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MC POV - Interactive Story - 2

Added 2025-02-15 17:07:47 +0000 UTC

You open the door, and Jessica steps back slightly, running a hand through her blonde hair, pushing it behind one ear. Strands stick to her forehead. Her breathing is quick and shallow.

“This whole city’s going crazy,” she says, eyes wide. “I just left Bourbon Street—people are dying left and right.” Jessica steps closer, her voice dropping. “Man, whole place is a damn nightmare. People fightin’, screamin’. I saw this dude bitin’ a cop’s neck like straight outta a horror movie. Blood everywhere. Folks runnin’ through the streets, knockin’ over tables, breakin’ windows. One lady—I swear—she got hit by a car, stood right back up like nothin’ happened. I had to get outta there.”

She hugs her body, and her sneakers shuffle on the concrete as she glances down the street.

A burst of gunshots cracks the distance—three, maybe four. You tense, head turning toward the sound. From overhead comes the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of rotor blades, and they grow louder. A helicopter streaks across the sky, low enough that the windows rattle. Jessica flinches, shoulders jerking up, and turns slightly as if expecting something worse to follow.

That’s when you see it—a small, .38 revolver tucked into the waistband of her jean shorts, the grip barely visible under the edge of her tank top.

Another sound cuts through the neighborhood. A sharp, panicked scream echoes between houses. It twists and breaks into gasps. Then comes a low, guttural growling, rough and uneven, too close for comfort.

Jessica spins back to you, her eyes darting past your shoulder to the safety inside. “Can I come in?”

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