Where we give new meaning to "forever alone" - Let's Play Lone Survivor!

Really, now is not the time!



Narcissus, you'll fall through if you keep leaning in



SHIT. WHAT DID I SAY?

I've got to be dreaming. Just another night terror. Of course I can't go a single night without dreaming.



We're back before our mirror. Dirty. Smudged. Cracked.



Chased by Jellies. Jogging through fleshy tunnels. Flashing back home.

If this is a dream, I want a new one.



Even if it isn't, I want one anyway.

I completely failed this game within it's first 20min, and never touched it again (stuck between a jelly and a door to nowhere). Thanks for making me see a more competent walkthrough than my own terrible short exploration of this.

I almost keel over as I wake on the third day. As unappetizing as it is, I've got to risk it.



I don't want to eat up as the rotten meat for the next survivor who passes by.



Probably should have removed the stick before eating it.

I take a few tentative steps into the hallway...



...but I halt as soon as the moaning hits me. I Cybilly can't proceed. Not that way.



It worked once before... maybe it will work again?



Worked like a charm.

I missed the box resting beside the nightmare hole...



It's a box of prawn crackers. It's like a mini convenience store in here!

I've wandered into the Wing Court. It's been far too long since I've ventured out here.



And with good reason.

As soon as the Jelly passes, I dash out and jiggle the nearest door, but it's locked. The Jellies haven't broken into 204 yet.



I'll have to take the farther door.

Who left the diary page on the fire escape?



Can't be wind. Can't imagine a survivor spending time hiding these, either.




I guess someone else already invented my nickname for the Jellies.




A very twisted someone.

The fire escape is less staircase and more modern art. All broken rods in broken angles.



There's only one way to proceed.



Graffiti again!



Or just a welcome.

We've arrived.

We've arrived.



The hell?

No blood? No scratches? No bodies?

They've got to be here. Something terrible must have happened. Get that door open quick and



Empty, too.

The bedside tables and wardrobe neatly filled. Even a cheerful painting arching over the bed.



All I can find is another friend for Catson.

And just where the hell is that music coming from?

I didn't think I heard it at first, but it's real! I can hear the beat...

I can't open the next set of doors quickly enough.



I'm... I'm not... I'm not alone.

Chie, help me with this armchair, we've got to cover the window!



Stop going on about that doll!



ALL RIGHT I BROKE INTO YOUR BEDROOM, I'M SORRY.

C'mon, surely you can help me, Benzido? We're not safe here! Your door is unlocked, for Chrissake!



You... are ... Benzido, right? I didn't get your name wrong?



I'm fucking alone, asshole! Can't you see the world's gone to shit?!



Fuck helping.

C'mon Kenny, help me. Fuck Benzido. You'll help me, right? We've got fucking Jellies ambling around!



...It's no use.

They're too busy sipping their fancy drinks out of their fancy glasses.



There're only four people here.

Fuck, this isn't even a party!

The dirty doll smells like the rest of the apartment. I'm all too glad to hand it back to Chie.

Chie's happy, too. Catson isn't.



The hell are you on about? What is in those drinks? Why are you all oblivious to the fucking danger outside?!



No, I very motherfucking well don't!



Wait, where are you going? Let me have it! Why are you headed to the balcony?

YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING DIE.

At least Chie lives on the second floor. The Jellies won't be able to hop up onto here.



But I can also see for miles around...

And all I see is... devastation...

Oh God, Chie, why did you bring me here?


Chie, what are you on about? Why do you seem so cal--

Is it really gleaming? What I think it is?



You realized! Thank god someone at this party is sane.



Listen, Chie, I'm so glad you're here, I thought I'd be alone forever. Come with me! We can't be the only ones here



...Chie?

Did she head back inside?

I though she had jumped from the balcony at first but this is much worse. Yikes.

Where's Chie? Benzido? Kenny?

No...



No...



NOOOOO.

I don't want to think about what happened. I just need to refocus.



Thanks to...Chie...I'm armed. I have a fighting chance.



Just... don't think.

The main corridor's blocked off by a pile of rubble that reaches the ceiling. How did Chie miss the destruction?

But a door lies unblocked just short of the wreckage. It's this way or no other way. But what's that noise?



Another door. A way onward.

But I can hear them. Shuffling from behind my one way...



Don't tempt me, door.

(the moment I get off work, I am reading through this whole thread!

Also, it's now my headcanon that this is a crossdressing Mary before you discovered the art of Wardrobbing and met the other survivors)

The gun feels heavy in my hand. I can't help but be aware of the rotten meat weighing my bag down. I'm exhausted. It's no use.

When I return to Chie's apartment, it's after another night's fitful unrest. But I'm a little calmer. Even between sneaking past all the Jellies, I notice one door I didn't yesterday.



And I spy a key dangling from a hook.



My key.

I only played through the demo once, which ends right after the whole Chie fiasco, so I'm excited to see what happens after this. :3

What else did I miss yesterday? Chie disappearing shook me... I can't have been too aware.

There's only the bedroom left... There! Behind the bedside table...



A hole. Just big enough to squeeze through.



NO!

G--Get back! Get away from me!



I'm n--not afraid to shoot! Get away!

Draco wrote what to do. Oh, what did Draco say...



L--LAST WARNING! GET AWAY! D--DON'T MAKE ME

It's still coming, what do I do? What did he say? What did Draco say?!





Yes. He's right. Draco's right!

GET BACK, I SAID! GET BACK!

Once more. For good measure.

I jump back at the wetness. The blood's seeping against my feet.

I...I did it. They're not invincible. They're just...Jellies.

I still have some bullets. I can make it through!

One foot forward. Another. There's no snow hanging off of winter coats. It's just a cupboard. It'll be fine.

Wait, I saw movement!

I edge around the patch of skin nervously... There! At the edge where the skin meets the wall. Is that...

...another hole?

I can't keep going through this Freudian gold mine. I've got to clear my head.



I just want to go home. Take me home.

When the light dissipates, I let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. At least at home, I'm safe.

The walls of my stomach clap together. Hastily I tear open a packet of beef jerky: far too salty, but filling. The rest of my food is canned, hard to open.

I'd better make the most of what energy I do have. Time to visit the strange, locked bedroom.



The bedroom even smells unfamiliar: a damp, decaying smell not helped by the leaking ceiling.

The bed. The bedside table. The shoes. Everything in here...

My feet brush against a box in the darkness. It's a box of pills.



And the others?



Be more aware of the destruction around me or sleep more peacefully. Not a difficult decision.

Whoever left these pills and instructions for me left some extra in the bathroom. Wait, are these written by hand?

...Who are you?

True to their word, I find a few more pills in the sink. Well, I'm not going to question my luck.

And I find another diary page resting against the sink.



I hope to hell to never meet you, Draco. You sick fuck.

In spite of the beef jerky, I still feel shaky. Damn, I don't want to use the pills already...

What did the instructions say, again?



...Was this here before? Why so specific? Has someone else trodden these same steps that I have?

It doesn't matter. 205's just next door. And now, I have a handgun. My only friend.

You miserable fuck! You thought you could sneak up on me, didn't you?



The writing on the wall in the next room explains it all.



No other solution.

I can't keep my eyes open... if this keeps up, I'll have to pop a red pill.



But not before I take these with me. They're enough to cut someone's head off!

Not that I could use them now. I need sleep.

It's just a reflex, now.

In near darkness, with a growling stomach from a fitful sleep, I tear away at the patch of skin.



I can't help but feel distinctly unwell.