I put the round in, hell I know I did
But sometimes I forget things and the only way to know for sure is to shoot the damn thing off
I have no time to check for more ammo
not in this situation
and these buggers keep swooping in from the air
my pulse must be 250, way off the chart
the adrenaline mixed with the fuel of antihistamines
I can handle this shit
just gotta make sure that when i shoot this thing, it actually works
I think about it a lot
and I forgot what I thought as the beast swoops in
I let off a shot
one that would hit it in the head
but it's a dud, it's a goddamn flare gun
dammit
now all I have to do is sit here and pray
and hope this beast doesn't take the jugular out of my throat
i bow down, missing it's gigantic swing
where's Kyle? where's the goddamn backup?
everything seems so surreal
how did i get up here?
what the hell is this thing?
and why am i even apart of this venture?
"to save lives"
hell, i gotta save my own first
i speak into my shoulder "where the hell is Kyle and EVAC?"
a mumbled tone, no answer
"they're everywhere" a voice shouts and then a gushing silence
i could actually hear his vertebrae hit the floor
goddammit, so this is how it's gonna end eh, I talk to myself
well, we better make it for the cause
and the beast swoops down again, teasing me, like a cat to a mouse
it knows that I don't have a chance, but if I jump, I could make it
no I won't, that's just blasphemy
but what is the other choice?
get eaten alive, or head injury as i fall into the water
i see Kyle waving behind me
"get the fuck out of there"
"no shit"
I look at the bridge falling apart and I start running
it feels as though every step I take, more bridge is falling into the darkness
with my last ounce of strength, I jump and grab the rock, slipping
and there's Kyle with his arm stretched out
I just have to reach and I'll be fine, and my hand meets his
there's no turning back for the others, they have to take their own chances
we get in the car and drive fast North
the beast forebodes back into it's cave
the blood on my arms is dry now
Kyle looks at me shocked
"we're the only two that survived"
"but what about Nicks and Nolton"
I ask, glaringly. They were my friends.
Kyle shakes his head, "they were attacked at the gates by the beasts"
but these beasts were human once, mixed genetic DNA
a real life Dr.Moreau
and I look in the side rear view mirror
looking for anything behind me
and I see Nicks and Nolton
and I think, nothing, I think about nothing
and the car hits a puddle
splashing dirt in my face
the only shower i would have for the week
and there's Nick and Nolton
they never had a chance.
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