by Brnin8r » Wed Sep 10, 2008 11:42 pm
The boy with the broken arm nods quietly and wipes his eyes dry with his good arm. "I'll be fine once we make it to where this can be fixed. When did the girls attack? Do you remember? Because I woke up to the firing."
The marine's in the back of Max's truck begin talking about the battle, some talking about the kills they made, others the bullets they dodged, and some just sit quietly to themselves.
Several marines nod to Dan's frustration, their own cries of anger filling the back, "Yeah! Something should be done!" or "We can't just stand around here anymore." or "There needs to be some way we can mount a defense." The boys get roused up in their fervor, readying their assault rifles. "If they show up again before we get there, they'll be fried." "Yeah!!!"
The platoon leader driving the defense vehicle looks back to Shawn, "We'll be driving ahead of the line to see if there's anything laying in wait. You ready?"
***
As Allen wakes up, the girls scramble to get away from him for fear of some unknown effect from this boy's odd take to the chemical. The girl who found him musters the courage to approach him. Assuming he's still dazed, she starts examining him. "He's speaking like he's thinking...that's something common in shock victims." she shines a flashlight in his eyes. As he continues to think outloud she turns to her waiting girls, "Christ that's annoying...maybe he's just dense like that..." she moves again to examine his arms. Pulling his sleeves up reveals bulging veins laced with a flourescent pink and his skin slowly takes on a similar if dimmer color. "You," she says as she taps his head with the flashlight, "Are a freak. I've never seen anyone take FemmeX like this. We're taking you back to the asylum to see why in hell you're doing this."
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