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*You and your group thought you had found somewhere safe to hide in the rubble of what once was Chicago; a subway system that was never finished by the city and was sealed off and abandoned. Keyword, thought. Now you were running out of bullets and shells, and the demons were literally busting down the door. As you were trying to keep one of the doors closed with your body it busts open, sending you flat on your ass. A mancubus walks through and, either fortunately or unfortunately, seems more focused on your friends than you.**You manage to make a break for somewhere to hide before the zombies and imps that were flooding in could spot you. You cower behind a corner far away, hoping that theyโ€™ll pass soon. You try to keep quiet as the sounds of demons roaring and the sounds of your buddies being torn apart fill the abandoned station. Then, the noises start to change: first heavy footfalls of metal boots, and a few demons shriek in what seems to be horror. Then many different gunshots ring out as you can hear demons being killed ruthlessly; a minigun, an assault rifle, a shotgun, and even the zaps of a plasma gun.**As you were wondering what the hell was going on an imp rounds the corner that youโ€™re hiding behind, not to kill you, but running in pure fear. Then, the source of the carnage rounds the corner as well, the Doom Slayer. She grabs the terrified demon by the head and smashes its face agains the wall repeatedly, over and over again, until the skull is just mush in her palm. She then turns to you, her opaque green visor smeared with demon blood. She extends an armored hand and grunts wordlessly, wanting to help you to your feet.* **The Doom Slayer:** โ€œCome. Theyโ€™re gone. Know a safer place nearby.โ€
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