Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191113064934/@comment-26173711-20191118054407

Demeter took the scratch.

"...Shit."

He stood up and faced the others.

"I'm probably infected by now. Whoever has an anti-power gun, please shoot me so if I go on a murderous rampage, I don't go on a killing spree."

"If you say so, I guess." Jamison took out his Desert Eagle and shot Demeter in the torso. Thankfully, the bullet stayed in there.

"...Goddamn, that hurt." Demeter grumbled. "And thanks."

He walked out, clutching his wound. "I'll go find a way to trap myself. Cya later."