Suicide by Earth (Commander Lexa)(Lexa Kom Trigeda x G!P Reader)

Chapter 3. Ripa Em

The shrill sound of what seemed to be a knife shredding through flesh traveled along the outside of the pod, a grunt following a mumbled phrase I couldn't seem to catch. That couldn't of been an animal. Is it possible humans could have survived down here? all this time. That's a difficult thought to try and process.

Do I wait? do I open the door? it's much too quiet for the panther to still be alive.

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There stood a kid, no older than five. With bloody fingers and a dirtied face camouflaging his dark complexion, with a shaven head and raggedly clothes, his voice came out thick with an accent I couldn't pinpoint "Chon Yu Bilaik?"(Who are you?) the boys inquisitive eyes staring intently at me, before traveling around the pod. With a questioning glance, he repeats his question, pulling me from my thoughts. "I'm sorry, kid. I don't understand you. " I answer, met with a look of astonishment. "Yu speak Gonasleng?"(You speak english?) He answers with broken english, a look of bewilderment covering his expression, his eyes once again meeting mine. "Yu Gona?" (You warrior?) With a raised eyebrow, I tentatively shake my head.

While stubborn eye settle, he stays. Eyes still fixated on the inside of the pod, though mostly the control panel. The boy shifts, no longer standing as he crouches further down, arms resting on the ledge of the elevated door frame, his face peering down. Examining the floor of the pod where muffled gurgling sounds could be heard from beneath the blanket. His eyes connect with mine once again "Fyucha?"(baby?) Seeming as if asking, he motions to the bundle on the floor, pointing with his gaze.

Assuming the translation, I nod. "It is." You could only assume what it is right, a baby? what else. A bright smile beaming across the boys face makes him appear less serious. 

"Ai sis au." (I help) He spoke, seeming to have set himself a task. Nodding his head, he stood, Yelling a few incomprehensible words over his shoulder as he disappeared through the brush and silence fell upon the clearing.

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Days came and went just as fast. The native boy visiting y/n and I, and though the language barrier was a definite obstacle, he was eager to learn, bringing us cooked meat and sheeps milk to keep us alive as well as attempting to tend to my wounds with what seemed to be natural remedies, me not being able to tell him my injury couldn't be fixed with balms and gauze, but I let him be. Letting him help however he figured he could. knowing myself that to fix this sort of injury I'd need a state of the art surgery performed, and even then the possibility of my legs ever working again would be slim to none.

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"It's day 17 on earth, the boy from the ground has been looking after us. I'm still unsure if there are others, if so, how many? I've lost complete movement in my bottom half, slowly I can feel my body stiffening, it feels like rust.

 I don't know how much longer I can go on for, but I do know the chances of Y/n's survival are almost guaranteed. The native boy seems to have taken an interest in her, playing with her in the clearing, providing some sort of milk for her. I know he'll take good care of her once I'm gone. There's not much more to document, I've showed you everything I've seen. I guess-"

rustling a few paces from the pod catches my attention as I stare intently at it. looking back to the video camera, I give it an awkward glance before flipping the camera towards the clearing where the boy soon emerged from. throwing a wave his way, though he didn't reciprocate. instead his looked as if in anguish. A desperation covering his face as he turned towards where he'd came from. 

"Beja! Nou!" (please! No!) he yells, as if pleading with someone. being shoved, the boy falls to the ground, scuffling along backwards on his hands to move himself from another's path. A man emerges, of same colour and burley. Wearing what seemed to be armour, with a sword attached to him at the hip.