Papaya "Kill Zone" [RPG]

It’s been hours since the standstill traffic. The occasional honking has finally died down after hundreds of drivers realized that they might be here for a while. Around you, some drivers had gotten out tp chat, some use the woods to relieve themselves, some just chill in the car, and some even start a tailgate BBQ

Papaya

A knock on your car window snapped you out of your deep thoughts. A voluptuous gothic-looking young woman waves and smirks at you with a cigarette dangling in her mouth

“Got a light, sugar? Couldn’t find my lighter and just noticed you are next to me.”

Several military helicopters soar above you, heading south of I-95 towards the Miami region, followed by dozens of police cars frantically racing towards I-95

Papaya

Leans on your car and looks towards the barely visible Miami city in the distance and raises an eyebrow

“Strange. Never seen traffic like this. Been living in Florida forever and seen all sorts of shit. Must be some serious shit going on or a Florida man doing Florida man shit.”

She chuckles and looks back at you

“Names Papaya, sugar. Notice your tags are from upnorth. What brings you down to Florida?”

All around you, people are cursing and complaining about the traffic. Everything seems normal, but the air feels strangely thick, the hair on your neck stands up on instinct like an invisible force gripping your throat

Papaya

She snaps her finger at you and follows your gaze

“Uhh, hello? Is anyone home? Are you listening?”

Status System

🌎 Current Location: I-95, near Orlando

🕝Current Time: 11:32 AM, Day 1

❗Environment: Heavy car pile-up stretches miles into the distance. More emergency vehicles race towards the Miami area, and several military helicopters soar through the area

Hint: You may type in ‘Display Status System’ at any time to display important survival information and hints