If you’re new to the Great Game, please have a quick look at the blurb to your left, where you’ll find a short catch-up introduction.
A vast word tore across my consciousness. Thick and cold and foul, it pummelled me, slipping from my mind even as it unfolded. The world seemed to shimmer with its passing, and for an instant I was sure that it was ripping holes in my stomach.
There was a sigh, and the officers around me dropped like broken puppets, their faces wiped clean of expression.
Definitely not good. But this was exactly the sort of thing that might leave some of the sensor-traces I’d been looking for. I took my gun back from the depressingly still security officer who had claimed it, and made my way over to the ladder.
There was a rush of wind, a loud thump, and a shower of splinters struck the back of my neck. I froze for an instant, and then dropped. Someone was shooting at me! I looked around wildly. There was a raised tower past the edge of the barricade, an observation post for deeper into the riot zone. A sniper was in there, sighting on me again. Fuck. I glanced down the ladder, and saw more officers starting to mobilise down there. Double fuck.
“HEY!” I scrabbled backwards as I yelled, and more splinters burst from beside me. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”
I backpedalled as quickly and erratically as the barricade would allow. It was starting to curve away from the shooter’s line of sight, but how long would it be before people came up the ladder? A shot zinged past my leg, and I yelped.
A flurry of motion on the riot side of the barricade caught my attention. I glanced over there hurriedly, scrabbling backwards as I did. A group of infected were hurrying a mattress over towards my general position. Bloody wonderful. A flaming missile flew out of the riot zone, and splashed on the side of the observation post. My sniper ducked out of sight, but the hubbub down by ladder was swiftly intensifying. I used the breather to hunker at the far end of the barricade. I glanced down at the riot zone, and was unsurprised to see the mattress precisely below me.
My options were limited. I groaned, and...
- ... hoped I could open an urgent line to Travis. (52%)
- ... decided to jump over the barricade. (43%)
- ... stood up with my hands on top of my head. (5%)
Voting Closes at: May 24, 2010 @ 1:00 pm
Loading ...Today’s photo is Sgt. Nicholas Irving of 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, by the U.S. Army Photostream
FINE, I’ll vote for the friggin’ zombie option already.
(Razzum frazzum overwhelming firepower razzum frazzum…)
Jumping fits the story theme, but it really only makes sense if one is already insane enough to deem oneself something special and not merely more food for the monster. And under the circumstances, standing up gives the shooters a better target.
(rzzum frazzum get us shot frazzum razzum)