Together they sat on the girder, eleven of them eating scavenged food from that day's raiding. Cowled under brown and grey cloaks, they watched two separate packs converge on the bridge. Surprised by the amount of gunfire the group, that was doubtlessly a rival band, in the middle produced, before apparently jumping off the bridge. They would wait until the pack moved elsewhere before seeing if there were any supplies left over from the band. One of them, a young survivor they had brought along, whispered that the band was hanging from the bridge, but one of them had fallen into the water. Those around her shushed the youngster into silence, continuing to eat as the storm clouds began to release lighting.
Pain, so much hurt. he screamed as he hit the turbulent water, the ruined remains of his left arm spiking pain at the impact. The water slapped him, feeling like concrete, before it closed around him, pouring through stress fractures and cracks in his armor. His helmet was sealed but he felt his armor drag him down, lacking the strength to swim with the waterlogged armor. Thrashing and jackknifing in the flowing current, he tried to rise, but continued to sink. A faint trace of blood leaked from his arm, and Marcus knew he was out of options.There was only a limited supply of oxygen in his helmet and auxiliary tank, and asphyxiation is not an easy way to die.
He hated it, but quick was all he had left. It made him sick to realize it, but he was going to die. At least he could pick how. Brutus had won.
Remembering that the helmet would not unseal while under water, he reached for his sidearm, but it was gone. Crying now from the pain, he took his combat knife out of its sheath as he sank down towards the bottom. He gripped the knife, and smashed the handle into his visor. The glass crackled from the impact, powered by his steel joints. Over and over he hit the glass, slowly causing it to buckle into submission. Soon water squirted onto his face from minuscule cracks. As his feet touched bottom, he gave a final swing and the glass yielded. As water rushed in, and he felt fresh water on his face for the first time, he looked up, no sunlight was visible. It was all black His eyes stung from the water, but kept them open. Once his lungs began to burn, he breathed in the liquid. It hurt, but he knew it would only last so long. As his vision began to fade, he looked down. There were four people looking up at him, beneath a glass dome.
When she heard the thump on the ceiling, she figured it would be a chunk of debris. Groaning, Erin set her pawn down and headed towards the pressure lock. She had lived down here for eight years, spearheading research on some of the Pax's experimental designs. Then the world ended, and when most of her team had been provided with an unexpected leave. Hours later her and the skeleton crew listened as the world tore itself apart. They had everything they needed, and what they wanted was impossible. 589Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZj86xyMV1g
As she reached the pressure lock her chess partner, Devin, shouted that it was a person on the dome. Fumbling with the diving suit in her surprise, she manged to pull the suit on, cursing as Devin shouted that the person was moving. As the airlock flooded with water, she felt the apprehension rise with the water level. At best, another human. At worst, something that could tell her what had happened. So long as they don't drown.589Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDF3dq4Pw88
