Snapping and scraping ensued in my desperate bid to crawl from the clutches of the radroaches.
I reached for the handle of a nearby bathroom as one of the roaches stuck its sticky legs to my foot and attempted to run off with it. I kicked frantically at it with my free leg, though this only produced wild chirps and gurgles that I could only interpret as "Oi! Quit kicking me!"
"Hes over here!" I heard what I assumed was one of the overseers guards.
"Ah crap." I moaned as I lay beneath the pile of 'yuck' and 'ooh get it off' and knew it was the end.
I heard "Boohyah." followed by a sharp cracking sound. I had just been saved by Butch and the Tunnelsnakes. I turned to see the remaining radroaches, one of which was missing an antenna, scurry down the hall in defeat.
What the hell?
Butch stood heroically with a Vault Tech Big Leagues baseball bat resting on his shoulder like he'd just slayed a dragon.
Ugh, I'd rather of died.
"Who's the man...!" Butch waited for his 'lackeys' to finish his sentence.
"You the man!" They cheered in unison and Butch raised the bat into the air to accept the claim.
Just hit me. Hit me right in the face. Just bring it down tough guy.
But he didn't, and I was forced to accept his hand as he offered it to help me up from my horribly embarrassing position. After pulling me up he immediately wiped his hand on his jumpsuit, prompting me to notice the splattered radroach guts on my own jumpsuit.
"Gah! Thanks a lot Butch, now I'm covered in goop!" I bitched.
He in turn pointed the bat in my face.
"Hey, I just saved your sorry ass and your worried about a little guts on your dress?"
Okay I deserve that one.
"So... what, are you gonna drag me to the overseer now big shot?" I questioned.
"Overseer? Heck no, we wanna get outta this dump, ya know like your pops." He looked at his pals and they all nodded very serious like. "And since your his kid, you should know how he got out, and your gonna help us got it?
"I don't know how he got out-" I tried to explain but Butch interrupted me.
"Listen you! I know all about you and Amatas little plan to escape, so you-" It was my turn to interrupt him.
"How did you know about that?" I pressed.
He looked kind of confused for a moment, like I had asked him to solve a mathematical problem, or any problem for that matter.
"Duh, well..." His face began to contort into what I could only describe as 'stupid'.
"We saw her talkin' to her pops by the cells on the second level." He explained straight out like it hadn't just taken him a full minute to retrieve the information from his thick skull.
"Is she in trouble?"
"Well the overseer did have a guard there standing with'em." He recalled.
"Argh." I paced for a second, checked the jammed pistol in my pocket, then looked at Butch and the gang.
"Fine, here's the deal, you help me get Amata and you guys can tag with us." I bargained, hoping Butch hadn't lost his new-found courage.
"Eh, I don't know, the overseers got guards and we only-" He started.
"Look, you said its only one guard, plus the overseer, plus there's four of us, if we sneak up and jump them they'll never have time to call for backup." I argued.
"Four to Two." Wally chipped in with a very stoic nod.
Butch looked around at his buddies and the radroaches scurrying about.
"Yeah! An' we can get'em easy with all this chaos going on!" He finally yelled out.
It would be not much longer until I learned what real chaos was.
Wally tossed a pair of brass knuckles my way as we headed down the hall when something caught my eye. At the opposite end of the hallway, a radroach with one antenna sat glaring at me.
Mother Fu-
