The wind blew strong and harsh as the pick up sped down the desolate road. Colin clutched the chair he was strapped into for dear life as chunks of pincones and bugs kicked up by the tires continuously hit him in the face.
"Where are you taking me?!" Colin called out.
"WE'RE HERE!!!!" the creppy guy said as he slammed the brakes.
Colin was nearly flung out of the old recliner and hit his jaw on the side of the back window.
"Rough stop huh?" the old man joked, before he began to actually explain what he wanted, "Now just follow this map to where I want you to go."
"What will I find when I get there?" Colin asked.
"A warehouse overrun with the same kind of sluts that took over your neighborhood, and in there are supplies: food, guns, ammo, silver, gold coins, and other goodies. I'm not exactly equipped to deal with them, but you handled fighting them just fine."
"But I don't have a weapon." Colin said.
"Well, I have a knife," the old man said as he used said hunting tool to cut through the bindings holding the intimidated gamer in place. The old man the proceded to hand Colin the knife.
"If you use that knife on this here chair you were strapped to, " the old man said as he set the recliner on the ground in front of the younger man, "you'll find some stuff that might be useful. I'LL BE BACK IN A COUPLE OF HOURS, GOOD LUCK!"
With that, the man drove off and left Colin alone with the chair.
"Okay, let's see what the crazy old guy left with me." Colin said to nobody in particular, a habit he exhibited when faced with uncertainy.
Colin ripped out the back fabric and pulled several items out of the cushions, among them duct tape and a box of battery powered tools.
"No wonder that chair was so lumpy! But there's no weapons in -"
Colin immediately noticed a note that read:
'No weapons? Improvise.'
Colin sighed, "Dead Rising playthrough, don't fail me now." Colin Said as he began to combine.... (Readers, use your imagination and help Colin build a weapon out of common household junk. :D )