Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 0:13:11 GMT -6
This was what scared me more than anything else. This sudden change in my mood, in my intentions, in my behavior. There were five in total. The one who was driving stayed in the car and the other four entered the houses, destroying everything. But there was very little to destroy. Every piece of furniture had long since become firewood, every utensil had been taken away, every sheet, blanket, duvet, dress had disappeared. I could hear them from my refuge. Even though they were far away, in the profound silence of the mountain night those shots came to me clearly. Until my door exploded into splinters and pieces of wood. It was well armored, at least that's what I thought. They blew it up, then came in shooting wildly.
But I wasn't that stupid. After the first shots there was silence, then I heard them throwing everything they could reach to the ground. And in the meantime they were Special Data yelling at me to come out. I only have a vague memory of everything that happened afterwards. It was as if I were there, present at that slaughter, yet outside, not absent, but a spectator. It was I who, like an uncontrolled fury, killed those four thugs, with the sole strength of my hands and my teeth, and it was I who looked at that indescribable scene with wide eyes. The fifth man never entered my house and it was good for him. I heard the off-road vehicle skidding on the asphalt and then moving away at great speed. If up until now the Desperate had shown courage in every situation, what had I become, then? What had that man seen or heard that made him run away like that? These questions tormented me in the following days and still torment me.
I have to leave here, but I have no means of leaving this place. I have decided to stay until more of the Gang arrive. Then I'll have more food and a car to go elsewhere. Two days after that the man returned. Alone. I had repaired the door as best I could, it wasn't as armored as before, but at least it didn't let out the cold. I heard the car arrive around three in the afternoon. It remained stopped fifty meters from the shelter for several minutes, until I lost patience and went out. Now that I think about it, that wasn't a sensible move. The man could have shot me. But he didn't. He put it in reverse instead and tried to drive away as soon as he saw me. The car hit a tree heavily and the engine stopped.
But I wasn't that stupid. After the first shots there was silence, then I heard them throwing everything they could reach to the ground. And in the meantime they were Special Data yelling at me to come out. I only have a vague memory of everything that happened afterwards. It was as if I were there, present at that slaughter, yet outside, not absent, but a spectator. It was I who, like an uncontrolled fury, killed those four thugs, with the sole strength of my hands and my teeth, and it was I who looked at that indescribable scene with wide eyes. The fifth man never entered my house and it was good for him. I heard the off-road vehicle skidding on the asphalt and then moving away at great speed. If up until now the Desperate had shown courage in every situation, what had I become, then? What had that man seen or heard that made him run away like that? These questions tormented me in the following days and still torment me.
I have to leave here, but I have no means of leaving this place. I have decided to stay until more of the Gang arrive. Then I'll have more food and a car to go elsewhere. Two days after that the man returned. Alone. I had repaired the door as best I could, it wasn't as armored as before, but at least it didn't let out the cold. I heard the car arrive around three in the afternoon. It remained stopped fifty meters from the shelter for several minutes, until I lost patience and went out. Now that I think about it, that wasn't a sensible move. The man could have shot me. But he didn't. He put it in reverse instead and tried to drive away as soon as he saw me. The car hit a tree heavily and the engine stopped.