07-03-2017, 01:08 PM
The sixpack of blinking green dots continued to weave eastward, seemingly managing to outpace me despite me feverish sprint-hobbling. I should really do more cardio.
“Gotta keep bearing east,” I muttered aloud, leaping sloppily over the occasional boulder or downed tree. The one saving grace of having to divert course was that I was no long having to deal with the mountains and the impediments they brought. Barreling downhill toward the marshland was substantially less difficult than scaling Mt. Bullshit.
I fought back the urge to cry out as I sprinted on my fucked knee, using the Z-staff’s head as a sort of crutch to ease a bit of the pain. Unfortunately for me, the skinless warlord seemed to have kept the angles sharpened and my bare armpits were not thanking me for the lacerations I had self-inflicted. Then again, I couldn’t afford to stop.
“Cell, you’d better be beating feet. I don’t know how long I can stall these losers even if I reach them in time.” My blood alcohol content was high enough to lend me a bit more energy than I would normally have, if only because it assuaged a bit of my pain. “How far did you ge-” My mouth gaped as I looked down at my map. “Are you two following me?”
I stole a quick glance over my shoulder as I ran, the sparse land behind me revealing no sightings of an enormous cockroach lugging a blue alien. Unless he had decided to use those giant wings of his and take flight, they had surely gone underground. With no sight of that monstrosity hovering overhead, it was clear where they had gone. Cursing to myself, I sped up my pace.
“You insect son of a bitch, if you don’t get her to a safe place I’m sodomizing you with this stick.”
“Gotta keep bearing east,” I muttered aloud, leaping sloppily over the occasional boulder or downed tree. The one saving grace of having to divert course was that I was no long having to deal with the mountains and the impediments they brought. Barreling downhill toward the marshland was substantially less difficult than scaling Mt. Bullshit.
I fought back the urge to cry out as I sprinted on my fucked knee, using the Z-staff’s head as a sort of crutch to ease a bit of the pain. Unfortunately for me, the skinless warlord seemed to have kept the angles sharpened and my bare armpits were not thanking me for the lacerations I had self-inflicted. Then again, I couldn’t afford to stop.
“Cell, you’d better be beating feet. I don’t know how long I can stall these losers even if I reach them in time.” My blood alcohol content was high enough to lend me a bit more energy than I would normally have, if only because it assuaged a bit of my pain. “How far did you ge-” My mouth gaped as I looked down at my map. “Are you two following me?”
I stole a quick glance over my shoulder as I ran, the sparse land behind me revealing no sightings of an enormous cockroach lugging a blue alien. Unless he had decided to use those giant wings of his and take flight, they had surely gone underground. With no sight of that monstrosity hovering overhead, it was clear where they had gone. Cursing to myself, I sped up my pace.
“You insect son of a bitch, if you don’t get her to a safe place I’m sodomizing you with this stick.”
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