Another hopeless atempt at fic writing
Introduction
Hello strangers. I have no idea where this will land but isn't that the fun of writing a message in a bottle. I am planning my escape at this very moment, I will soon be free of this wretched place. Me and four others are going to leave this city and embark on our journey... our journey in search of a place to call home.
Chapter 1
I awoke to find Drek standing over me, it was dark no body else was up yet. Crag and Grit already stood with bags over their shoulders and Brak was holding five black rifles. I sat up
"Kreg get up and help the others" said Drek.
"Why?" I asked him.
"Why?, because we leave in ten minutes!" said Brak handing out the rifles, black tools of death.
As I recieved mine I placed it on the bunk bed. "Drek, we aren't even leaving today"
"We are Kreg"
"But we aren't ready we haven't deciphered the codes for floor two and three yet!" I said.
"Kreg pick up your rifle" demanded Crag.
"No, we can't leave if we don't have those codes" I said
"Thats enough Kreg!" said Grit sternly
"If we don't go now we'll never have the chance again!"
"Come on just go and leave him here" said Brak. They left the sleeping quarters and headed for the service lift.
"Last chance Kreg" someone shouted.
I didn't really have a choice. I needed them if I was going to escape.
But why did they insist on leaving?
Reluctantly I picked up my rifle and carried it to the lift.
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What the Fuck is this???Hobo, you make a Shit outta my posts
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