Disclaimer - I don't own My Time At Sandrock. This one-shot is written for the White Belt challenge for Write to Rank 2022 over on Wattpad. The prompt for this particular challenge was, "It's chaos all around you, but for a split second you look up and across the battlefield. What do you see or what emotion do you feel? Can you make us experience the moment in just 100 words?" And yes, the story for this challenge needed to be 100 words.
For those who don't know the My Time At game series, the Civil Corps are the local military for the various city-states in a post-apocalyptic setting, but in the case of Sandrock the city-state of Sandrock is a wild west town which is what's driving me to write for My Time At Sandrock for Write to Rank this year. The story also contains no spoilers, only speculation regarding what Unsuur did before joining the Civil Corps in Sandrock as well as leaving his exact relationship with Logan open to the readers personal interpretation. It is, after all, a story told in a hundred words.
This was one of the winners selected for this round.
In a Split Moment
A bullet flew past his head.
Unsuur felt his fingers fumble the bullets into his pistol as his head lifted to look across the battlefield at the person who shot at him.
And there was that sickening feeling of looking death in the eye; only the eyes he looked into were that of Logan.
He hesitated.
There was a fire in Logan's eyes, a madness that Unsuur thought he'd forgotten along with his past, a past that conflicted with being a member of the Civil Corps.
He hesitated and almost didn't dodge the next bullet that flew past his head.