Chapter 11; Paradise is Hell, Life is something Far worse..
Peppy sank into his armchair loosely and yawned. He glanced at his clock, sitting upon a finely carved tableau.
"Heh, Its only 10 am. I could use some more rest…" Peppy seated himself comfortably, sighing; "Why is time moving so slowly? There has to be something to do around here"
He grabbed the remote and turned on his T.V. "Nothing…" Static, on every channel. "What's up with that?" Peppy was curious, so he reached for his phone and picked it up off the receiver; nothing but Static.
"Damn, something's… going on" He started to sweat, his breathing quickened. Peppy became nervous. It wasn't like himself to get worked up so easily, but this was different.
Why now? he thought That's a strange coincidence
Peppy got up half-heartedly, he just wanted to snooze, but his heart was racing. He had left the lights off because the suns rays had provided enough luminescence. He went over to the switch and flicked it. Nothing happened. Peppy swallowed. He tried another switch, nothing was responding!
Peppy went straight to the entrance and slammed the button to open the door with the palm of his hand. It wasn't functioning! He was caged inside of his house like some kind of prison.
"Shit" he cursed "Where the hell are Fox and the gang when you need 'em?" Peppy lay his back against the wall, and slid to the floor.
"If I was younger, I could find a way to get outta here" He shook his head and stared at the ceiling. "Who would have done such a thing?"
Just then a blast rocked his house and two figures crashed through a window adjacent to the door. Peppy didn't recognise them at first, but as they neared, tears came to his eyes;
" Bill, Kat what are you doing here?" He was overwhelmed to see them, everything was happening so fast.
"We came here to save your old hide, Peppy. Just relax and don't have a heart attack"
"They've got RPGs" Kat exclaimed "You help out Pep', I'll cover you" She brandished an LMG that was strapped to her back "Cover your ears!" Kat loaded an oversized box magazine into the chamber and pulled the trigger. She was intense, nailing suppressive fire into the skulls of her foolish enemies. "Die bastards"
"We have to get the hell out of here now!"
Peppy could barely hear Bill under the barrage of shells and explosions;
"There's a back entrance, but its locked as well!"
"Fine, we'll blast our way out if we have to!"
Bill and Kat, with Peppy lagging behind, rushed through the hall to the back entrance;
They didn't have much more time…
To be continued…