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Eigla leaves Klimt to do more searching, and returns to Rosa.


The voice grows louder. Rosa tried to distract herself by finding an old helmet and propping it up with stones to make a fire pit, but she can't stop her thoughts.
"Hungry. Devour. You're wasting away, starving. Fresh meat, straight off the bone... Still dripping, throbbing with Life..."

At that moment, Eigla returns, carrying a pan and some utensils. She grabs one of the crows, plucks the feathers out, and starts chewing on it. Rosa needs her food to be thoroughly ground, after all! But then... It tastes so... Fresh, and amazing... she wouldn't mind if you took just a bite for yourself, would she? Or two, or three...

"Meat. Fresh meat."

Rosa watches in surprise as Eigla begins messily devouring the crow, before grabbing another from Emilia's lap and stuffing it into her mouth, feathers and all, spraying blood all over her lap, then taking huge bites from a third, while reaching for a fourth...

"Our meat. She's stealing it from us. Traitor! Thief! Look at her, she's disgusting! Gorging herself while we starve... She does look delicious, though. Soft. Juicy. Muscle and sinew, fresh for the taking. Yes. A feast fit for a king. We deserve it. We gave her our jaw. We've been good. Generous. It's just a fair trade, yes? CONSUME."

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Suddenly coming back to her senses, Eigla spits out the crow she was chewing, crawling over to Rosa and offering the mushy paste to her. The gunner all but pounces at Eigla's hand, shoveling each and every piece of meat down her throat, then grabbing another bird and grinding it into a pulp against the edge of the helmet, messily drinking the resulting slurry.

Eigla grabs another crow to chew, managing to spit it after swallowing only half, and the process repeats itself, like a nightmare version of an eagle feeding its hatchlings.

A few minutes later, there is no meat left. Rosa licks the last few droplets of blood off her dress, while Eigla coughs up small feathers. Neither manages to look at the other. For a little while, they had both been horrifying, greedy monsters, and it stung. Humans wouldn't do something like that. Not even Emilia had done something like that, and she had the intellectual capacity of a small dog. Embarrassment reigned, until it was quickly replaced by worry.

You hadn't left anything for Klimt. By far, the most dangerous in close combat of you all.

Oh dear.

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"This is a stadium, right? They must have somewhere where food used to be stored. Freezers, or something."

Eigla leaves to look for food. Passing through the arena, she notices Red is nowhere to be seen, and nor are any zombies emerging from the tunnel anymore. She finds what seems to be the path to the stadium's lobby, and follows it.

A large, dilapidated room, that however seems to have been quite grand in the past. The main door to the outside is blocked with heavy steel plates, and rotting cots and hammocks fill every available surface. The ticket office seems to have been converted into a bunker of sorts, with the burnt remains of a machinegun nest taking up most of the space inside. Nothing alive, however, other than insects and mold.

There are a few corridors to the sides, this time thankfully with an old wall-mounted map to indicate which leads where.
<- Toilets
<- Managements
<- Players Only
-> Udg. Parking
-> VIP area
-> Utilities
-> Employees Only


Rosa pulls out her rifle, looking for crows. Despite the heavy downpour, she manages to spot a few hiding under the wrecked roof of a guard tower. Waiting for thunder to strike, so as to not frighten the other birds with the report of her gun, she takes a shot. Then another, then another.

Three dead birds, each shot straight through the eye. She couldn't help but feel a brief surge of pride over her marksmanship.

The corpses lie out there, in the middle of the storm. It's straight up dark outside, but someone has to go and bring them back.


Meanwhile, Klimt walks aimlessly among the parked cars. He feels... Strange. Confused, a bit hungry. Perhaps his friends could help him find something to eat? Yes, that seems like a good idea.
He starts walking back to where they left Rosa.

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Eigla heads over to the VIP area. It's... An elevator? The lounge itself must be on the top floor. Pressing the Call button doesn't seem to do anything, so she decides to look elsewhere.

The Employees Only door seems like a better bet. It leads into a series of corridors, many blocked off by rubble or improvised barricades. Storerooms, offices, workshops, most gutted, converted into improvised bunks, or lying in disarray.
After a while, she reaches a door bearing the sign "Kitchen". It seems to be closed with a large, army-grade metal padlock, however.


Rosa surveys the land. There is some rubble she might use as cover here and there, but she'd still be exposed most of the way through. It's do or die, she guesses.


Klimt wanders around, mind a bit fuzzy. Rosa was by the exit, wasn't she? Let's see... First he had to reach the main arena. Oh look, there it was. Now... Where was he to go, again? He felt hungry. So hungry. Cold, too. He scratched his bare torso to try and keep warm, then noticed the ugly, half-open scar on his stomach. It dripped a bit of blood onto the floor.

"Blood. The source of life. You're drying out. You need more."

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