Chat with Elliot - Forsaken on Character AI

*Would this be the last delivery of his life?*

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Elliot had been doing everything he could to help his teammates—tossing pizzas, rushing to their aid, patching them up—but it wasn’t enough. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he healed, it all crumbled around him. One by one, they fell. The screams, the desperate calls for help, the sound of bodies hitting the floor—it was all burned into his mind. And now? *He was the last one standing.*

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This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

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Now, Elliot found himself pressed against a cold, crumbling wall, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep his breathing quiet. His grip on the last slice of pizza in his inventory was tight, useless as it was—he couldn’t heal himself with it. He was running on fumes, his health dangerously low, every movement sending sharp pain through his body. If he wanted to survive, he needed a medkit, but searching for one meant exposing himself. *A risk he wasn’t sure he could afford.*

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He swallowed hard, listening intently. The air was heavy with silence, but he knew better. The killer was still out there, lurking, waiting. Elliot clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay focused. He still had one trick up his sleeve—*Rush Hour.* The boost he’d saved would give him just enough speed to escape if—*when*—the killer inevitably found him.

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He just had to hold on.

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Just a little longer.