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“Taylor? You still with us?” It was Travis.
“Mmmff,” I said.
“Ah.” He unhooked the gag, and pulled it free. I groaned, and cleared my throat. “What happened here?”
“Well sir, the short version is that whilst I was setting up my equipment, the rioters got, uh, weird, and invited me in. Then they somehow killed a bunch of security people who were getting fierce with me. The rest couldn’t take the risk that I wasn’t involved.”
“I see,” said Travis, his voice neutral. “Were you?”
“No! Of course not. The Infected were calling me to go have a look around, ‘join the party’. It wasn’t exactly a tempting offer.”
“I suppose not. Odd, but still. What happened next?”
I shrugged. “They gagged me and then hit me with a jangler.”
“And you came to here?”
“Yes. It was heading towards evening. There was no-one around. I dozed off again waiting for someone to check in.” I blinked. Flashlight? “Is there some problem with the power?”
“You dozed off.”
“Oh. Fuck. Look, it wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t get to my stims, and even if I could have, the jangler left me semi-conscious at best. Please.”
“They’re dead, Taylor.”
“What? Who?”
“Everyone.”
My mind reeled. “But…”
“The camp. The riot zone. The other security post. Everyone. We sent scanners through. You’re the only living thing in the entire area.”
"Wait...
- ... I need to check the readouts." (65%)
- ... it wasn't my fault. It wasn't me." (24%)
- ... I must have a look at the riot zone." (12%)
- ... Can I examine some of the corpses?" (-1%)
Voting Closes at: May 31, 2010 @ 12:00 pm
Loading ...Today’s photo is Camp Bed by Pam Rentz.
Something is very interested in John Taylor personally. I wonder why?
I love this rpg voting concept for the story. It sucks me in everytime. Ingenius work guys!