Andrew awoke much later, in a pool of his own saliva. He groined and sat up, rubbing his head and eyes, wiping off the remainder of the saliva with a shirt sleeve. Looking down at the rug he could see a small blood stain from where his hand had been lying. Great, that's probably not coming out he thought to himself and wandered to the kitchen to get something to eat and wash off the cut on his hand. Attending to the laceration first, he could see it was fairly deep and cleaned it best he could, applying a fresh bandage to it before concentrating on lunch.
Famished he built an incredible multi-layered sandwich with some milk and plopped back down to watch some television. It was Saturday now and the cartoons were on, granted he was a bit old to be watching them but hey, it was his home. Fishing out his cell he thumbed it open, dialing out for his mom, who was a registered nurse. "hey mom, how are you.. hey I felt really sick the other day, is that normal? ... mmhmm, okay so there is something going around then.. alright got it, plenty of rest and fluids."
.. after he beat that game of course. It was really bothering Andrew. He held all the top scores at the Arcade and this game would be no exception. He didn't bother to shower, throwing some different clothes and deodorant, he walked back down to the arcade.
This time Andrew came loaded for bear, his pockets clinking and bulging with quarters. Reaching the game again, he noticed some little squirt playing and then getting owned on the same level he left off at.
How convenient. Andrew just waited off in the distance until the kid wandered away, apparently due to lack of interest or quarters, it mattered not. Pumping quarters into the coin slot he reached for controller 1, feeling a twinge of pain "ouch!" and looked down ,noticing a small jagged edge on the side of the gun. Checking to see if anyone was watching he quickly cracked the gun against the hard-case dulling the edge and started the game. Andrew was taking no chances this time, using both guns as he continued into level 3.
With the extra firepower he was able to fight them off, dropping the wolves almost as fast as they appeared. One did manage to graze him however it wasn't a fatal wound and he dusted it with one final shot to the head. With a sigh of relief the level ended, displaying a score board and his accuracy.
Level 4 was starting; it appeared to be an abandoned village of some sort at sundown. Not the kind of place you'd want to be caught in after dark. Andrew watched the game movie as his character approaching the gates and entered the ghost town. He also felt a bit ill, like the other day and slumped forward without warning, his world fading away.
...coming too, Andrew propped himself up on his hands, still holding both guns.. only they felt heavier.. more sturdy now and barely suppressed a startled shout as he was now facing the gates of hell, level 4. "oh crap.. " he mouthed silently and didn't waste any time, cracking open the revolvers, finding six silver bullets in each. "well at least I have ammo"
His shoulder was sore, and the clothing was red like it had been sliced open but Andrew paid it no mind. He proceeded into the village and secured the gates for now.
It appeared empty...