Nothing made sense.

Literally [i]nothing[/i] made sense.

But they were still stupid for thinking the tiger was Maddie Wilson.

He hated waiting. Shoot first, ask questions later; that's the code he lived by. Waiting forced him to think first. To think about how none of this made sense. To recall images of the lady fading into the vines. To listen out for the sounds of a hungry tiger growling behind the door. To reconsider risking his life to save some jerk girl who spilled a strawberry shake on his shoes.

"How long is that jerk gonna—yikes!" He had not expected the cook to come back with a flaming torch. The jerk employee's plan was just long-winded enough to allow mister Reis some more thoughts about the sanity of four people charging into a restroom with a table-shield, a torch, and a fire extinguisher to rescue a woman from murder vines and a tiger.

[i]Stop thinking! Focus on—[/i] He suddenly ducked behind the table-shield. It seemed the girl's fake gun wasn't so fake after all. He peeked above the shield, fighting his instinct to immediately tackle the presumed psycho.

[i]Nothing makes sense, so just stick to this awful ill-conceived plan.[/i]

Only one thing was certain: If he made it out of here, he'd be getting completely wasted. And he'd also be getting a gun.

The door opened. He let out a glorious battle cry and rushed forward. He was frightened, confused, and exhilarated all at once. He'd not felt this intense since playing the Omaha Beach mission on Medal of Honor. The most heroic parts of the game's theme music played in his head as he made his charge.

"Get out now, and don't touch the vines!"

He positioned the table and himself in front of the tiger and snarled and yelled at it. He remembered hearing that's what you should do when you see a mountain lion, so perhaps it wasn't as stupid as it might appear. He really hoped so, anyway.