Another hopeless atempt at fic writing

[Rich]

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.

[Molluck]

Not bad keep it comin Rich

[Rich]

Thanks... This will get better. This chap tells you a bit about Kreg, the main Char.

Chapter 2

I looked at my arm. It was covered in small scars. Just another reason why I needed them they had all the drugs...

I was on four a day then, morphine and steroids. I took morphine because of my back.
I had fractured my spine about four years before. Of course nobody gave a damn they could easily get another slig to do my job. It was the same with most of the others they weren't fit for work so were demoted to slaves.

Steroids were different, I didn't need them I just took them to satisfy my personal needs. Being a slave with a half broken back I would and could never earn big bro status.
To make me feel like I had at least a little power over somebody else. To do so I took steroids to make me stronger.

My relationship with the others wasn't very good. They didn't care what happened to me and it was the same for me. But to satisfy my addiction I needed to folow them around, since only through Drek, the only slig in our group who wasn't a slave could I get the drugs.

Their neglect for me was shown well just then as in the lift they equiped their grenade guns, blitz packers and machine guns
while I carried one measly rifle. As I checked it over it didn't surprise me that I only had five bullets...

[Sl'askia]

sheesh talk about getting the short end of the stick! Poor guy...
its good, just one little thing...since Teal ain't around I'll tell you...Drek is also the name of one of her characters. Now I am not going to say you need to change the name...but she might ask you too, just to keep readers from getting confused.

[Rich]

I don't think it'll matter he'll probably end up dead soon anyway.
More in about ten minutes

[Rich]

Is it worth writing this?

Chapter 3

They got the lift at floor 7, the slig executive offices. I appeared to be the last one left in the lift. "Watch your back asshole" said Brak, a half smoked
lung-buster he had stolen was in his tentacles. I glared back at him, "What the hell" I said leaning against the wall.
"You've gotta stay alive, crack that code" he said puffing out some smoke.

I stared at him, his one arm holding a grenade launcher. A large scar ran across his chest. I didn't like him, never had liked him. Mutated idiot. But what he was about to do made me hate him a little less. He dropped his grenade launcher to the floor and his single, drug scarred arm pulled off three grenades from his ammunition belt.
He held them out to me. "Take 'em" he said. I took them in my hands and attached them to my pants. "Thanks" I said gruffly.

"Kreg! get over here now!" Grit yelled in an angry voice. I ran with Brak to where they stood. They stood over a slig who obviously worked in the executive office. "Tell us the code" said Drek loading his shotgun. The poor slig wimpered. "The code? who are you guys?" "I don't wish to disturb yor day but can't you just tell us the code" rak said. "There's no point they'll change the code before you get to the door" He squeaked.

I could see the anger welling up in Grit now. "Tell me the damn code" he shouted. "They'll change it!" he squeaked. "Tell us the code," said Crag, "or you die" finished Grit pulling a large shotgun off his back. "Do your stuff Kreg" said Drek. I stepped forward and statred talking to the Slig. "Listen chump, If you don't tell me the code now these guys will kill you" I said calmly trying to make him calm down. "You don't understand I can tell you the code but they'll change it in a couple of seconds, you'll just have to kill me" He squeaked.

I think he thought that we needed him toescape so we couldn't kill him but Grit was seeing differently. "Ok" he said.
He pulled the trigger on his shotgun, blowing the poor guys head off...