Entry tags:
Go, Go, Godzilla!
Who| Eddie, Suze, and Guy.
What| Huntin' dinos.
Where| Starting at the T-rex's cage, then into the jungle.
When| Back dated to soon after the T-rex's appeared.
Warnings/Notes| Death.
Eddie was exploring the ruins, and the twisted metal of the cages that had clearly been broken apart recently, and was admiring it when he became aware of the heavy breathing behind him.
The big, heavy, breathing.
"Shit." He moved quickly back to the edge of the trees, back to where he'd wander from Suzannah, moving like the ground was lava.
"Shit, shit, what the hell..." He cursed, as he finally stopped to look back, seeing the behemoth T-rex, which, thankfully, hadn't seemed to see him.
Now he could see the bars around it, and felt a little idiotic for booking it so fast, but, you know. It wasn't every day you realized you were standing in front of a T-rex. In fact, he could solidly say this was a first.
"Son of a bitch. You see that thing?"
What| Huntin' dinos.
Where| Starting at the T-rex's cage, then into the jungle.
When| Back dated to soon after the T-rex's appeared.
Warnings/Notes| Death.
Eddie was exploring the ruins, and the twisted metal of the cages that had clearly been broken apart recently, and was admiring it when he became aware of the heavy breathing behind him.
The big, heavy, breathing.
"Shit." He moved quickly back to the edge of the trees, back to where he'd wander from Suzannah, moving like the ground was lava.
"Shit, shit, what the hell..." He cursed, as he finally stopped to look back, seeing the behemoth T-rex, which, thankfully, hadn't seemed to see him.
Now he could see the bars around it, and felt a little idiotic for booking it so fast, but, you know. It wasn't every day you realized you were standing in front of a T-rex. In fact, he could solidly say this was a first.
"Son of a bitch. You see that thing?"
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But he ran because he knew she was serious and tried to ignore the noises that came after.
Later when he had set up a trap with the coil of metal wire he'd gotten and the spikes of wood, he tried not to think about the despair in those words.
'I was done for a long time ago.'