thought I was gonna have to fight you" You lower your knife, recognizing his voice "Fred, is that you?" The large man nods before stepping aside, allowing the light to reveal his face. He towers over you, with the same grin that is always on his face. Black shaggy hair, and tan skin and dark green eyes, he looks more like a teen who was caught stealing from his siblings than the guy who broke into your house. You are filled with relief, which is replaced with curiosity and confusion, and then replaced with anger "why the hell are you in my house?!" Fred simply points outside the front window toward the mountains. He looks back to "That's what happened. Shit hit the fan back in the city, and from what I hear, its coming over here. Say, didn't you have a gun?" You glare at him, but then head back into the hallway while Fred walks into your room. You pull the attic door and ladder from the ceiling, Fred notices and tosses you a flashlight. You head up into the attic, where there isn't much except holiday ornaments and your granddads old box full of his WW2 stuff. Next to that, however, is your gun. A semi automatic rifle, a SKS, which you bought in case of emergencies, and you consider this a fucking emergency. You sling it over your shoulder, and pocket the ammo. As you head back down, you see Fred packing clothes and other items into a backpack. He looks at you, grins, and returns to packing. You are now more than a little curious about what is going on, so you ask Fred " Dude, whats going on, why did you come here? What happened in the city?" Fred just keeps packing, speaking over his shoulder " I'll tell you later, for now we have to get ready" This is not the answer you wanted, and right now you are starting to panic " Fred, seriously, what the Fuck is going on?" Fred sighs and looks you in the eye, his grin gone now " I would tell you, but we don't have time right now. So please, just go downstairs and get some food"
