So I got distracted for a while there by humongous slime cubes and teaching llamas to spit fire, but there’s still time to get in a short Worm session tonight. Let’s try to make some progress, shall we?
Tag: Chapter 14.i1
Also, I have been informed by Sharks that there’s a second Interlude after this one. 🙂
Thank you. I’m just… getting a bit frustrated myself by having to continually postpone the rest of the chapter.
That said, I’m rather sleepy tonight. Should be better tomorrow, because weekend, and I’ll have a lot more free time to blog too. So yeah, I do think I’ll postpone it one last time. Sorry!
I’m quickly discovering that I’m not really in the mood for this right now, leaving me easily distracted and prone to uninteresting commentary. I’m sorry. Let’s try again tomorrow.
Sierra glanced at the kids who had shrunk back against counters, cabinets and the wall. There were tears tracking through the dirt on their faces, but they were mostly managing to keep quiet.
“Well?” Yan asked, raising her voice.
Sierra couldn’t bring herself to speak. Being shot in the hand- she might never use it again. But the knee was supposedly the part of the body that had the hardest time recovering from a major injury.
Hm. I think if I was forced to choose, I’d go with the hand. Being forced to use only one hand sounds better than having trouble walking. Even if I am a sack of ‘taters.
Yan bent down and grabbed one of the oldest boys by the hair. Ten years old, blond hair in bad need of a cut and a pugnacious nose. He squealed and writhed in pain at the grip on his scalp, until he wrenched himself out of Yan’s grip, falling flat on his back.
Clock is ticking, Sierra.
The girl jammed the gun in his mouth before he could recover, and he froze.
“Choose!”
For Charlotte this choice would definitely be easy.
But just how hard is Sierra by comparison?
There was something at play there that Sierra hadn’t been told about. “Leave her alone!”
Hm? History between Charlotte and Sugita?
Surely nothing good.
“Shut up, bitch,” Yan stepped closer, waggling the gun, “You want to get shot?”
Few people want that.
I’m sure Crawler did at one point, and a couple other weirdos, but for the most part it’s not something we want.
“Just let us go. Do whatever the fuck you want here, it’s on your head, but let us go.”
I don’t get the impression they’re gonna let you off that easily.
“Don’t think so. I hate arrogant bitches. Going to spoil my mood if I don’t do anything about it. Your choice. I can shoot you through your palm, shoot you in a knee, or I can shoot one of the kids.”
Somehow I feel like Mannequin would appreciate this ultimatum. Maybe Jack too.
Let’s keep going!
I’m a bit sleepy and there’s a lot left of this Interlude – it looks like it might be around twice as long as a typical chapter, at least? – so I think I’ll stop here for tonight. See you tomorrow for the next part!
“Leaving us to clean up the mess?”
“Sierra,” Charlotte spoke, her voice quiet, “Not worth it.”
Charlotte’s right, even with her own concerns about running low on food.
Yan gestured with the gun, and Sierra listened this time, stepping out of the way.
Sugita and Jay headed past the counter and into the kitchen, while Yan stood where she could block the front door. Sierra could see Charlotte shrinking away. Like a shark that smelled blood, Sugita turned his attention to her.
Sugita… *pulls up Google Translate on a suspicion*
…does not mean “shark”. It means “passed away”.
Yan means “eye”.
He stepped close, invading her personal space.
Fuck off.
Don’t show fear, Sierra prayed.
But Charlotte did. In an instant, it was as though she was a different person than she’d been five minutes ago. Weak-kneed, cringing, not even resisting as Sugita grabbed at her wrist.
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