Costa's face throbbed, a pulsing fired searing him, making it difficult to focus. The thing had left him and Costa struggled to get up, to help Lih. He'd tried to roll over and push up and the pain in his left arm nearly made him pass out. Broken. Had to be. Damn! He tried to go the other way, heard more fire, and then something fell on him, the back of its head smacking him in the nose- which, of course, had already been ruined earlier. So there was that burst of agony to add to the list. And his head smacking the concrete so hard he saw stars.
All in all, a fucked up day.
And then there was Lih, pushing the thing off him, helping him up, He leaned on his partner, his head swimming.
They couldn’t stay put, not there. Even if it hadn’t been for the menace that slowly advanced toward them, the thing that bit Costa had left him sick and shaking, and eager to get out.
In the dark, he heard a faint noise, a discernible click, then thick, nauseating sounds outside.
He froze as he looked at the hatch door, gun raised, praying there weren’t more of the assailants, or worse. In the half light, Lih’s night-mode lens could see Costa’s own lips were pinched and white, fighting back a cry of his own.
There was a very human cry of pain from beyond their hiding place.
Realizing what was happening, Costa clamped his hand over Lih’s mouth. Blood pattered onto the tiled floor.
After a moment, Lih felt Costa take his hand away. There was no more sign of whoever made the noises.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he gasped.
“It’s fine,” Costa whispered.
“Your wounds…”
“It’s fine,” Costa repeated. His face had to hurt. The cannibal had bitten a large chunk out of his ear, and cheek. Now he smelled of blood, Lih stank of the sweat the tension had engulfed them in...
Lih put his hand up to the micro-bead jeweled plug in his ear.
He listened for a moment, then rose to his feet. “Something’s awry with our backups ..."
Costa, leaning on his partner, heard the fear in his voice. He steadied himself. He couldn't expect Lih to carry his lazy ass the whole way. This was quite literally a shit hole and Costa had no desire to die here. Lih had done a good enough job that he wasn't gonna bleed out right at this moment. He tried to go into his pocket and his busted arm protested. "Help me get my stim," he whispered. He needed the hit bad. The crash would hurt like a mother fucker when it came. But that's what they were for. Strength. Clarity. Pain relief.
The small tab dissolved on his tongue and he felt the agony lessen. It wasn't gonna go away completely, but it was enough. He could focus a bit more and felt his limbs tingling with chemical induced power. He wasn't running any marathons, but he could stand on his own, now.
The ear the thing had ripped away had contained his jewel so he wasn't plugged into dispatch. "What's going on?"
[[with lih]]
All in all, a fucked up day.
And then there was Lih, pushing the thing off him, helping him up, He leaned on his partner, his head swimming.
*
They couldn’t stay put, not there. Even if it hadn’t been for the menace that slowly advanced toward them, the thing that bit Costa had left him sick and shaking, and eager to get out.
In the dark, he heard a faint noise, a discernible click, then thick, nauseating sounds outside.
He froze as he looked at the hatch door, gun raised, praying there weren’t more of the assailants, or worse. In the half light, Lih’s night-mode lens could see Costa’s own lips were pinched and white, fighting back a cry of his own.
There was a very human cry of pain from beyond their hiding place.
Realizing what was happening, Costa clamped his hand over Lih’s mouth. Blood pattered onto the tiled floor.
After a moment, Lih felt Costa take his hand away. There was no more sign of whoever made the noises.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he gasped.
“It’s fine,” Costa whispered.
“Your wounds…”
“It’s fine,” Costa repeated. His face had to hurt. The cannibal had bitten a large chunk out of his ear, and cheek. Now he smelled of blood, Lih stank of the sweat the tension had engulfed them in...
Lih put his hand up to the micro-bead jeweled plug in his ear.
He listened for a moment, then rose to his feet. “Something’s awry with our backups ..."
*
Costa, leaning on his partner, heard the fear in his voice. He steadied himself. He couldn't expect Lih to carry his lazy ass the whole way. This was quite literally a shit hole and Costa had no desire to die here. Lih had done a good enough job that he wasn't gonna bleed out right at this moment. He tried to go into his pocket and his busted arm protested. "Help me get my stim," he whispered. He needed the hit bad. The crash would hurt like a mother fucker when it came. But that's what they were for. Strength. Clarity. Pain relief.
The small tab dissolved on his tongue and he felt the agony lessen. It wasn't gonna go away completely, but it was enough. He could focus a bit more and felt his limbs tingling with chemical induced power. He wasn't running any marathons, but he could stand on his own, now.
The ear the thing had ripped away had contained his jewel so he wasn't plugged into dispatch. "What's going on?"
[[with lih]]