Post by Rainbow Plague on Jun 23, 2012 0:42:31 GMT -5
*Cough* *Cough*
I feel something wet on my back, falling from the sky. Rain? Why is it raining in the desert? Why aren't I in the desert? Where are my...? What's happening? Who am I? Too many questions go through my head but I look around, the floor is moving, or I'm moving. I'm running, from what? An animal? A person? A... Drac?! What's happening? I was with the other scientist a second ago. I still have my lab coat on. I look around again. I'm in a forest, surrounded by pine trees. This is bloody ridiculous! Pine trees have been exint for three years, where am I? I don't look back, I hear howling, but I don't look back. Suddenly, everything around me turns white, and I freeze. I fall to the floor, vomiting blood everywhere. A couple of Dracs pick me up and put me in a chair. The room I'm in is pure white, with a jet-black projector on the ceiling. I stare at my hands. Crisp and dirty, covered in dry blood. A man in a suit asks me if I need water. "Yes, please,"I say. He brings me water, and I gulp it all down. "What was that? Where am I?" "Just hold on a second, it will come back to you," He says. He's right, I remember now. They were training me. Training me to become an exterminator, or something of the sort. "Why?" I ask," I'm not strong or tough at all, I'm paid to do management and think, not kill!" He says,"We hired you because you're smart. A lot smarter than anyone here, and killing isn't all about speed or strength. Sometimes it pays to stop and think for a fucking minute. Unlike any of these clowns!" I look around, some things come into focus more. I see some blinds covering a window. "If I'm so smart, why have you waited to tell me this long? Why not after a week or two? I've been here two flippin' years!" He says,"We've didn't tell you, because of your mom. Your mom ran into the desert to become one of those... those.. things. If I told you that you would do, you would have left. I needed this long to find a way to drug you, so you don't give a shit." Damn! He's right again. Those drugs are effective. I don't really care about it now. I think of a way to escape. The drugs are strong, but willpower is one my side. The window would be easy to get to, but I don't know which floor I'm on. The door is just behind the man in a suit. I could probably push him, but it might be locked. My only solution is to get a key, or make a shit excuse for some fresh air. "Sir, could I open the window? I need some air, if there;s any to be found in this city." He says,"Yes, just click the two locks and push up." I walk over to the window and click the clocks, then push up. I count three windows down, I guess that's out of the question. "Are you ready to start your next session?" He asks. Well, how am I getting out of this. The only people in the room are two Dracs and the man in a suit. I'm still kind of dizzy, and my focus isn't completely back. I decide to take my chances. I take down the first Drac fine, but the second jabs me in the stomach and shoots a tazer at me. My only option is a four story fall. I grab my stomach and sprint to the window, hoping to land on a window like in the cartoons. Instead I meet the cold embrace of a flag pole against my right leg, softening the fall but nearly breaking my leg. It takes me about thirty seconds to get up, and I steal a motorcycle from a man in a leather jacket. Not a good idea, because I can barely kick-start it and I feel the warm shock that's given away when a vehicle doesn't recognize your DNA. I scream out in pain, calling attention to myself and the stolen vehicle. I drive immediately to my apartment, trying to find a weapon. When I get inside, I grab the ray gun I keep hidden in a plant by the door and run into my room. I quickly grab some new clothes so I won't be mistaken for a scientist, something I'm not anymore. I run outside just in time to see a BL/ind truck drive by. I run back inside, remembering to very important things; car keys and a baseball bat. I run back out, leaving the door open on my way out. I hop in my yellow Trans-Am and fumble with the keys, I look down the street to see the truck flip a u-turn and come back towards me. I grab the keys form the floor and jab them into the socket, crunching the gear to 2. I hit the gas and leave tire marks in my driveway, aware of the increasingly faster truck behind me. I find myself into an 80's style cop chase, but I'm the bad guy, or I'm the good guy. Maybe I'm just a stupid son of a bitch who doesn't care anymore. When I reach an exit to the desert I take a moment to politely stop at the toll booth. The attendant says,"Why are you leaving the city?" "I'm taking some samples of the dirt in Zone 2," I say, and flash him my BL/ind name tag and license, as well as a rather awkward hit in the face with a baseball bat. I hit the big red button inside of his booth, raising the black and yellow stick blocking my path. I decide to get as far away from the city as possible. I speed to Zone 6, stopping a Zone 4 for gas. I see a broken down gas station, hoping this godforsaken building hadn't been sucked dry. To my content, I was able to squeese three gallons of gas out, and decided to stop here to make it a shelter. Since no one seems to be there, I drive the car around back and crash it into the wall, making a make-shift garage. I run back around front and open the door. In the back there's a little bit of food and water left, and a bed. I decide I'll make this place home. I lock up the doors and straighten the place up a little. It's a little small, but I think it's perfect. I smile, and look around. Then hear a knock at the door. I turn to face the newcomer, and in return meet a terrifying expression of torment and hate. A Drac mask. He kicks open the door and I pull out my gun, just in time to meet his laser with my own. The pain from the laser is enough to bring me to my senses, I was running of pure adrenaline until now, the pain in my leg is unbearable, and the laser just rubs it in. I'm fucked.
(Part two coming soon)
I feel something wet on my back, falling from the sky. Rain? Why is it raining in the desert? Why aren't I in the desert? Where are my...? What's happening? Who am I? Too many questions go through my head but I look around, the floor is moving, or I'm moving. I'm running, from what? An animal? A person? A... Drac?! What's happening? I was with the other scientist a second ago. I still have my lab coat on. I look around again. I'm in a forest, surrounded by pine trees. This is bloody ridiculous! Pine trees have been exint for three years, where am I? I don't look back, I hear howling, but I don't look back. Suddenly, everything around me turns white, and I freeze. I fall to the floor, vomiting blood everywhere. A couple of Dracs pick me up and put me in a chair. The room I'm in is pure white, with a jet-black projector on the ceiling. I stare at my hands. Crisp and dirty, covered in dry blood. A man in a suit asks me if I need water. "Yes, please,"I say. He brings me water, and I gulp it all down. "What was that? Where am I?" "Just hold on a second, it will come back to you," He says. He's right, I remember now. They were training me. Training me to become an exterminator, or something of the sort. "Why?" I ask," I'm not strong or tough at all, I'm paid to do management and think, not kill!" He says,"We hired you because you're smart. A lot smarter than anyone here, and killing isn't all about speed or strength. Sometimes it pays to stop and think for a fucking minute. Unlike any of these clowns!" I look around, some things come into focus more. I see some blinds covering a window. "If I'm so smart, why have you waited to tell me this long? Why not after a week or two? I've been here two flippin' years!" He says,"We've didn't tell you, because of your mom. Your mom ran into the desert to become one of those... those.. things. If I told you that you would do, you would have left. I needed this long to find a way to drug you, so you don't give a shit." Damn! He's right again. Those drugs are effective. I don't really care about it now. I think of a way to escape. The drugs are strong, but willpower is one my side. The window would be easy to get to, but I don't know which floor I'm on. The door is just behind the man in a suit. I could probably push him, but it might be locked. My only solution is to get a key, or make a shit excuse for some fresh air. "Sir, could I open the window? I need some air, if there;s any to be found in this city." He says,"Yes, just click the two locks and push up." I walk over to the window and click the clocks, then push up. I count three windows down, I guess that's out of the question. "Are you ready to start your next session?" He asks. Well, how am I getting out of this. The only people in the room are two Dracs and the man in a suit. I'm still kind of dizzy, and my focus isn't completely back. I decide to take my chances. I take down the first Drac fine, but the second jabs me in the stomach and shoots a tazer at me. My only option is a four story fall. I grab my stomach and sprint to the window, hoping to land on a window like in the cartoons. Instead I meet the cold embrace of a flag pole against my right leg, softening the fall but nearly breaking my leg. It takes me about thirty seconds to get up, and I steal a motorcycle from a man in a leather jacket. Not a good idea, because I can barely kick-start it and I feel the warm shock that's given away when a vehicle doesn't recognize your DNA. I scream out in pain, calling attention to myself and the stolen vehicle. I drive immediately to my apartment, trying to find a weapon. When I get inside, I grab the ray gun I keep hidden in a plant by the door and run into my room. I quickly grab some new clothes so I won't be mistaken for a scientist, something I'm not anymore. I run outside just in time to see a BL/ind truck drive by. I run back inside, remembering to very important things; car keys and a baseball bat. I run back out, leaving the door open on my way out. I hop in my yellow Trans-Am and fumble with the keys, I look down the street to see the truck flip a u-turn and come back towards me. I grab the keys form the floor and jab them into the socket, crunching the gear to 2. I hit the gas and leave tire marks in my driveway, aware of the increasingly faster truck behind me. I find myself into an 80's style cop chase, but I'm the bad guy, or I'm the good guy. Maybe I'm just a stupid son of a bitch who doesn't care anymore. When I reach an exit to the desert I take a moment to politely stop at the toll booth. The attendant says,"Why are you leaving the city?" "I'm taking some samples of the dirt in Zone 2," I say, and flash him my BL/ind name tag and license, as well as a rather awkward hit in the face with a baseball bat. I hit the big red button inside of his booth, raising the black and yellow stick blocking my path. I decide to get as far away from the city as possible. I speed to Zone 6, stopping a Zone 4 for gas. I see a broken down gas station, hoping this godforsaken building hadn't been sucked dry. To my content, I was able to squeese three gallons of gas out, and decided to stop here to make it a shelter. Since no one seems to be there, I drive the car around back and crash it into the wall, making a make-shift garage. I run back around front and open the door. In the back there's a little bit of food and water left, and a bed. I decide I'll make this place home. I lock up the doors and straighten the place up a little. It's a little small, but I think it's perfect. I smile, and look around. Then hear a knock at the door. I turn to face the newcomer, and in return meet a terrifying expression of torment and hate. A Drac mask. He kicks open the door and I pull out my gun, just in time to meet his laser with my own. The pain from the laser is enough to bring me to my senses, I was running of pure adrenaline until now, the pain in my leg is unbearable, and the laser just rubs it in. I'm fucked.
(Part two coming soon)
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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