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All-In

"They just keep coming!"

Till brings his leg up as far as it'll go, planting a kick square on one of the aliens' faces, grunting as it resists him. He finally forces it onto its back and he holds out a shaky hand, grasping a sleek black pistol. The monster squirms beneath him and he digs his Stage heel harder into its head. He puts the tip of his finger on the trigger the way Luka briefly taught him and drew in a trembling breath.

He pulls the trigger toward himself. Hard.

BANG!!

For a moment, Till is lost.

There's a ringing in his ears and his forearm aches to drop the weapon. His legs feel like that godawful cafeteria jiggly, and he can't seem to get his labored breaths in order.

Then he glances up. . . looks around.

He catches a glimpse of bright pink and faded gold, sees Mizi pull a dagger from wherever she's hidden it away and stab an alien in the eye, easily overpowering it. Luka now wields a gun eight times the size of the pistol he'd found for Till and— where on the planet did he find it? What was actual fuck is even happening?!

Mizi whirls around in a wide circle, making sure her surroundings are clear before slightly lowering her dagger. She flips it around in her grasp, the blade pointing backwards as she glances around, honeyed-golden eyes searching.

Till doesn't realize he's staring until it's too late.

"Till!" Mizi spots him and shouts, waving over at him with the arm not holding a deadly weapon.

Till takes a deep breath and holds his gun at arm's length as he jogs over to her. Most of the aliens are dead, Luka dealing with the stragglers with a final few BANGs from his giant gun.

The smoke clears and Till allows himself a second to breathe— it all happened so fast. The three of them, after running through endless metal hallways and evading at least a million alien search parties, finally found an exit. However, it wasn't the correct exit.

Till, of course, had yet to have been told a single thing about why they're on the run, or why the hell the rescue party just had to be Mizi and Luka— otherwise known as: the most random team ever— but from what he's seen and experienced thus far he'd been able to make a solid assumption.

Mizi and Luka are supposed to be rescuing him.

Aaaaand that's all he knows.

So when they finally broke out of that godforsaken complex (through an old, unused door by the looks of it) Till had been quite sure they were all just going to disintegrate as soon as they stepped foot out the door. It's not like he's never been outside before, the aliens let them out once a month, but he was sure they had something bigger up their sleeves in case an escapee ever made it this far without being caught.

But all that had awaited them was a large number of aliens and monsters and mutants and uglies. Till was slightly nervous— there were at least fifty— but, well, Luka's giant gun and Mizi's dagger had made quick work of them.

Luka gave Till a gun he found but, well. . . his aim sucks ass, so he figured he could for a more hand to hand approach, shooting the alien after they were on the ground. His hands are still trembling from the adrenaline.

A part of it feels good. He's never been able to hurt them quite the same way they did him, until now.

. . . Is he going crazy?

"Till, listen to me." Mizi's suddenly in front of him, materializing out of thin air. "Luka said the bikes are just around a kilometer that way—"

"Are you in love with him or something?"