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Post by Shepherd on Sept 20, 2016 18:53:25 GMT -8
Nellis held the firearm in the direction of the reptilian mutant’s head, hands beginning to shake in mortal terror as he faced the monstrosity. If one were impressed by Darwinian feats, they would marvel at his bravery, but he knew this was something only a foolish person would commit to. He could feel the tears well in the corner of his eyes, and his throat tighten with a deep sadness—his lips drew into a hard line, whitening as the blood drained from them. He was not ready to die, he figured he still had a lot of his story left to tell, he was still young—and he was still a virgin, he hadn’t made remarkable friendships yet, he didn’t know what it was like to live a life.
He wanted to piss himself, frankly, and sprint as quickly as he could away from the beast he faced. When it began to squawk—sounds that came like words from its mouth, he became even more possessed by his terror. He did not want to shock it into attacking him, and since he would not be able to burst through any of the locals’ doors—he directed his firearm straight upward, and wasted one munition on a warning shot, hoping to startle the big beastie away.
Nevin then pivoted hard, flicking the safety so he would not discharge the weapon into himself, and took of sprinting in the opposite direction. He wanted to live, damn it! The deathclaw would likely be able to outrun him, even though it seemed smaller and therefore younger, but he could find some place to hide quickly before it could catch him, he was sure of it.
His Plan B was surely less of a death sentence that the original one. “No, no, no!” he was whining the whole way, skidding in the dust as he found a hole in the foundation big enough to fit him. He dropped to the ground, and was attempting to weasel his way inside—hoping that reptile wasn’t directly on his heels. “Please, no, holy fuck, no.”
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