Lead medic Amy Rose stomped around the med bay, shouting the same question over and over again...
"Where is he!" Amy demanded. A fellow soldier put his hand on Amy's shoulder, trying to calm her senses.
"Where is who?" The soldier asked ever so soothingly. Amy pushed his hand on off her shoulder, a serious look spreading across her face.
"Not now, Sonic. I'm refering to the wounded private who was recorving from dis-memberment."
"You mean the man with the missing arm?"
"Yea, how'd you know?"
"I heard bout it." Amy contuined to stomp around the med bay, disturbing medics and patients alike. Amy Rose may be a gentle person, but she is also easily frusterated.
"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LOSE TRACK OF AN ARMLESS SOLDIER!" Amy screamed, kicking a table out from underneath. Private Sonic gave up on his attempt to calm her.
"I dunno..." he said blankly. He walked out of the med bay and headed towards the gate to check the perimiter. He prayed that Amy would stay safe, and possibly away from Chuck and Lynch. Sonic had caught those perv's checkin her out through Lynch's sniper scope. Sonic couldn't blame them though. If Amy hadn't had been storing those double D's in her bra, then mabye people wouldn't stare at her that much. Sonic shrugged off the thought and began to jog to the gate, believing that the faster he went, the faster the day would be over with.
Private Shadow slammed his fists against the locked door, leaving a cut on his knuckles. Private Miles and Private Shadow were still trapped in the detention center, bored out of thier minds. They were only fed two trays of food a day, followed by bottled water to stay hydrated. Private Miles began to hum a tune. A tune he learned back from when he was a kid. Back to when every thing was innocent and good. Those days we're over, Miles thought. Now, when you try to prevent a homicide, you get jailed and punished. That makes complete fucking sense...
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Private Shadow exclaimed, ramming his fists once more on the door, leaving a dent in the metal surface.
"What?" Miles asked with a concerned look on his face.
"We've been in here for A FUCKING DAY! I don't know bout you man, but I'm BORED AS SHIT!"
"Don't worry..." Miles said, trying to calm Shadow down, "We can't be in here for much longer. I mean, its not like we killed anyone. We just commited battery..."
"Yea? Well lemme tell you somethin, kid. Some of the higher-ups are serious assholes." Private Miles snickered at this.
"Tell me bout it."
Gun shots filled the air as Private Josse was taking pot-shots at some targets on the range. After a long shift of guard duty, Josse liked to relax by practing his shooting skills at night. Shooting targets in the partal darkness was a challenge. But a fun challenge to Josse. OOoh Damn, Josse said to himself. He had just hit the red center of the target board!
"Headshot, bitch..." Private Josse muttered to himself. Josse heard foot-steps behind him. It was Private Silver, his white coat giving away his identity. But his upper-shoulder features still hide in the darkness.
"Oh hey Silver!" Private Josse said, sounding excited. "You see that? I just scored a ten! I'm probably the Army's most bad-ass sharpshooter!" Private Josse shoved his M17 in the air, pretending to shoot birds out of the sky. Private Silver moved slowy towards Josse, his upper-shoulder features still lay hidden.
"Umm... you wanna take a pot-shot?" Josse asked, extending his weapon towards Silver, expecting him to take it. Silver made a swift... un-human motion at the weapon, knocking the gun out of Josse's hand. Private Josse backed up.
"Come on man, your scaring me!" Josse cried out, fists at the ready. Private Silver walked out of the darkness to reveal half of his neck missing, his head only connected by nothing but his spine. Private Josse vomited.
"You need some help, man!" Josse shouted at the soon-to-be-cannibal. Private Silver just kept on walking, with his arms extended and his teeth bared out.
"HEELLLLPPPP!" Those we're Josse's last words before Silver tackled him to the ground, gnawing at Josse's leg. There was blood and tissue leaking out everywhere from the wounded leg. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!" Private Josse screamed. Silver made no reply as he was tearing at Josse's leg, now revealing bone. Josse kicked the Cannibalistic Silver off him with his good leg, and ran for help, dragging his deformed leg across the sand.
