Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Unknown - Chapter 14e - by nova

Now came the tricky part, the linkup with our people. This was where, if done wrong,or even right sometimes, a dumbass would shoot you because they were jumpy. We pulled it off with minimal shouting and zero shooting.

Kat came running up to me. I was pleased to see the relief on her face that I was still alive but I didn't have the concern when she saw I was hit.

"Oh my god! You've been shot!"

If she asked me if it hurt it was going to be hard to resist the urge to knock her upside the head. I hurt, hurt badly, and it was making me short tempered. Instead she asked me, "Did you kill the asshole?"

"No. Rodriguez did." I wasn't sure of that. Was it him or Miller? I was having problems concentrating. "Do the buses have first-aid kits?"

"I don't know. I can check."

"Good. Do it."

I wasn't the only one hurt. Second squad had one with a leg wound and one of the parents was dying. Not bad work.

Miller was getting everyone moving. The parents, instead of being mindless cattle bitching about whatever was on their little minds were helping. I could remember a time when that would have been a miracle. Now it was a rarity.

5 comments:

  1. Guess you pick up team player skills and manners once your life depends on it

    -TheDreamer

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  2. Dreamer,

    I think those people who had a history of tribal ties an extended family would be the ones who pulled it together faster. Especially if poverty had always been the norm. They would also not have the problem of their worldview being shattered.

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  3. Is the last line correct?

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  4. leper,

    Yes. In my head it was. I'm trying to say that now, as in where the story is, people act far better in an emergency.

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  5. Great stuff as always!

    IN re the last line, you said that once having people help instead of bitch would have been a miracle, but NOW it is rare.

    I'm sure you were trying to say the opposite!

    ie: "...The parents, instead of being mindless cattle bitching about whatever was on their little minds(,) were helping. I could remember a time when that would have been a miracle. Now BOVINE BITCHING was THE rarity.

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