A North Carolinian-|
Sturdy, irreligious, and hospitable to pirates.
Survivors: Part 3Ice, wind, snow. He trudged through it, moving quickly, kinetic generators keeping his body at operating temperature. Power from primary batteries routed from temperature regulation to more essential functions. Target acquisition, trajectory calculations. His mind worked and worked, and it felt good. He enjoyed it, enjoyed being good, knowing he was moving well, making good progress. He had a weapon in his hands, no idea where he got it but he had it. That was good.Survivors: Part 3 by MistyDawnAmara
Objective was up ahead on the hill. He could see it, somewhat. It was blurred from total sight by the snow. But it was there, he knew it was there.
It was always there.
The first of the army descended upon him. He leveled his rifle at the awoken man rushing at him.
Awoken man. Did he know this one? He did.
The army froze, the snowflakes froze, everything held in place.
He knew the man. He knew all the men though, all the men and women. This one was not special…
The man asked him to save his wife.
He had intended to, h
Survivors: Part 2The Awoken man died. Kamon hadn’t expected it to die. He lay down on the earth and belly crawled to the body, inspecting the wound. Deeper than it had first appeared, lower too. Yes. Dead.Survivors: Part 2 by MistyDawnAmara
Kamon-9 logged a secondary objective. Primary would be killing the Captain. Secondary would be the man's dying wish. A fellow survivor deserved as much.
A Vandal shouted behind him, a fatal mistake as Kamon snatched the dead man's machete and whipped it into the beast's neck, ether sups splitting with a hiss.
He was standing now, above the cover of the logs. The Captain looked at him, looked at his face and his eyes. Kamon wasn’t one to hide, couldn’t hide, even if he wanted to. His engineers had made sure of that.
The Captain sniffed cockily before calling his underlings to action. Kamon took the opportunity to breathe, metaphorically at least. One Captain, three Vandals, one dead so make it two. Four Shanks, four Dregs. Easy.
Three clips left on the rifle, six rounds in the handca
Survivors: Part 1He kissed Cahaya and told her to run.Survivors: Part 1 by MistyDawnAmara
He would never forget her pale blue face, like a sharp winter’s sky. Hair like icicles, tinted gold in the sunset. Eyes like magical pearls he had heard tales of, tales twined with stories of the seas.
Many times their party had split, the men taking up arms and confronting their pursuers, but this time there was extra weight on Adi’s soul. He could feel it in the songs of the universe. This time it was dark, they were low on ammo. They were tired, hungry, cold. They were not prepared to fight tonight. Not all of them would survive.
Ejiro kissed his mother, hugged his kids. His son was the youngest of the group, too young to even be able to protect them. So Cahaya took their best gun. Adi’s beautiful delicate wife with a Russian rifle in her hands and a bag half her weight on her back. He longed for the days when they were young in the town and the terrifying darkness outside was kept at bay by the walls. The dreams almost consume