[2-5] Exodus from the Nose Crash

[Karl Jak]

"Limp." Karl chuckled as Christa trudged off to go do some other murder-filled, self-righteous nonsense. "They always go limp. Flapping their gums like they're absolved from all their sins." Christa twitched, but before she could respond, the gun in her hand promptly turned to sludge. The woman rasped and dropped the steaming mass of steel to the sand before her focus returned to Karl.

The man lifted his hands and smiled. "You'll believe what you want to believe, Sweetie."