Heeey~~~ it's been awhile folks and I must say I've missed you all! I have to apologize for taking so long to write and upload this LONG overdue chapter! But computer-internet troubles and school work has been holding me back...that and this one was personally really difficult to type because I really couldn't figure out what was going to go on in it.
This will most recognizably be by far one of my weakest chapters so far! Hopefully I'll be getting back into the groove of things as time passes again...
oh and if there so happens to be any mentions of barrels...or hating on barrels in such a way as: "BARRELS! What the fuck did you do Barrels!", "Fucking hate barrels. or "The Barrels are the cause of all evil!" then let you be warned I am a BRO of PewDiePie and look up to him for brightening my day...or just for sheer awesomeness and major laughs! :D
Cyber cookies and milk for LordCybot and PrototypeAssassinRedemption (aka. PAR)
Also a special thanks to...
cartec677 ~~~~~~Haha just hold your horses now. There will be plenty of time for fun stuff seeing as an aftermath can span for a long while- oops did I just give a hint of something? Or am I just messin' with your mind? :P
LordCybot ~~~~~~You have been granted cyber cookies and milk! :D
RinaRnD ~~~~~~Merci Beacoup! Ah, romance...well...for that there's kinda..um...a huge hint in the summary...if that was read at all. Je ne sais pas! You could have seen the title and been all 'Holy fudge! That title sounds pretty cool! Let's see if the stary is just as cool' and not have read the summary at all! Haha, kiddin' kiddin', I'm glad to have your support with this and hope to keep it. :)
PAR ~~~~~~~Merci and you have now been given a cyber cookie enjoy! Hope you continue to like it! :)
Alrighty people time to get down to business...I OWN NOTHING (but wish I did)!
Onward Fair Squire!
Aftermath Savior: Chapter Six: Plans And Emergency Calls
You know…few say that Death is merciful…and they're right…it is merciful, but…only for when it has a sick twisted turn of events waiting for you later on. Death is only merciful when certain…toys are wanted to be played with a little longer and to torture. I just so happen to be one of those toys and my time for torture is at its peak. I…I am Kelly O'Brian…I've lost my friends, most of my family, my husband, my faith and that mystery savior…all that is left- all the I have left , is my daughter.
I've spent most of my nights thinking about that mystery figure, Experiment # 167 I believe it was, and I have concluded in my mind it could not be the one who helped Molly and I. The mere thought of it actually being him was preposterous! Yet, I will admit, I did feel a slight pang of hope that it might actually be him, but that was a useless feeling. He was sucked up in the blast along with the rest of Gunnison and its citizens. I can not allow myself to be distracted by such petty notions…I need to focus on coming up with a plan. I have to get Molly out of here and out into the world, hidden from these people.
From my little daily explorations since the ones that have made accommodations for Molly and I to 'live' here allowed me to wander. It seems that the ideal time to attempt an escape would be during the late evening. There is little to no one here, but the essential people, and that means little issues of human obstacles during the escape. I've acquired a map of this prison-like base. There seem to be pocket on the walls with brochures of maps in them. Either that means the base is very big or it is very easy to get lost walking down corridors. Either way I'm glad that those working here are incompetent enough that they require maps all over the place.
With certain items figured out within the plan my next approach would be to figure out how to gather and hide supplies needed for before, during and after Molly and I's escape. Hmm…I can possibly grab some clothes from the laundry room a few halls down from here…and a few swift kicks at the vending machines and there are drinks and snacks to eat for a little while-!
EEEEEEEEEEEP-Mrs. O'Brian, there is an emergency dealing with your daughter. Please report to your regular meeting room. Repeat Mrs. O'Brian to regular meeting room about Molly O'Brian-EEEEEEEEEEEP
E-emergency? With…Molly!? Shit, she better be okay or…or…FUCK! I don't know what I'll do if something happens to her! I've lost so much already...I can't lose the only thing I have left! With that last thought I jumped up and ran out of my cell and down the halls towards the room Molly and I normally meet in. When I reach the door to the room I throw it open and can't believe the scene set before my eyes and only one word was able to pass through my quivering lips.
"Molly?!"
Yeeeup...this was a weak one that I had to end on a cliffhanger of some sort like this.
Sorry, folks, for not holding up your expectations!
Au revoir, until next time my hopefully-still-supportive-readers-who-like-the-st ory!
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Farewell and have a grand night/day!
