Fight to Kill (Part 2)
Fight to Kill (Part 2)
So dark, everything is so dark. I think I’m dead? Can dead people even think? Ok, stop and remember. What happened? Think dammit! Think harder! No, harder than that! Aaagh, stop stop stop, too hard! Calm down, I remember a big fall, so thats it! I must have gotten some brain damage from the fall, i wonder how bad it was. Let’s do a test, I’ll state some facts. Roses are red, violets are blue, chocolate is sweet......
“And cows aren’t pink!,” screamed Alonso as he suddenly woke up from his mini coma, much to the surprise of Sara who was crouching next to him. He saw his surroundings were some sort of make-shift house.
“Holy damn!,” Sara quickly replied, jumping back a few feet instinctively.
Alonso rubbed the bruised spot on the back of his head, and realized touching it only made it throb worse. He turned to Sara, his head bursting with questions. “What happened? Where are we? What were you doing? We should go out sometime, what’s your number?”
Sara began by slapping hard across Alonso’s beaten up face as always, and spoke in a soft whisper. “ We survived the fall of the wall thanks to the trees and foliage breaking our descent. Unfortunately you sprained your ankle and I tried to bandage it up with your shirt, as you saw before. I managed to make an amateur shelter with some ferns and twigs and stuff, but I don’t know how long it would last.” Sara then stood up and walked to the entrance of the shelter, “And to answer your question about where.” She kicked open the door to reveal an astounding eye-pleasing view of a jungle.
“Welcome to Guerra.”
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The duo treaded the dense jungle landscape cautiously with haste. Alonso lagged a little behind Sara, his limp putting him at a disadvantage. “I don’t get it, why are we moving deeper into this hellish jungle? Haven’t you heard of the monster predators of Guerra?”
Sara slowed her pace to
So dark, everything is so dark. I think I’m dead? Can dead people even think? Ok, stop and remember. What happened? Think dammit! Think harder! No, harder than that! Aaagh, stop stop stop, too hard! Calm down, I remember a big fall, so thats it! I must have gotten some brain damage from the fall, i wonder how bad it was. Let’s do a test, I’ll state some facts. Roses are red, violets are blue, chocolate is sweet......
“And cows aren’t pink!,” screamed Alonso as he suddenly woke up from his mini coma, much to the surprise of Sara who was crouching next to him. He saw his surroundings were some sort of make-shift house.
“Holy damn!,” Sara quickly replied, jumping back a few feet instinctively.
Alonso rubbed the bruised spot on the back of his head, and realized touching it only made it throb worse. He turned to Sara, his head bursting with questions. “What happened? Where are we? What were you doing? We should go out sometime, what’s your number?”
Sara began by slapping hard across Alonso’s beaten up face as always, and spoke in a soft whisper. “ We survived the fall of the wall thanks to the trees and foliage breaking our descent. Unfortunately you sprained your ankle and I tried to bandage it up with your shirt, as you saw before. I managed to make an amateur shelter with some ferns and twigs and stuff, but I don’t know how long it would last.” Sara then stood up and walked to the entrance of the shelter, “And to answer your question about where.” She kicked open the door to reveal an astounding eye-pleasing view of a jungle.
“Welcome to Guerra.”
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The duo treaded the dense jungle landscape cautiously with haste. Alonso lagged a little behind Sara, his limp putting him at a disadvantage. “I don’t get it, why are we moving deeper into this hellish jungle? Haven’t you heard of the monster predators of Guerra?”
Sara slowed her pace to