Y'know, falling from a tree hurts a lot more than you'd think. And I've done that before; so don't try to tell me otherwise. But falling from a five-story building and onto a tree is a whole different type of pain.
I'm lucky alright. Like don't get me wrong, falling off a building isn't lucky in any normal circumstance. But compared to the others that fell off with me, I'm pretty sure they'd wish they were me…if they could still wish at all.
You've heard the stories of the covenant and their conquests, but unless you see them for your own eyes, you don't really believe them. And well, I believe them now. I don't really have a choice anyways, theirs literally a squad of grunts below me finishing off whoever else fell.
Mm…don't you love the fresh smell of seared flesh?
It really sucks man…this situation I mean. Like what're they going to put in my obituary? Fifteen-year old brat with bad grammar dies to covenant? Nah, that's a terrible way to go. At least leave out the bad grammar part.
Oh yes, where was I? Hmm…seems to me like I'm trapped in a tree while grunts are slaughtering civilians right under me and the building next to me is being cleaned out by grunts…
What? No, I don't have supernatural psychic powers that tell me what happens through walls. You can just smell them. They literally smell like farts.
Ah, I hear it now. The soft pitter-patter of our ballistics in the distance. If I weren't such a cynic at this soft, young age, I'd think that I was saved. Well I was safe. These grunts, I heard, weren't known for their keen senses or situational awareness. So I'm perfectly content sitting in a tree.
Fine, I'm not technically sitting. Sprawled out among branches whilst being impaled by what I think is a chair leg doesn't really roll off the tongue, okay?
Huh I didn't notice that before. I should stop slouching really; it's quite bad for my back I heard. Wouldn't want to disappoint my dead parents.
Oh, the gunfire is getting quite loud now. I think there are some marines below.
I think I shout, "help," at least I tried to. There's too much blood in my mouth. And I really am starting to feel the damn chair leg. Ah fuck, I'm losing my vision. Is this what it feels like to die? Man, I wanted to join the corps too. Well then, I'm fine with some peace and quite for once. Ah yes the sweet relief of death. Hopefully, they'd leave out the bad grammar part on my tombstone. Wait, can I even afford a tombstone? Shit. I think there's still some money in the bank account. Do I even need a tombstone? I heard the covenant glasses the planets. Then I'd need to hav-
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Well he blacks out at the end, just to clear up why this chapter ends like this. I'll probably write another chapter if anyone bothers to read this [chapter] lol.