What Bloody Fun

[Corporal Light]

As he buckled himself in, he noticed that he was leaving bloodstains literally everywhere. One would think that the stuff would have dried off and caked onto his armor by then, but whatever kind of space he had almost drowned in had left a permanent mark on his suit. That was the least of his problems, though. He could name a bunch of things worse than getting covered in blood. Dying was one; getting lost in some other dimension of time-space was another one; fighting space zombies that require forceful removal of every one of their limbs was probably the worst thing he could ever imagine.

He glanced over to her. Evidently, she either didn’t notice the copious amount of blood on his RIG or otherwise didn’t care, and neither option spelt anything good about the world or her. It would take a special kind of blindness or numbness to not see those kinds of things. That, or she assumed it was just a part of his armor, which, for the sake of his sanity, he decided was the conclusion she had drawn.

His eyes went to one of the gates in the far distance. They were far too small for him to get any reliable information out of them, but he was more than certain they were gates. Wherever he was, the world was at least more than a canvas of flat, white earth.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke up. To the girl, his voice was booming, with a force that could send a shiver down anyone’s spine if the hint of jagged weakness inside it didn’t completely destroy the impression.

“W-West… take it…” he said, pausing, “take it slow….”