He moved slowly towards him. Joe wasn’t that stupid, and seemed to have found the use of his legs again. He sprinted from the spot so fast he slid and nearly slipped over.
“Freeze!!” one of the sligs yelled, in reaction to Joe’s flight.
Joe ran through mudokons and down an alley formed by two high stacks of wooden meat barrels. He heard gun shots echoing behind him and this only fuelled his desire to get as far away from these bloodthirsty and violent sligs as soon as possible.
“Get back here you shit!!” One of the sligs shouted, and fired another two shots.
Joe heard shouts from the mudokons and assumed they were scattering all over the place. Joe, in his cowardice, and maybe intelligence, didn’t want to end up like the other mudokon; half conscious with a bloody nose, fat lip and a fag burn on his head, and so continued to run.
“Watch it Bale! That’s the meat storage bit!” The smoker slig yelled.
“Alright, alright! No shootin’ then!” Yelled Bale.
Joe ran through the barrel alley and into an open area where barrels were stacked high on all sides, packed full of bloody meat. Joe desperately looked around for a place to hide, and using his wit, decided to climb the barrels to a higher position where he could lay hidden, seeing as sligs weren’t the best at climbing.
Joe managed to find a snug spot between two barrels and slid into the gap. He had a view of the area below him, and watched as the sligs blundered onto the scene. They held their rifles slack, as they always did, and stopped suddenly near the entrance of the meat storage area. They whispered to each other, something that Joe couldn’t hear, and then spread out.
“Come out come out where ever you are!” The smoker slig sung loudly.
Joe felt scared and was feeling physically sick.
“You stupid fucker! Come out now with yeh hands held high!!” Bellowed Bale.
“We promise we’ll go easy on ya’! We’ll shoot you instead of beatin’ the shit outta’ ya’!” The smoker slig mocked.
“Where do you reckon he’s ran off to? I cant see ‘im…maybe he’s climbed over to the other side?” Bale said, sounding disappointed with the fact he’d potentially lost a chance to beat a mudokon into submission.
“Fuck! I really wanted to show that mud what for!” The smoker slig whined.
“C’mon Rot, fuck it. Lets play some poker with the lads.” Bale spoke to his friend.
Rot hung his head, “Damn it!” He said, and walked out with his friend.
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sorry about the delay.
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