Flesh Wounds

Chapter Seven "Perception Differences"

Nick Pov

"What." 5000 blankly releases from his mouth.

"He tried to take down the Covenant's battalion with the EMP. He killed a couple twenty at least but.." There was a long time of silence as Dillan just stood there, "Those EMPs are incredibly powerful at close range. It-" Dillan stops and sighs a saddening sigh.

Sparky finishes the rest of the sentence for her, "It would have turned off his augmentation."

"Yeah so? We can still go get him right?" 5000 asks with false hope.

"Without an augmentation our armor weighs almost a ton. It's enough to kill someone from the pressure of the weight.." Sparky continues then in his own sentence he realizes what he's saying.

"Wait. 34's dead..?" I finally ask after listening to the conversation without contributing. Everyone turns to look at me and I shut up before I can say anything else.

"What do you think I'm doing here alone? I was with him for like ten minutes before he decided that he'd do that," Dillan responds and takes an even heavier sigh, "I guess he couldn't take it.."

"Why what happened?" I ask before anyone else could.

Dillan looks back at me and her voice restores to normal, "We lost both of them. 34 and.. and Yang."

"Wait what?!" Both 5000 and Sparky ask simultaneously.

"Also, before anything else. How is your ammo supply?" Dillan asks and looks over her shoulder.

"We've got plenty to go around. Why?" 5000 questions Dillan's question.

"Because I wasn't alone when I was running. We'll have company in just a second," Dillan pulls off her Needler and knife.

"Great. A second to mourn then a second afterwards to die," I mutter audibly and out loud.

"I don't know if you've noticed but you have been acting off ever since we got on Reach," Sparky tells me breaking his own character too.

"Thanks. I don't think you would know me as much as you think you do. Either way it has only been around three weeks for how long you've known me," I rudely remark remark back. Even though I said it aggressively it was on purpose for my defense. Everyone becomes quiet after that and I just ready my pistols for the Covenant marching up behind us. Still now the atmosphere around us had reached a tight tension and that might mess with the fight. 5000 just pulls out both shotguns this time, and cocks the other one.

"Let's just kill them. Anyone got a spare gun?" Dillan asks wearily looking to the others.

"I don't have anything," 5000 obviously denies and half shrugs with his shotties in hands.

"I um. Same.." Sparky jumps on the same boat as 5000. Figuratively of course.

I myself roll my eyes and hold out one of my Magnums, "Just don't lose it," I warn Dillan as she handles it herself.

She responds with a sarcastic, "Yeah okay," as she releases the mag inside to check it, then reloads it making the pistol click.

We all turn to the small force of enemies and ready up. "Let's go now," 5000 comments with the still deep dark voice he has. Surprisingly that doesn't fit him well. Considering his character.

"Let's try to get past this!" Sparky makes his own remark with his own mixed attitude.

Even though she has a helmet on I can just see Dillan roll her eyes like she does, "Enough with the dialogue idiots. Let our guns talk." And with that we all jump into action, ready for what comes now or later...

??????? Pov

"What even is this stuff? Does this count as food?" I raid a recently abandoned pantry that went by the name of 'Dhhi god' from the wrecked sign on the outside of it. I mean its hard to read when its in multiple scattered pieces.

 I crouched down and picked up a small picture frame. I looked into the cracked glass at the picture inside. A small girl with a shotgun crouches down in front of a dead moa, she is smiling.

 The sound of crunching glass comes from the other side of the room over some stocks. I cautiously glance over my shoulder without seeing anything. I set the photo down on a shelf screwed to the wall. Then I drew my knife and took silent steps around the metal store shelves. As I turn the corner-

Its just a weird rat looking creature that turns its head towards me the same time I see it. "Oh what are yo-"

"HISS!" It makes a sizzling sound as acidic looking green liquid pools out of its mouth.

"AH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I dash out of the building as that creature glares at me with bloodlust. Or something like that.. I don't care I have no protection from anything without my armor's abilities. I'll get my revenge on it one day, "-I swea!-" 

Nick Pov

After the last of the Covenant dropped dead 5000 took the time to state, "Almost took my pinkie off."

Dillan was the one to respond to the random language, "How do you manage to almost lose a finger?"

"Well when they shoot at you, and it almost hits your pinkie. That's how."

"Well at least you don't have to bitch about actually losing a finger."

"Yeah because I doodged it."

"... Dodging a pinkie shot isn't hard."

"That's not true."

I think to myself, 'What is wrong with you people?'