This is just a little writing prompt that iv had in my head since Tuesday fallowing a rather strange dream that morning. I have half of the next chapter written up, but I don't know if ill be posting more on this story.
Lights dream
Mission 115 Standard recon mission, report on hive spread and any notable discoveries. It's the only mission they have me run.
Picking up my scout rifle, I kick out the flames of my meager camp fire and set out. I've been in this dusty town a week, and have seen no signs of life or valuable tech from the golden age. Contrary to little lights protests, don't bother hiding my tracks.
Today I will finish exploring the outskirts of the town and return to the tower to report. I have no hope of finding anything, if there was something to find, it would have likely been at the center of town.
Glaring up, the sun is nearing its apex. A few hours have passed, a few more and it'll be mid day. With sweat collecting on my skin, I take my helmet off and give a hit to the plywood door covering the entrance to the next building. The door flies off it's nails easily. inside is a spread of tables and chairs, along with a long wooden cabinet along a wall with an array of glass bottles behind it. After giving the small building a once over, I decided to take a break and service my gun, with luck, there might be some water around here. With the gun field stripped, I search the bottles, several are cracked with stains on the wood beneath them. Most are empty, but under the cabinet, I find a single bottle of mineral water. Removing the cork, the mineral smell hits my nose along with another smell I don't quite recognize, with a slight tingle in my nose, I tilt the bottle up, it's once the liquid hits the back of my throat and the heat of the cold liquid and minerals hits my nose, I relies the mistake I made.
With a smile, and protests from the ghost monitoring my vitals, I return to my rifle with 2 glasses in my hand. Filling both, I drop the rifle spring and bolts into the gin and head to the door to sip the other glass. The taste of straight gin isn't appealing, but liquor is a rare commodity not to be wasted. The sun is bright and warm, doing it's best to try and tan my skin that never sees the sun, in the distance, a glint catches my eye. Realization struck a moment before the plasma shot.