So when we last left off, grade-A-minus bitch Yan was sadistically forcing Sierra to choose. Hand, knee or a ten-year-old.

Of course it’d be great if they could find a fourth option, but I’m thinking it’s going to be the hand.

“My hand.”

Booyeah.

45-45 odds at worst, I know, but it still feels good to get it right.

Yan smirked, taking the gun out of the boy’s mouth.  “Put it flat against the wall.”

Maybe if Sierra gets lucky here with the placements, she could disarm Yan. But even then they’d still have two strong, combat-trained guys and one strong, combat-trained woman against a young, untrained woman and an even younger, untrained teen girl who seems to have submitted to the opponents… as well as, what, seven kids, ten and below?

Honestly, the kids might be the key to turning the tide here. Do not underestimate kids. They can be vicious. (The fact that I just came from playing Minecraft, where baby zombies are significantly more of a threat than adult zombies, only strengthens my conviction on that front.)

Alternatively, the key might be Skitter’s return. While it’d be an unexpected rescue from the characters’ perspective, it wouldn’t be a deus ex machina, because both this chapter and natural consequences of recent events have set up the return as something that should either happen now (15.1 is also acceptable, but disappointing) or not for a long while still.

That, and I want to see Taylor react to finding out that the ABB members she hired are in fact shitty people and she made a mistake in hiring them.

…actually, that last thing is part of what I don’t like about this chapter so far. There was so much potential for these three to get partially reformed, and then as soon as we see them again they go and do this. Maybe there still is potential, though. It depends on how forgiving Taylor is feeling.

Though I doubt she’ll be in a great mood after Jack and co. escaped the city.

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?

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!

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!”

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.