*Thumb Thumb THUMB*
Here I stand amongst the smoke listening to the sound of the alien closing in. It feels like I'm standing alone facing a titan.
'Guess I'm going to have to be David in this situation. I have to take down this goliath.' I think while I softly chuckle.
*THUMB THUMB*
I reach for my rifle, readying it.
'What am I doing? I already know this won't work.'
Laying down my rifle I pick up Seth's grenades.
'Four is better than two.' I think while looking around for more, unsuccessful I steel my resolve.
'This smoke will be my shield and my sling. If I can mask the grenades in the smoke it won't be able to catch them. Of course this is all an assumption but its all I have. I just hope that I won't kill other survivors.'
Watching for any movements in the smoke I stand completely motionless.
There! a growing shadow against the smoke, I arm a grenade and roll it towards the shadow.
*Tink Tink Tink*
*BOOM*
A flash of light in the smoke as the alien screeches and starts charging in my direction, although the damage has slowed it down the rage runs hot in its veins making it forget all pain.
It breaks through the smoke and crashes into me. My bones groan under the force as I'm knocked back. As I hit the ground pain shoots through my back, fighting through the pain i arm another grenade.
As I look around for it, it's gone. Back into the smoke, and this time it feels like it knows where I am.
I try to get up from the ground but my legs aren't responding.
'Fuck, guess I got hit harder than i thought. My legs aren't working. Must have hit my spine on something.' I think to myself as I claw my way over to crate.
'Hahaha, here I sit with my back against a stupid box. Two busted legs, several ribs are definitely broken and I've got no idea where this fucker is at. I can't hear it at all.' I look down at the armed grenade, and blindly roll it into the smoke.
*BOOM*
Silence.
'Nothing?'
I sit in silence, just listening. Unsure of what to do. My best bet is to wait.
The silence deafening, corroding at my mind. After 10 minutes of deafening silence tearing at my sanity my anger takes over.
"COME ON!!!" I yell out arming another grenade.
"COME GET ME YOU FUCKER!! I'M NOT SCARED! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
Nothing again. Just more silence. My body exhausted threatening me with sleep.
'Not now, I can't fall asleep. It's still out there, mocking me. Waiting for me to show weakness.'
And then sleep takes me, still holding an armed grenade in a iron grip.