Post by Lt. Comm. Connor D'Andrei on Mar 4, 2006 1:36:08 GMT -5
He looked around the room once more, staying alert to keep his life and wits, though probably out of paranoia most of all.
Glancing at his companions, who sat blowing warm air into their gloved hands, he wondered how they had survived this long.
Surely, the nukes didn't work. This mission has been one big dud. We may never get out of this... the same, at least. he thought to himself, copying the others' idea of blowing his warm breath into his hands. This building had no electricity or heat, and in the winter months, even with a small (hopefully unnoticable) fire burning, it was cold enough to numb your appendages and digits.
"Do we want to stay any longer, or are you guys about ready to start back in again today?" Connor asked them aloud.
"Let's stay just a little longer, it's too windy out there today, and this fire has just a little longer to it before it's out. I'm cold as hell, man," Morgan admitted. It was obvious that he had begun to look up to Connor, as well as to open up to him, becoming more open than he had been before they got into this. He now often shared his views openly with Connor, which had been very different from their previous conversations and debates.
"Yeah, I'm not ready yet," Lenny agreed.
Four members of their original team of six remained with them, one of them passed out unconcious on a makeshift cot that they had prepared for him before the night set in. Though none of them wanted to admit it, John's brain had begun to swell in his skull, and without proper medical equipment, he was sure to die. The closest hospital was nearby, but harrish rebels had made sure to block their progress to the buildings nearby. They knew that one of them had been badly injured, and that they would have to slow to keep him with them. The inevitable, however, was that he would be left here to die quietly, or else taken by the hara, and who knew what would happen then.
Sighing, Connor thought back over it all again. He had watched one of his closest friends and companions take a bullet wound from a gun that should never have done as much damage as it had, only being a small hand pistol. The air had rippled out from the gun and the line of the bullet was like it had shot through water to hit him. It practically made a sonic boom, and the hole it made had shredded Roary's chest open like a small explosion, tearing and bursting as if from a large shell. The har that had done it had been furious in rage, and his eyes were wild like Hell.
Roary fell slowly, like in a dream.
Connor shuddered, watching it over again and trying to shake the cold from himself.
He wasn't even sure if his friend died, or was still alive in some gruesome mutant form. It ws a terrifying idea, but if it was true, it was worse than death. To survive such pain and physical torture just to become THAT....
"Alright. We'll wait a while. I don't have a very good feeling about today anyway," Connor admitted.
"Something makes this feel like not so special of a holiday. This year will most likely suck, I figure."
The brevity was unlike him, but they had been through a lot lately, and it went unnoticed.
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Glancing at his companions, who sat blowing warm air into their gloved hands, he wondered how they had survived this long.
Surely, the nukes didn't work. This mission has been one big dud. We may never get out of this... the same, at least. he thought to himself, copying the others' idea of blowing his warm breath into his hands. This building had no electricity or heat, and in the winter months, even with a small (hopefully unnoticable) fire burning, it was cold enough to numb your appendages and digits.
"Do we want to stay any longer, or are you guys about ready to start back in again today?" Connor asked them aloud.
"Let's stay just a little longer, it's too windy out there today, and this fire has just a little longer to it before it's out. I'm cold as hell, man," Morgan admitted. It was obvious that he had begun to look up to Connor, as well as to open up to him, becoming more open than he had been before they got into this. He now often shared his views openly with Connor, which had been very different from their previous conversations and debates.
"Yeah, I'm not ready yet," Lenny agreed.
Four members of their original team of six remained with them, one of them passed out unconcious on a makeshift cot that they had prepared for him before the night set in. Though none of them wanted to admit it, John's brain had begun to swell in his skull, and without proper medical equipment, he was sure to die. The closest hospital was nearby, but harrish rebels had made sure to block their progress to the buildings nearby. They knew that one of them had been badly injured, and that they would have to slow to keep him with them. The inevitable, however, was that he would be left here to die quietly, or else taken by the hara, and who knew what would happen then.
Sighing, Connor thought back over it all again. He had watched one of his closest friends and companions take a bullet wound from a gun that should never have done as much damage as it had, only being a small hand pistol. The air had rippled out from the gun and the line of the bullet was like it had shot through water to hit him. It practically made a sonic boom, and the hole it made had shredded Roary's chest open like a small explosion, tearing and bursting as if from a large shell. The har that had done it had been furious in rage, and his eyes were wild like Hell.
Roary fell slowly, like in a dream.
Connor shuddered, watching it over again and trying to shake the cold from himself.
He wasn't even sure if his friend died, or was still alive in some gruesome mutant form. It ws a terrifying idea, but if it was true, it was worse than death. To survive such pain and physical torture just to become THAT....
"Alright. We'll wait a while. I don't have a very good feeling about today anyway," Connor admitted.
"Something makes this feel like not so special of a holiday. This year will most likely suck, I figure."
The brevity was unlike him, but they had been through a lot lately, and it went unnoticed.
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