Tags wakes up and rolls out of bed and thuds off the floor. He fills up the kettle and puts it on the hob and lets it boil. He makes a cup of tea in his favourite chipped mug.
He grabs his sniper and tea and steps out the door. He walks towards the maintenance door on one of the support pillars and climbs up onto the top of the bridge with a bunch of stripped high tech cars lay, dormant.
He sits and dangles his feet of the side. He puts his tea next to him and rests his sniper in his lap. He sits for a few minutes occasionally taking sips.
Neighbour: hey there!
Tags just grunts.
His neighbour sits next to him and looks into the distance. He notices a swarm of dribs.
Neighbour: beautiful aren't they?
Tags: you could say that.
One of the dribs begins flying closer and it spots the two of them and prepares to attack them. Tags take one last swig as it dive bombs him. He then snipes it out the air as it narrowly missed them and bounces off a car.
It lays on the floor panting and wriggling in fear.
Tags walks over to it and looks at it. It's a bit like a terradactyl but with gill type holes on its sides and feathers on its back. It used to be harmless and only hunted fish but as soon as the sea became the most dangerous place they came on land to kill people.
Tags walks over to it as it tries to take off but falls to the floor.
Tags presses it down and strokes its neck. He then takes his knife and jams it into its gill while he shushes it.
It slowly goes limp and dies.
Neighbour: you show those creatures with more respect then you do people.
Tags: because the people deserve it.
Neighbour: it just tried to kill you though.
Tags: because it needs to survive. They used to hunt fish and the DGU blast changed that. They didn't have a say in what happens to their home.
Neighbour: neither did either of us.
Tags: our parents did.
Neighbour: so you'd rather live in fear then be free.
Tags: no. Fuck the DGU the lot of twats. I'm just saying our parents chose to become militaristic when they could have lived on their own.
Neighbour: because it was better than letting others die.
Tags pauses. He never knew his parents. He doesn't respond. He ties up the drib and slings it over his back and picks up a pebble.
Neighbour: what are you doing with that.
Tags: breakfast.
He then pings the pebble of the neighbours head.
Neighbour: you do realise if you are awful to everyone you'll die alone. You don't even know my name.
Tags: yeah I do. Jerry.
Jerry: nope.
Tags: ok jerry.
Tags walks away towards his house.
He steps through the door and placed the drib on the chopping board and cuts off all the meat and places it in a frying pan and he than places the drib down the trash shoot.
Poor thing.
He then throws his rucksack on the table and takes out all the loot and places it on the table. He throws all the things he doesn't want in a bag so he can cash it for credits at the fence for the black market. He the has a large pile of equipment. He goes through it with a few clips of ammo and grenade.
He spots some explosives that look a bit like a glow stick. All he needs is a good test subject. He puts it all away so he can sell it after he eats.
He takes the pieces of meat off the hob and begins eating. He then feels a plastic bag fly over his head as it is restricted at the back and he begins to suffocate. He then begin thrashing around and breaks loose a second to see two ghost clan goons. They grip the bag again.
He feels himself going light headed as he begins to panic. He grabs the knife out of his belt and opens his mouth. He stabs it into his mouth popping the bag allowing him to breath. He then plunged it into the guys side.
The other guys grabs him and begins pushing his face towards the still burning hob. Tags elbows him in the face. He feels a weapon stock fly into his face as he falls to the floor and passes out.
Pilot: I have 25 civilian personnel onboard in cryopods on this aircraft and ready to exit orbit. I need the sky clear over.
Comms: sorry aircraft 2 we are knee deep in DGU forces you'll have to sit tight.
Pilot: we don't have time for that.
Comms: warning to all forces the DGU capital ship has entered orbit. We have intel they have been authorised to use a scorched round.
The comms blow up with chatter.
Pilot: oh god.
The sound fades into silence.
Tags wakes up gasping for air in a pitch black room. The light suddenly flash on as he sees he is sat in a room full of dead bodies.
Phantom: I see you decides to join us mr looter.
Tags: did you wait with the lights off for me to wake up to seem dramatic.
Phantom: where is my caravan?
Tags: oh I heard about that. It spontaneously blew up in my canyon.
Phantom: likely story.
Phantom walks into the light. He has white war paint all over. He is the leader of the ghost clan and is a lot smarter than most of his goons.
Phantom: tell me where my loot is.
Tags: don't have it.
Phantom: than pay with your blood.
Phantoms personal torturer walks in. He's a crazy fucker who is always look for ways to inflict pain.
Phantom: maybe you'll think about taking my caravan next time... If you live through this.
Phantom leaves and the torturer excitedly approaches.
Tags: ok can I say two things before you start. One I'm not going to just sit here and let you scar me and... never use sellotape to tie people to chairs.
Tags stands up as he breaks free. The torturer goes to stab him and tags blocks it and picks him up. He sees a window and throws him out.
He looks out the window to see he is in the top of one of the ghost skyscrapers which is 60 stories. Tags sees the torturer falling, laughing as he flips through the air, and lands on some metal spikes at the bottom which obliterate him.
Now the simple task of escaping from a building with about 1000 people that will shoot on sight and with no weapons.
This should be fun.
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No heroes left
AcciónA story where the planet was charred by the corrupt corporation known as the DGU or the authority around 20 years ago. The survivors of the blast banded together and rebuilt what little they had left and now it has become a place for the DGU to mine...
