Jake felt the water before the
weight of the slab. He gagged on the biofilter, trying to get his breathing
under control before his body expelled it. In the light of the flyer controls,
he tried to assess the damage. The slab had pinned the flyer to the bottom of
the river and shattered the shields. Jake floated in a pain-filled haze in the
algae-filled water, and only the biofilters were keeping him safe from the
toxins. His right arm was shredded, blood creating a red haze under the
biofilter. He couldn’t move his legs. Great. The Commander was going to really
give him hell about this.
Movement near the shattered
shield caught his eye. Long-limbed crabs with broad pinchers were climbing
through the shield, picking at the algae the flyer had carried into the depth. They
crawled over Jakes legs, and he watched with helpless horror as they probed the
biofilter. But they didn’t tear it away.
When they crawled up to his lap,
and across the harness, he tried to wave them away with his left arm. They
piled up and weighted it down, then probed again on his damaged right arm, from
fingers to shoulder. As they moved, the pain in his arm subsided, and he
realized with fresh horror that they were injecting something into him.
Soon a wave of euphoria swept over him, and he rode it back into sleep…
Continued in Part 3...
Note:
I started this last summer, and wrote a few notes to continue the story. Moved to do so tonight, so let's see how poor Jake survives this...
Note:
I started this last summer, and wrote a few notes to continue the story. Moved to do so tonight, so let's see how poor Jake survives this...
Dogs
in house:
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Houdini, Brindle
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Time
writing:
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~30 minutes
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March
word count:
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6103
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