Just another day, right?
By: liljimmyurine
Disclaimer: Doom is the soul property of id software, not me. Characters are mine unless noted otherwise.
This little story came to me in a vision, really. Sixteen hours of first person shooters will do that to you. After the hallucinations passed, I slept for a long time, how long is irrelevant. I went to school (this actually happened Wednesday) and came home for spring break. And here I am writing this story. Hope you enjoy.
It's barely been two hours since the 'incident', and they're already this far from Delta Labs? I've been sitting here, pistol in hand, with nothing to do but listen to the undead and possessed pound on the door, slowly going insane. It's funny, really. You'd think that something that could open the door to another dimension could open the damned door to somebody's room. I guess not. It was just a job, just a temporary job as a lab tech on Mars. The UAC paid well, and they promised me the option to leave any time. So much for that, I'll take that option any time now.
I've been here for… twelve hours? I don't know; my watch stopped working for some reason. Thank God for Billy's contraband. Poor Billy. I'll miss him. I'd have starved if it weren't for the junk food he had smuggled onto the base. Cheetos; I never knew I could love something so bad for you so much.
Thus properly fortified with artificial ingredients, I set about finding a way out of my room. The stash Billy had been hiding also yielded a cut-down shotgun. I know what you're thinking; ' I'll bet the geek doesn't know one end from his ass'.Well, after you think; 'What the hell is a cut-down shotgun doing on Mars, let alone under hisbed? don;t ask me, and you can't ask him.Andbesides, I may be a lab geek, but I'm not a wuss. After a few minutes of searching as opposed to several hours of cowering, it didn't take long to figure that the door was the only way out. After another hour or so, I was ready to eat a bullet. The hammering and moaning outside was worse than listening to your parents at it like weasels. Within twenty minutes, I heard the chatter of an assault rifle. Finally, somebody else!
Finally, the moans stopped and somebody was hammering on the door. " Hello? Anybody in there?" A gruff voice said.
So I replied, " Yeah; let me unlock it." And I did.
The sight that beheld me was as fearsome as any monster Hell could conjure up. A gung-ho Marine, two meters tall, and armed with a shitload of guns. Whoa, I thought, this guy could make Rambo piss his pants.
