06-30-2017, 02:27 PM
“Hey man,” I say as I look over my shoulder. “Weeeeee'reeee.... uh... Where the fuuuuuck are you?”
I barely register the burn of electricity scorching my carapace as my eye widens at the view behind me. Which is nothing. Well, not NOTHING. But nothing but empty streets and abandoned cars. Archer is no where to be seen. Where'd he fucking go? Peeps don't just disappear into thin air. My mind works furiously to figure out what could have happened. Did someone or something snatch him up? No... we would have seen or heard something. Maybe he just got lost. A concussion will do that to a fellow.
I look ahead to see Blueberry still skipping gaily away, not a care in the world. Ugh... As much as I appreciate the fact she's here and all... if I have to deal with her without my Secret Squirrel pal, I'll probably kill myself. Not bluffing, I will literally shove my tail through my other eye before I have to deal with THAT all alone. Hell, I don't even really want her helping me look for the guy. One, his bum leg means he couldn't have gotten too far, so we don't need a large search party. Two, she's more likely to get lost than HE is. And three, if it takes awhile to find the guy, it's better she go on ahead to the drop zone and grab the item for us.
My mind settled, I sneak on off while she blathers on about some Anal guy she met and how great he is. I knew it, of course. Had her pegged for a freaky bitch. I start retracing my steps, eye scanning the area for clues. And eventually I spot one. A tell-tale splotch of crimson blood on the street. Yup. That's him. Too fresh to be any other human who'd been here before us, and I don't bleed red. Pretty sure Blueberry ain't on the rag either, and since she's uninjured...
ANYWAY! I follow the trail into a nearby two-story. Not much to speak of, just a little quaint place huddled in the middle of some office buildings. Probably used to be a McYajirobe's or some shit; there's plenty of tables and chairs around and a counter towards the back. I disregard it all as I follow the blood to another door nestled off to the side. As I wonder where it could lead, I hear the sounds of struggle from the other side and instinct kicks in. So does the door when my foot meets it and the sound of a scream accompanies the gruesome sight before me. The stench of death washes over me and I fight the urge to vomit as I back away from what I've uncovered.
“Come on, dude,” Sterling says from atop the porcelain throne. “Can't a guy shit in peace?”
I barely register the burn of electricity scorching my carapace as my eye widens at the view behind me. Which is nothing. Well, not NOTHING. But nothing but empty streets and abandoned cars. Archer is no where to be seen. Where'd he fucking go? Peeps don't just disappear into thin air. My mind works furiously to figure out what could have happened. Did someone or something snatch him up? No... we would have seen or heard something. Maybe he just got lost. A concussion will do that to a fellow.
I look ahead to see Blueberry still skipping gaily away, not a care in the world. Ugh... As much as I appreciate the fact she's here and all... if I have to deal with her without my Secret Squirrel pal, I'll probably kill myself. Not bluffing, I will literally shove my tail through my other eye before I have to deal with THAT all alone. Hell, I don't even really want her helping me look for the guy. One, his bum leg means he couldn't have gotten too far, so we don't need a large search party. Two, she's more likely to get lost than HE is. And three, if it takes awhile to find the guy, it's better she go on ahead to the drop zone and grab the item for us.
My mind settled, I sneak on off while she blathers on about some Anal guy she met and how great he is. I knew it, of course. Had her pegged for a freaky bitch. I start retracing my steps, eye scanning the area for clues. And eventually I spot one. A tell-tale splotch of crimson blood on the street. Yup. That's him. Too fresh to be any other human who'd been here before us, and I don't bleed red. Pretty sure Blueberry ain't on the rag either, and since she's uninjured...
ANYWAY! I follow the trail into a nearby two-story. Not much to speak of, just a little quaint place huddled in the middle of some office buildings. Probably used to be a McYajirobe's or some shit; there's plenty of tables and chairs around and a counter towards the back. I disregard it all as I follow the blood to another door nestled off to the side. As I wonder where it could lead, I hear the sounds of struggle from the other side and instinct kicks in. So does the door when my foot meets it and the sound of a scream accompanies the gruesome sight before me. The stench of death washes over me and I fight the urge to vomit as I back away from what I've uncovered.
“Come on, dude,” Sterling says from atop the porcelain throne. “Can't a guy shit in peace?”
Quote:Moving from C17 to C8. Waiting for drop.
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