Box

by bioldrawings

Drabble set in Gears of War 2. Spoilers. Close your eyes, soon it'll be over. They'll come. They'll come for me. Someone has to come for me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gears of War. But I do like the head explosions. Which I also do not own.

This popped into my mind and splattered all over my keyboard in about an hour, mostly as an exercise in ignoring how much I hate being in University. That might explain the upbeat mood.

It might be Maria's POV. Even I'm not sure, but labelled it with her 'cause it's not unlikely.

Box

Such cold metal such warm blood such rough skin.

Such fear and pain before the bliss of empty comes.

Such nothing.

So much pleading to cruel faces.

So many times the voices come and you hope.

You hope for human hope for mercy hope for pity never comes.

Only the empty.

Only the hope that you won't be there when they come for you again.

Come for you again and again until you can't sleep.

Until you can't bleed.

Until you think.

Was there ever time outside the box.

Was there ever life outside the box.

Better to be empty.