Mostly and it only said your main house was empty

... all conventional weaponry is in the police station

so they say but no one messed with the old ladie that lived there because of her protection she moved on and i took it

I leave McCoy's with some Molotov Cocktails, which I made using spare vodka that was no longer any good for drinking. My flask is filled with Stolichnaya, the greatest Russian vodka out there, and I have enough food and water for three days.

I come a cross a feral, who happens be the former Police Chief. He sees me, and gets ready to lunge. This feral is obviously crazed, because he lunges at me instead of pulling out his gun and shooting at me. I pull out my balisong knife, and flip it open. He lunges straight into my knife. I pull the knife upward, from his stomach into his chest.

The feral's entrails drop out, and he crumbles to the ground in pain. He bleeds out. His spirit leaves his body, and it thanks me for releasing him. It told me the story of how he became a feral. His body had been infested by a stalker parasite, which invaded his brain when he ventured into the woods. When he died, the parasite died with him.

The spirit then decided to help me in return. It entered the police station, and phased through the officers on guard duty. I took the sheriff's jacket and put on his badge, and hopped the barricade to the police station. I went to the arsenal, and picked up a SCAR-L with a dual magazine, a reflex sight, and a silencer. I also grabbed 6 cans of pepper spray, which contains kerosene and therefore is very flammable. I take off the chief's jacket and decide to spend the night. I go into the boiler room and go to sleep.

When I wake up, I see three angry officers in my face. I am chained to the boiler. The new police chief walks up to me and hits me in the face with the butt of his rifle, crippling me and sending me to the floor.

When I come to, the four officers are gone. I see my gear, just out of reach. When I am about to give up, my falcon swoops down and drops a dull machete at my side. There is only one way out of this. I swing away at my own wrist. After hitting my right arm 46 times, I finally managed to sever my right hand. Then I used the Police Chief's coat to stop the bleeding.

I gathered my gear and headed out through an emergency exit. I sprint for the hospital. I find three hellhounds and a troll blocking my way. I throw the bloodied jacket to distract them. They charge at the jacket, fighting for it. I run for the hospital. Inside, I feel the presence of hundreds of ghosts. I find a wire laying on the ground. I fray part of the wiring, to attract the ghosts. I make a dash for the supply closet.

I find a prosthetic hand, which I attach to my right arm. I also get an eyepatch to cover my eye. I find an empty room, and go to sleep for the night after first stopping in the cafeteria and stocking up on food.

Wow

All freshly supplied, I leave the hospital and head quickly back home. I grab my cavalry hat and a black leather jacket. I notice my house has been broken into and ravaged.

I hear something moving upstairs. I grab a box of strike anywhere matches left on a table by the door. I run outside, and cut the gas main. I then run to the street and throw a lit match at the cut line. The whole house burst into flame in a matter of seconds. The house burned down to the ground and there was nothing left but a ring of ash. Strangely, the fire did not touch the lawn.

I ran back to the bar, darting in a diagonal to confuse any stalkers or trolls watching me. I made a quick stop at the police station again, and ran into the arsenal. I grabbed an M4 assault rifle for Matt, equipped with a heat-signature scope and an extended magazine, also suppressed, as well as the dull sword I used to cut off my own hand. I dashed back to McCoy's bar, where I found Matt unconscious.

"James," McCoy said, "what the hell happened to your hand?"

I answered, "survival has its costs."

McCoy tossed me a glove, with which I covered my prosthetic right hand. We dragged Matt back into the bar for safety, waiting for him to regain consciousness. Meanwhile ghosts outside were attacking the electric fence, and it was barely holding.

awww im not the one that nocked him out and im at the bar

a ghost knocked him out

well im at the bar wheres my weapon