I'd never, ever underestimate a pipe now. Not now since a buring one was sent througt my stomac, keeping me in place, just enough to be shot. "Take a peice of this, Repair nerd-" He aim's the gun at my head just as Blackjack rears him into a wall, taking on others, bucking one after the other, left and right. Jamison gets loose from one and slides over.
"Oh god, they got ya pretty damn bad, huh?" he says, trying to stay calm. I nod, "Yeah...Oww..."I whimper, trying to pull myself up and off the pipe. Nothing happens but searing pain and I feel the liquid slowly climb up my throat, gagging out blood.So. This is how I die. Kind of ironic, in'it. You spend all your time obeying the law and you fall for one jackass and you end up with a pipe in your chest. Ow.
By the looks of things, I'll have four hours to live, less if I don't get off this pipe. I look around, just seeing the sniper, "Jamison... GO!" I yell, pushing him. Getting a bullet in the shoulder didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. He's still here, chucking a bomb and trying to get me off the pipe. "You didn't leave me, I ain't leaving you!" He says, managing to tear me off the pipe. He picks me up, looking around.
It wouldn't of mattered had he dragged me back home on foot or on horse.
The world was becoming darker, and darker.
Every inch as we reached home.
Finally things just stayed dark and silent.
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Wasteland
AléatoireSaris James isn't what they call a psychopath, she's just a girl with a gun and short temper, all mixed with an uncompliant attitude. Saris has her objectives and will destroy all things in her way, omnic or human. She refuses to break the decree o...
