Were Carl maybe five or six years younger he might’ve heard the metal tendril slashing out at him. He saw movement and cocked his head, before it smacked him across the bottom of his jaw, sending him reeling to the floor.
He may not have heard the creatures, but he heard the screams, Chevy’s and Reinette’s.
Of course that worm weren’t a fucking worm. “Motherfu-“ Carl pulled the pistol out of his coat as he crawled backwards and fired.
One shot, two shots, three shots. He didn’t know how much damage he did but he knew he hit the fuckin’ thing. He rolled over and pulled himself to his feet. He couldn’t find Reinette anywhere, he hoped she’d ran away. Carl turned and found Chevy being battered by one of the snakes, worms, tremors whatever the fuck they were.
Carl sprinted forward and grabbed Chevy by the collar to pull him out of harms way. “Hang on man, I gotcha!” He began to swing his free arm horizontally above Chevy as he pulled him back, fighting to pistol whip any of the tentacles away.
When he felt like Chevy was out of the way from friendly fire, Carl extended his arm over him and fired two more shots at the things.
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Chevy heard the shots. Carl was firing at those things that were trying to wrap him up and whip him to death. Every whip that went against him stung like a bitch. He felt a tug at his collar with fingers clamping on the neck guard of the body armor. Carl was saving Chevy's ass, since the latter didn't even have a weapon to defend himself with. Chevy was pulled away from a swarm of worms that were trying to entangle him, giving him more room for thought.
The first word he managed to get out of his mouth finally?
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS?!" Chevy yelled at Carl, as he was firing at the worms. Chevy needed a weapon badly, but the bullets that Carl were firing might send back the worms. Or whatever they were, since they were more like sentient chains.
The first word he managed to get out of his mouth finally?
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS?!" Chevy yelled at Carl, as he was firing at the worms. Chevy needed a weapon badly, but the bullets that Carl were firing might send back the worms. Or whatever they were, since they were more like sentient chains.
It's so hard when your on your own
You might fall into the Forbidden Zone
You might fall into the Forbidden Zone
The tendrils had an odd amount of give. When met with bullets they splattered, but without the meatiness of anything approximating flesh. The sound was something like plastic taking a punch, heavy, sterile.
Silvery mass flew every which way when the shots hit- high velocity, big punch for a pistol of that size, so Carl took out chunks of the thing. One bullet casing clattered to the ground, then dozens more casing like things hitting the walls as they went inert.
Dozens out of hundreds of thousands. Hundreds of thousands visible out of numbers unseen. Unneeded.
The tendrils menaced, hovering. They seemed to have suddenly adopted something approximating a defensive posture, spilling from their respective anchor points in floor and wall, pointed like polished swords at their targets but not making another swipe.
Silvery mass flew every which way when the shots hit- high velocity, big punch for a pistol of that size, so Carl took out chunks of the thing. One bullet casing clattered to the ground, then dozens more casing like things hitting the walls as they went inert.
Dozens out of hundreds of thousands. Hundreds of thousands visible out of numbers unseen. Unneeded.
The tendrils menaced, hovering. They seemed to have suddenly adopted something approximating a defensive posture, spilling from their respective anchor points in floor and wall, pointed like polished swords at their targets but not making another swipe.
"I DON'T KNOW DUDE, BUT THEY'RE WEIRD AND PISSED OFF!"
Carl hasn't screamed like that since PI. His voice was hoarse, every word shouted from his diaphragm. It wasn't an act of anger or aggression, but an act of necessity. In the fog of war, you needed to scream loud, over the bullets, over the panic. You needed clarity.
Even then, there was still that fog. Gun smoke, screaming, moving. This was a lot earlier than he'd expected. Maybe they were getting targeted? Didn't matter, Carl had a mission- get as many people out as possible. That was his objective, and right now the only thing standing between him and that objective were these fucking 'aliens'. 'Bugs'. Whatever they were. We'll go with bugs for simplicity's sake. Starship Troopers was a good movie.
Evidentially, they didn't like being shot. They were slowing in their assault; they weren't focused on Chevy anymore. That was good. Meant they could regroup and-
Carl pulled Chevy to relative safety compared to earlier and stepped past him. Bugs had to get through him to get to Chevy. They weren't gonna get past him.
"Hey Chev, grab the gear and get ready to run! We're making a break for it before we get swarmed!" Carl's eyes glanced at the doorway where Reinette used to be. She probably ran, the creatures were focused on them. He hoped that she was ok, and that they could catch up to her.
"I'LL COVER YOU!" Gunny Kowalski shouted, as he lit up the nearest tentacle, released the empty mag, and reloaded in a fresh mag not a second later, like he's done before so many times. He wished he had his 240 right about now.
"COME ON MOTHERFUCKERS!" He fired another controlled pair at the swarm, backpedaling and stomping at the little ones at his feet closing in.
Carl hasn't screamed like that since PI. His voice was hoarse, every word shouted from his diaphragm. It wasn't an act of anger or aggression, but an act of necessity. In the fog of war, you needed to scream loud, over the bullets, over the panic. You needed clarity.
Even then, there was still that fog. Gun smoke, screaming, moving. This was a lot earlier than he'd expected. Maybe they were getting targeted? Didn't matter, Carl had a mission- get as many people out as possible. That was his objective, and right now the only thing standing between him and that objective were these fucking 'aliens'. 'Bugs'. Whatever they were. We'll go with bugs for simplicity's sake. Starship Troopers was a good movie.
Evidentially, they didn't like being shot. They were slowing in their assault; they weren't focused on Chevy anymore. That was good. Meant they could regroup and-
Carl pulled Chevy to relative safety compared to earlier and stepped past him. Bugs had to get through him to get to Chevy. They weren't gonna get past him.
"Hey Chev, grab the gear and get ready to run! We're making a break for it before we get swarmed!" Carl's eyes glanced at the doorway where Reinette used to be. She probably ran, the creatures were focused on them. He hoped that she was ok, and that they could catch up to her.
"I'LL COVER YOU!" Gunny Kowalski shouted, as he lit up the nearest tentacle, released the empty mag, and reloaded in a fresh mag not a second later, like he's done before so many times. He wished he had his 240 right about now.
"COME ON MOTHERFUCKERS!" He fired another controlled pair at the swarm, backpedaling and stomping at the little ones at his feet closing in.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
Weird and pissed off were good terms to describe the things that were attacking him and Carl. Carl was the real trooper here, though. This guy had more balls than Chevy, but it could've been due to the fact that Carl had the gun in his hands. Chevy was being defended by the man, until he shouted at Chevy to grab the gear and get ready to book it. Chevy thought it would be cool to jump through the window, but he wanted to get out without having a glass shard getting due in his face. He already got himself whipped by these chain-like worms, he needed to book.
Chevy immediately ran to grab his duffel bag, putting the straps around his left shoulder, then he went to grab at Carl's. Same weight, so he slung it over his other shoulder. He went to grab Reinette's bag, but it was heavy. Chevy was trying to think, but he realized that the two men were getting cornered hard.
"I'm going to book it! I'll keep the door open, until you get yourself out!" Chevy yelled back at Carl, who was trying to unload lead into the worms.
"Ok... One... Two.... SCREW IT, THREE!" Chevy saw the opportunity with the large gap between the door and the swarm of worms. He immediately booked it to the open door, making sure it didn't close on Carl's ass. "COME ON!" Chevy yelled at Carl, making sure that he was out of the office, so that Chevy can trap the worms inside of the office by slamming the door.
Chevy immediately ran to grab his duffel bag, putting the straps around his left shoulder, then he went to grab at Carl's. Same weight, so he slung it over his other shoulder. He went to grab Reinette's bag, but it was heavy. Chevy was trying to think, but he realized that the two men were getting cornered hard.
"I'm going to book it! I'll keep the door open, until you get yourself out!" Chevy yelled back at Carl, who was trying to unload lead into the worms.
"Ok... One... Two.... SCREW IT, THREE!" Chevy saw the opportunity with the large gap between the door and the swarm of worms. He immediately booked it to the open door, making sure it didn't close on Carl's ass. "COME ON!" Chevy yelled at Carl, making sure that he was out of the office, so that Chevy can trap the worms inside of the office by slamming the door.
It's so hard when your on your own
You might fall into the Forbidden Zone
You might fall into the Forbidden Zone
Kowalski barreled through the doorway, tendrils smacking and slashing at him on the way out. Chevy screamed at Kowalski to join him, and he definitely didn't need to tell him twice!
"CLOSE IT! CLOOOOSE IIIIIT!"
Once the gunny was through the portal, he turned around and helped Chevy slam it shut, pistol whipping the scant few tendrils poking through the top of the doorway. Backing away, Carl stuck out his free arm, putting it between Chevy and the door as he kept his pistol pointed at the door. Carl's ears were ringing and he tasted blood. He thought he worked up a good sweat in there, but unknown to him the things left a good gash right down the left side of his scalp, just in front of his ear. He'll definitely feel that in the morning if he lasts that long.
Still, they won. Things tried to kill them, but it didn't work out how they wanted it. They lived. They'll keep on living. Carl laughed.
"Whoo... That'll get your blood pumping!" He turned to Chevy to make sure he was okay.
"Let's go catch up to Reinette and get the fuck out of here; I doubt she ran that far."
"CLOSE IT! CLOOOOSE IIIIIT!"
Once the gunny was through the portal, he turned around and helped Chevy slam it shut, pistol whipping the scant few tendrils poking through the top of the doorway. Backing away, Carl stuck out his free arm, putting it between Chevy and the door as he kept his pistol pointed at the door. Carl's ears were ringing and he tasted blood. He thought he worked up a good sweat in there, but unknown to him the things left a good gash right down the left side of his scalp, just in front of his ear. He'll definitely feel that in the morning if he lasts that long.
Still, they won. Things tried to kill them, but it didn't work out how they wanted it. They lived. They'll keep on living. Carl laughed.
"Whoo... That'll get your blood pumping!" He turned to Chevy to make sure he was okay.
"Let's go catch up to Reinette and get the fuck out of here; I doubt she ran that far."
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
Chevy slammed the door, the moment that Carl got through. The yells to close it were added to Carl helping Chevy get the door closed. Those worms were trapped in the office, but a few tendrils escaped from the top of the doorway to be let out. Chevy saw Carl not hesitating in using the gun against them, before they retreated back inside. After the door was closed, Chevy backed away, being out of breath from the stress of it all. "...I was not aware...of worms.." Chevy mentioned to Carl.
Chevy had assumed that the main threat would be a mutated polar bear, but those things that had just attacked the trio was nothing like what Chevy had seen in his life. Still, there was cheers for celebration for their victory in being alive. "Hell yeah!" Chevy couldn't help but smile. There were whip-like bruises on some parts of his face. That didn't stop him from being glad.
Until, a name was mentioned. Reinette. Did she run far? Chevy still get the bags around his shoulders. "She's going to be bummed that I left her bag with the cheese inside. Speaking of which, where is she?" Chevy noticed something odd. It was completely cold outside, but there were a lack of footprints in the snow that were leading away from the office.
"Carl? Where did Reinette go?" Chevy asked him. Chevy glanced briefly down at the ground, before he noticed something odd. There were marks on the ground. Chevy couldn't tell what they were? Looks like something that was dragged from Chevy's observation. The marks were leading around the office itself.
"Reinette!" Chevy called out for Reinette's name again. That paranoid feeling was now back.
Chevy had assumed that the main threat would be a mutated polar bear, but those things that had just attacked the trio was nothing like what Chevy had seen in his life. Still, there was cheers for celebration for their victory in being alive. "Hell yeah!" Chevy couldn't help but smile. There were whip-like bruises on some parts of his face. That didn't stop him from being glad.
Until, a name was mentioned. Reinette. Did she run far? Chevy still get the bags around his shoulders. "She's going to be bummed that I left her bag with the cheese inside. Speaking of which, where is she?" Chevy noticed something odd. It was completely cold outside, but there were a lack of footprints in the snow that were leading away from the office.
"Carl? Where did Reinette go?" Chevy asked him. Chevy glanced briefly down at the ground, before he noticed something odd. There were marks on the ground. Chevy couldn't tell what they were? Looks like something that was dragged from Chevy's observation. The marks were leading around the office itself.
"Reinette!" Chevy called out for Reinette's name again. That paranoid feeling was now back.
It's so hard when your on your own
You might fall into the Forbidden Zone
You might fall into the Forbidden Zone
“She was at the doorway when the things-“
Carl looked at what Chevy saw. Marks that lead…
“Shit! I think she needs our help!”
Nah, you think?
“Stay close, those things could be anywhere…”
Carl kept his gun drawn on the trail of marks and began to follow it. He pulled his flashlight out of his coat pocket and clicked it on, holding it out just underneath his pistol.
Carl looked at what Chevy saw. Marks that lead…
“Shit! I think she needs our help!”
Nah, you think?
“Stay close, those things could be anywhere…”
Carl kept his gun drawn on the trail of marks and began to follow it. He pulled his flashlight out of his coat pocket and clicked it on, holding it out just underneath his pistol.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
The beam of light revealed Reinette with blood at the edge of her mouth, a pile of vomit on her chest, and her hands grasping at her head. She looked sick, her eyes were closed, but if they were open, they would be unable to focus on anything else except the tormenting pain building up inside of her.
P004, Reinette Rennes, started to look up. Slowly, eyes unfocused.
"..."
What might have been a word bubbled out, fell in a clean line of thin bile slashing over the M on her shirt.
She felt fine.
P004, Reinette Rennes, started to look up. Slowly, eyes unfocused.
"..."
What might have been a word bubbled out, fell in a clean line of thin bile slashing over the M on her shirt.
She felt fine.
“…What the fuck…”
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
"Reinette?"
"..."
"Are you okay?"
Chevy Gallagher was going to be completely wrong.
"..."
"Are you okay?"
Chevy Gallagher was going to be completely wrong.
It's so hard when your on your own
You might fall into the Forbidden Zone
You might fall into the Forbidden Zone
A word occurred to her.
"Monster."
It came out wrong. Mon-ster. Human speech, outside of contextual situations such as humor, typically follows phonetics as known to them since their infancy. Mon-ster. With emphasis in mind, a longer syllable and a shorter syllable, in order. Subtle but easy to notice when it was wrong.
She said it like binary code, no changes between the syllables in intonation, or pitch, or weight.
She said it with mouth barely open, as if she knew what she wanted to say but not physically how to say it.
She said it staring at them without a hint of emotion in her eyes, despite the blood steadily spilling from her lazy, increasingly sagging lower lip.
"Monster."
It came out wrong. Mon-ster. Human speech, outside of contextual situations such as humor, typically follows phonetics as known to them since their infancy. Mon-ster. With emphasis in mind, a longer syllable and a shorter syllable, in order. Subtle but easy to notice when it was wrong.
She said it like binary code, no changes between the syllables in intonation, or pitch, or weight.
She said it with mouth barely open, as if she knew what she wanted to say but not physically how to say it.
She said it staring at them without a hint of emotion in her eyes, despite the blood steadily spilling from her lazy, increasingly sagging lower lip.
...
"Reinette?"
It looked like her. Carl still kept his gun aimed at 'her' anyways.
Carl took a step back. Something was very, very wrong with her. Once she... Once *it* spoke, Carl released a shaky gasp, his eyes twitched. Carl had seen many dead bodies over the course of his career. Most were enemy combatants; some were friends. He had it burned in his brain what a corpse looked like. Until now, he had never seen one of them speak.
"Chev, get back..."
"...I don't think that's Reinette anymore."
"Reinette?"
It looked like her. Carl still kept his gun aimed at 'her' anyways.
Carl took a step back. Something was very, very wrong with her. Once she... Once *it* spoke, Carl released a shaky gasp, his eyes twitched. Carl had seen many dead bodies over the course of his career. Most were enemy combatants; some were friends. He had it burned in his brain what a corpse looked like. Until now, he had never seen one of them speak.
"Chev, get back..."
"...I don't think that's Reinette anymore."
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.