'We're...'
'Yeah, we're screwed.' Darvek answered.
Frex gulped and looked straight at the nesting paramites. They looked back and Frex was sure they were preparing for a "fun" hunt. There was a long ackward (OOC: sorry about spelling) silence in which neither Darvek or Frex could move. Frex stared blankly at the paramites but woke up from a non-existent sleep when he saw Darvek slowly aiming his weapon at the paramites.
"Don't waste your ammunition Darvek", Frex said. Darvek looked at him.
"I suppose you have a better plan?" Darvek answered sarcastically.
Frex had his last grenade behing his back he pressed it and it started beeping. "On three run" he whispered.
One, "Are you insane?" Darvek yelled as the beeping got faster.
Two, The paramites got in their running positionas they realised something was wrong.
"Three!!" Frex yelled out and threw the grenade at the top of the cavern. He ran through another small tunnel and stopped suddenly. He drew his gun out and prepared for the worst. The grenade he threw made a cave-in over the nests but some of the paramites survived.
Frex didn't see Darvek; he must've escaped through another route. Three paramites came running for Frex. He shot two of them and stabbed the last one in the face because he had no ammo left.
__________________
How could I ever think, it's funny how, everything you swore would never change, is different now.
|