A Trip To Cracker Barrel
You toss yourself over to the steering wheel, and try to lift the mutilated pilot's corpse from the pit. The captain meets you there, and grabs hold of the body and tosses it overboard.
"WHAT IN THE GOD FORSAKEN HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING PRIVATE! WE ALL HAVE OUR FUCKING DUTIES AND IF YOU STEP OUT OF LINE YOU WILL END UP DEAD INSIDE THE PILOT'S COCKPIT LIKE THIS MAGGOT HERE! GET YOUR SORRY FUCKING ASS BACK IN LINE OR ELSE ILL MAKE SURE YOU DIE NEXT!!!"
The captain tosses you back towards the stern, and you lock eyes with Juni as bullets patter the tilted ship. It's the look not even a scared animal could make. The look of begging for help even though you know its already over. A helplessness so powerful a momentary glance silences the air, the pace of time moves turns sluggish as if to draw out the feeling of wanting nothing more than to go home. A fear so strong it sends you over the the side of the ship as the cold morning waters fill your lungs. You want nothing more than to breathe but even that privellage has been stripped in totality. Its too dark to see now, and the shade is more choking than the rush of salt inside you.
You cough up water and in an instant warped back into the ship looking back at Juni, but instead of seeing your friend their is only the faint spray of crimson on the ship's hull already being washed away by the ocean.
"WHAT IN THE GOD FORSAKEN HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING PRIVATE! WE ALL HAVE OUR FUCKING DUTIES AND IF YOU STEP OUT OF LINE YOU WILL END UP DEAD INSIDE THE PILOT'S COCKPIT LIKE THIS MAGGOT HERE! GET YOUR SORRY FUCKING ASS BACK IN LINE OR ELSE ILL MAKE SURE YOU DIE NEXT!!!"
The captain tosses you back towards the stern, and you lock eyes with Juni as bullets patter the tilted ship. It's the look not even a scared animal could make. The look of begging for help even though you know its already over. A helplessness so powerful a momentary glance silences the air, the pace of time moves turns sluggish as if to draw out the feeling of wanting nothing more than to go home. A fear so strong it sends you over the the side of the ship as the cold morning waters fill your lungs. You want nothing more than to breathe but even that privellage has been stripped in totality. Its too dark to see now, and the shade is more choking than the rush of salt inside you.
You cough up water and in an instant warped back into the ship looking back at Juni, but instead of seeing your friend their is only the faint spray of crimson on the ship's hull already being washed away by the ocean.