Last Stand

The even better space cowboy

Somewhere on another planet

Ok, let's start the story. I was at Taco Bell, the one and only place in the solar system with decent tacos. I took a big ol' bite of the hard-shelled taco. Man was that good! So freaking good! Inside was the ripply, rough texture of meat and the smooth top layer of cheese.

I kept on gouging the taco of it's guts, like my old dog did to my grandma because she wouldn't give him a cookie. Poor grandma, always made the best cookies. As I finished dreaming of cookies...my back pocket started to buzz, shake rapidly and move. What was it? My phone of course! So I slid it out of my back pocket, flipped it open and held the piece of plastic to my ear. A raspy, old and dried out voice spoke.

"You have seven days to return your cash to me or else..." I didn't have much to say to the Nigerian Prince. Cause I'm not returning my money to a scam anytime soon! But the voice continued...

"You will die Welker...you will die..." I closed my phone, looked at in my hands. It was shiny, crisp to touch and I had it for the longest time. My mind started to race with thoughts. How does he know my name? Why does he need my money? Who is he? Where's my taco? I couldn't bare it anymore, I squeezed my phone for the last time and smashed it on ground. Can't track me now physco!

I walked out of the Taco Bell, purely expecting the outside world to be completely normal like it always is. But instead I was met with a gunfight right outside the door. I was lucky that I didn't get hit by a wandering laser. The world was burning, to my right there were giant alien snapping turtles eating people on the street and to my left there was a massive zombie horde feeding on people's brains. Who or what would cause this?

That's what I was just about to find out, as I looked straight, ignoring the gunfight and still at the foot of the door...a man standing about six foot tall and two hundred pounds, with a gray catchers mask, trench coat and cowboy boots. As I looked at him he looked at me and the world turned black.

I couldn't see, everything was a dark grey gradient. But I could hear someone speaking about something, glorifying it as if it was a super important part of a story or something.

"Your smart Welker, but I don't think you're smart enough to remember the dark ages and how great they were" A raspy and burned voice crackled and echoed into my ears. Then, suddenly the world lit up the thing that was blocking my vision was removed and I found myself in a sewer tunnel, all dirty water and it's glory. And right in front of me was a pale man with a trench coat and a crowbar in his hand.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"The Cutmaster..."

I looked at him, trying to keep in my laughter and my smile. But his stupid name was too much for me. I started crying, laughing so loud it hurt my head.

"W-what type of name is that?! What do you...uh...cook?! Chef looking like some psychopath! That's so dumb! Hey, hey...make me a sandwich! Grilled cheese please! HA!" he looked at me, disappointed and frustrated. He dropped the crowbar in his hand and started to get closer to me.

"Look Welker, I can't change your opinion but I can change your view on the world. In three hours time this planet that you love will explode, everything you love. Even that stupid Taco Bell. I need you to help me fix something so we don't all die." he closed his eyes, wiped his forehead and walked away into the darkness. Where was he going? Maybe he will just leave me to die and find someone else, cause I wasn't qualified at all! But I heard footsteps in the distance as I was talking to myself and almost within an instance I saw two people. One was small and muscular while the other was tall and skinny.

"These are your partners, they will assist you..." He pointed to the short and muscular one.

"This is Gomez, he is the engineer let him help you with the techy stuff...and this skinny one right here is Parra, weapons expert. Don't mess with him he knows a lot about combat." They both crossed their arms and nodded at me. Gomez grabbed a knife and approached me. Was he going to kill me or something? I was tied to a chair so I really couldn't defend myself. Then, within an instant he cut me free and handed me a pistol.

"Here you go space cowboy, our adventure begins" he smirked and motioned for me to follow. Parra followed right behind me and our rodeo of a ride began.