The Last Stretch
I stop and lean against a torn down stop sign. I am gasping for breath and spiting out the sweat that falls onto my lips. I've been running for the past hour and the call center is in sight.
Mailbu is perfectly normal. Super Nerd is wheezing something fierce. Space Rat hovers above. Iron Lung is, of course, coughing. Moxie and Kane both are on their knees gasping for breath. Big Stan is standing there, gasping severely. He pokes at the makeshift bandage over the wound in this stomach. Once again, we should not have entrusted Malibu with the medical kit. We had to use duct-tape. "You okay, Big Stan?" I ask.
"Yeah. The bullet is still in my stomach, i think." He said, poking the duct-tape.
"How does that make you feel?" asks Kane.
"Hungry." the large man confesses.
I peek over the hill and see the call center in the distance. I look up to the sky and Space Rat gives me a thumbs up. "Okay, we're almost to the call center. But once we past this englave, the people will swarm on us like flies on crap. Provide cover fire when you can."
"Ready?" Kane asks us.
"NOW!" I scream as we make a break for the parking lot.
The moment we appear from behind our cover, the customer swarm at us. Space Rat dive bombs them and blasts the largest group with his wrist lasers. We make our way forward, firing at anyone that comes near us. Moxie and Malibu help Big Stan up the hill. The rest continue on.
Super Nerd scrambles and trips over a usb cable out in the midle of the crowd. Hearing his squeal, I (against my better judgement) run back and grab him by the shirt, shoving him forward. The crowd is tossing old manuels at us. I fire again. Then something whizzes by shoulder. I see it going off into the distance like a frisbee. Another one impedes in the tree truck nearsest me. I quickly spot what it is.
It's a free AOL CD.
The Customers have sped up their cd-rom drives and converted them to hand-held weapons. I run for my life but as I run, I feel a sharp piece of plastic scrape my neck. I grab the wound but the blood is already rushing out of my fingers. Jesus, they got me.
"JASON!" Iron Lung screams as he runs back for me.
I grab his arm as he pulls me up. He pulls me and we run toward the parking lot. Then a cd cuts him across the arm and leg at the same time from two different angles. We collapse on the road just shy of the parking lot.
It's funny. I didn't expect to get mauled like this.
The customers are coming up toward us. I know they mean to take us both hostages, and force us to train them on how to apply federal formulas to paychecks.
Then a large white shape appears in the sky above me. The shape then shoots out a large salvo of missles exploding all around the customers. Then it lowers itself and a giant claw scoops down to pick up me and Iron Lung.
That's cool. I never thought SkullSmasher would come to my rescue. He just earned a christmas present.
Mailbu is perfectly normal. Super Nerd is wheezing something fierce. Space Rat hovers above. Iron Lung is, of course, coughing. Moxie and Kane both are on their knees gasping for breath. Big Stan is standing there, gasping severely. He pokes at the makeshift bandage over the wound in this stomach. Once again, we should not have entrusted Malibu with the medical kit. We had to use duct-tape. "You okay, Big Stan?" I ask.
"Yeah. The bullet is still in my stomach, i think." He said, poking the duct-tape.
"How does that make you feel?" asks Kane.
"Hungry." the large man confesses.
I peek over the hill and see the call center in the distance. I look up to the sky and Space Rat gives me a thumbs up. "Okay, we're almost to the call center. But once we past this englave, the people will swarm on us like flies on crap. Provide cover fire when you can."
"Ready?" Kane asks us.
"NOW!" I scream as we make a break for the parking lot.
The moment we appear from behind our cover, the customer swarm at us. Space Rat dive bombs them and blasts the largest group with his wrist lasers. We make our way forward, firing at anyone that comes near us. Moxie and Malibu help Big Stan up the hill. The rest continue on.
Super Nerd scrambles and trips over a usb cable out in the midle of the crowd. Hearing his squeal, I (against my better judgement) run back and grab him by the shirt, shoving him forward. The crowd is tossing old manuels at us. I fire again. Then something whizzes by shoulder. I see it going off into the distance like a frisbee. Another one impedes in the tree truck nearsest me. I quickly spot what it is.
It's a free AOL CD.
The Customers have sped up their cd-rom drives and converted them to hand-held weapons. I run for my life but as I run, I feel a sharp piece of plastic scrape my neck. I grab the wound but the blood is already rushing out of my fingers. Jesus, they got me.
"JASON!" Iron Lung screams as he runs back for me.
I grab his arm as he pulls me up. He pulls me and we run toward the parking lot. Then a cd cuts him across the arm and leg at the same time from two different angles. We collapse on the road just shy of the parking lot.
It's funny. I didn't expect to get mauled like this.
The customers are coming up toward us. I know they mean to take us both hostages, and force us to train them on how to apply federal formulas to paychecks.
Then a large white shape appears in the sky above me. The shape then shoots out a large salvo of missles exploding all around the customers. Then it lowers itself and a giant claw scoops down to pick up me and Iron Lung.
That's cool. I never thought SkullSmasher would come to my rescue. He just earned a christmas present.
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