Well, for you few and dedicated fans, here's chapter 6!
Chapter 6
The arm from the machinery hit his mechanical pants just above the knee. He was thrown backwards almost three feet before he landed on his back. The arm had severed the legs completely, leaving only mechanical stubs. Without his pants, Mervick was forced to crawl on his hand-feet. The voices he had heard earlier were very close now. There was definitely no way to run, so he had to find somewhere to hide. There was a machine with a conveyor belt, and a side wall next to it. It was dark, so he figured the search parties might not see him and go right past into the next room.
He hid there, for about 10 minutes, until he was confident the voices were gone. He got back up on his hand-feet, and continued crawling. His progress was noticeably slowed without his pants. He would have to find a locker sometime later and get a new pair.
After almost 6 exhausting hours, he was at the Main Exit. It was a large steel gate-like contraption, with huge steel hinges and enormous rivets. There was one voice-lock to get past. He repeated the series of phrases, and let the door open. The search parties had to be far past the Mess Hall by now. When the door opened, he saw hundreds of rows of tables, all lined up neatly, but the tables themselves were hardly neat at all. Piles of meat, some at least a week old. The combined smell of every table in the room was overpowering,, and almost enough to make even the toughest Slig vomit. At least fifty yards away, he could see the Kitchen. The sound of steam and sizzling grease from food being prepared for yet another meal. The scrubs could be seen sweeping the floor and mopping up blood from dead Elum, Paramite, and Scrab. The cook scrubs were running around, yelling for more meat and extra pots. While all this was happening,, Mervick was un-noticed, slipping quietly and stealthily to and from the tables.
Mervick was trying to keep down the puke from the smell of two-week old Paramite intestine, when a scrub shouted acknoledgement of a pants-less Slig behind a table. “Uh, sir? What are you doing behind that table, with yer pants off?” the scrub asked. Mervick tried to think of something to say, and all he came up with was: “Get back to work, stupid!” The scrub did so with a look of bewilderment, and started whispering to another scrub.
The phone rang in the Glukkon Junior Executive’s office. A small Slig answered. “Sir, the Mess Hall wants you on the phone. The Slig held the phone to the Glukk’s ear while he talked. Then the Conversation was over, and the Secretary Slig hung the phone up. “Well I’ll be Odd damned,” said the Glukk. “What is it, sir?” The Glukk responded, “They think they’ve spotted the ‘Worst Case Scenario down in the Mess Hall. Get some Big Bros down there immediately!” The Slig followed orders, and called the Security detail closest to the Mess Hall.
Mervick thought he was in the clear, when three Big Bros stomped in the door to the Mess Hall.
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) i dug that up and decided to post it so ill start working on the third chapter and i hope to have it done within a better amount of time than this one!
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