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I wish it was not true but that's the way it is
Who| Nick, Luke
What| It's finally Nick's turn to goand it's actually shown on screen this time
Where| One of the labs
When| Last week of the arena, sometime before Luke's death
Warnings/Notes| Gore and stuff. Death and thangs.
They had been here for so long that Nick wonders if this is even a game still and that they just need to officially call this space station their new personal hell. It isn't too different from what they're used to. The deaths, confusion, starvation and overall routine of having to hunt down supplies and coming up with almost nothing most of the time - it's as if they never left North Carolina at all. Today's supply run had been a bust and they both knew the moment they heard noise from the vents it was time to bolt. They practically got running away from danger down to an art but being chased by a horde of slow moving undead was cakewalk compared to being pursued by two fast moving xenomutts.
Nick really, really fucking hates these things, more so than those god damn voice imitation robots. At least those were slightly easier on the eyes and come off as more annoying to him than the aliens.
He keeps his running pace at Luke's. It isn't even about running for his life as it is to make sure his friend survives this. It's becoming apparent even to Nick that he could be left alone if the unthinkable happens. He won't let it.
What| It's finally Nick's turn to go
Where| One of the labs
When| Last week of the arena, sometime before Luke's death
Warnings/Notes| Gore and stuff. Death and thangs.
They had been here for so long that Nick wonders if this is even a game still and that they just need to officially call this space station their new personal hell. It isn't too different from what they're used to. The deaths, confusion, starvation and overall routine of having to hunt down supplies and coming up with almost nothing most of the time - it's as if they never left North Carolina at all. Today's supply run had been a bust and they both knew the moment they heard noise from the vents it was time to bolt. They practically got running away from danger down to an art but being chased by a horde of slow moving undead was cakewalk compared to being pursued by two fast moving xenomutts.
Nick really, really fucking hates these things, more so than those god damn voice imitation robots. At least those were slightly easier on the eyes and come off as more annoying to him than the aliens.
He keeps his running pace at Luke's. It isn't even about running for his life as it is to make sure his friend survives this. It's becoming apparent even to Nick that he could be left alone if the unthinkable happens. He won't let it.