See this? *points at my face and looks bored* This is a happy face. Whee.
CHAPTER 7
The party of special trained soldiers cut their way through bushes, trees and wines. They breathed quickly, killed biting and bloodsucking bugs, listened to the sounds of the wilderness and was really exhausted already. The wilderness reminded them more of a jungle than a normal forest. They couldn’t believe someone would be stupid enough to put a science base right here. The commander held up his hand and ordered halt. He looked around.
“Fine place to rest. We’ll rest here for an hour!”
Jekketh sat down and angrily scratched a place where a bug had bitten him. He looked around. Others where chatting, drinking water, smoking or just relaxing. But everyone was sitting or lying down. The commander was smoking a long pipe, staring thoughtfully out in space. Jekketh walked over to him.
“What is your name anyway?” he asked. The commander looked up.
“None of your business…” he replied and knocked the tobacco out of the pipe.
“But really, tell me. Why would I be controlled by a slig I don’t know?”
“Because it’s your orders.”
“Should I guess my way to your name?”
He didn’t reply. Jekketh thought he never were going to reply and looked on Ace. Ace was discussing something with Zero. He suddenly jumped a little, smacked his hand against his neck and muttered something.
“Yeah.” The commander mumbled. “Guess.”
Jekketh sat silent for a while, thinking.
“Noro?”
“No.”
“Ykkel?”
“No.”
“Is it…”
“Look kid. I don’t know what your problem is, just go torment someone else! My name is Elix, happy?!” the commander growled, got up and walked away, still muttering. Jekketh stared after him.
“Man…” he said and shook his head.
/Day 8
Month 4
So. I survived two days. I have just three things to say. I HATE bugs, I HATE the forest and I HATE the new commander. Why am I here anyway?! I should have become a guard instead, not a soldier! Stupid, stupid, stupid!!! Oh well, when I’m aged, I’m gonna be the only one that’s able to lift the wheelchair over my head… Hehehe… What am I doing? I’m joking with myself in a journal! That belongs to me! Oh my Odd… I’m mad already! Just shoot me!\
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