Book?
Gah. Wired. Thinking of writing. Book? Gah noooot gana happan. Too lazy. And the xbox will just drag me away. Soz I will write just now. While I’m too lazy and sick of xbox for the time being.
“Fuck!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. My eyes stung. My nostrils burned. My face was burning. I began to scream at the top of my lungs.
Fuck the NSU. Fuck the gas. Fuck her. Fuck everything.
I began to panic. I was scared. My eyes were shut closed and my arms weren’t doing much to help. I lifted my left hand to my shoulder. What the fuck? Aww shit. Blood. I was shot? When the hell did this happen? I dug my fingers into the wound. No slug? Oh. Knife wound? No. wait. found it. Ow. Who the fuck shot me? I opened my eyes. .47. A fucking 47 BDE standard pistol round. I looked up. The sun was staring me down from the giant hole in the ceiling. Where the hell am I? I examined my surroundings. A fucking warehouse? How cliche. Looks like the was a struggle. Well obviously due to the 3 bodies around me. Shit. That is quite a lot of bullet holes in them. No shells? Nothing. Whoever did this took the effort of clean up. No holes in the walls.
I leaned forward and rolled the closest body over. No exit wounds. This guy is wearing a fucking. Oh shit. This is a fucking BDE agent. Oh shit. All of them are. This isn’t good. Not good. These guys are fucking top dogs. Fucking jacks of all trades. Well in this shit. I crouched down and searched the wounds for any bullets. None. These aren’t bullet holes. I checked the others for slugs. Wait.
No exit wound. No slug. No signs of any holes on any of the walls. And I’m the only one with a fucking BDE slug in my shoulder. Okay. What the fuck? So I did this? How the fuck? I don’t seem to have any weapons on me. Wait super powers? No I don’t have super powers. So. Oh. My. God. BOSWAC. Bio Organic Symbiotic Water Activated Carrier. Fuck. I’m a Carrier? Fucking. Why the hell would I be a carrier? We all had vaccines. We all took necessary precautions. We all too the fucking vaccine! Wait. The vaccine. Could it be?
Okay. Random shit. Made up as I went. Totally got sidetracked. Umm. Yeah. That story is a sack of cow shat.
