A wrist of the commander was pale. It is said that mankind used to burn things like solid animal oil to brighten up. What people call 'candle' might be as pale as the wrist. The alien presence. The blood flowing on the injury was the only vividness and it was red. It was where the mutant's claw had ripped. The shoulder joint would have been shattered if Charles Snippy didn't throw himself and pushed it aside. Or it could have been worse.
An insensitive humming dropped out under the gas mask. It was mingled with laughter. Charles Snippy, who have been checking the injury, suddenly stopped. After a very short instant, so short that 0 of an electronic circuit couldn't change into 1, the sniper opened his mouth. It was a nagging voice. Captain, is this interesting to you? NOT TO YOU, MR. SNIPPY? Never. Then Captain laughed out loud. The theatrical laughter changed into a machinelike altered voice. It scratched the auditory nerve of the sniper who had no more bullet left.
Can't you be quiet? Some other monsters might hear it and come after us. Charles Snippy cleaned off Captain's injury using all of the left disinfection oil while HE was buttoning the lips for a moment. Maybe it wouldn't be a big problem even some bacteria gets into the live radioactive-mass. He would have thought so before then. But last 5 days, Charles Snippy had consumed most of medical supplies he had. And as if mocking all of his efforts, the entire world wanted Captain's death.
No, it was Captain's will to face the death. Since the world always move around by HER. Charles Snippy thought. And He acted ignoring the commander's will. Rushing mutants, exploding machines, falling rocks, heavy snowfall and big breaker, collapsing buildings, cracking ground and capsizing sky. Nothing was easy. Only one thought was in Charles Snippy's head while he had stepping over empty magazines all over the place and falling on the ground. When he struggled to stop the blood spill coming out from Captain's injury with a total wreck in his body, HE grumbled for a bottle of brandy. We're lucky to have some water, Captain, said Charles Snippy casting his eyes down. The edge view of what he sees through his goggle was dark. No light shined above it, making it solitude like death. If I go get some brandy, would you want to live here for a little longer? Would you think it might be not so bad to stay in this cold and lonely world a little longer with the minion named Charles Snippy?
MR. SNIPPY. Yes, captain. YOU'RE TIEING IT UP TOO TIGHT, AND MY BLOOD WOULDN'T RUN. That's what I want. MY MINION IS ALWAYS DOING NONSENSE. ZEE CAPTEIN swang the arm back and forward, seems like the cloth wrapped the wrist cumbersome to HERSELF. And then, suddenly Captain moved HER hands in front of upper body and put them on the air. The movement looked like grab an instrument. I CANNOT PLAY ZEE SAXOFON AS IT DOESN'T TAKE STRENGTH. I HAVE TO FIND A LEFT HAND-MINION WHO WOULD HELP ME TO PLAY. Pointless. There are no sane survivors left. Charles Snippy giggled. Captain looked back HIS minion seemed like HE had seen the smile. Even though SHE might can't see any expression since it have been hidden by the gas mask. Do I have to search with you? DO NOT ASK AN UNNECESSARY QUESTION. Charles Snippy nodded simply. Yeah, it might be a long journey, he replied as if he wanted to complain. And simply turned his back and concentrated cleaning his injury. Pretending to concentrate, he thought. I hope that you're not taking a whim. I hope that you keep desiring to have a new minion for long time, really long. And you not to pass away leaving me alone in this long and endless winter, I hope.
