Silent Gulch Chapter 4
"We're not going to find him," Grif complained as he and Simmons walked down the street. "I'm getting tired. Can we stop somewhere?"
"My god, we've only been walking for five minutes, and not even at a fast pace." Simmons turned toward the other red soldier. "You really need to get into shape," he added.
"At least I'm not the one wandering around a ghost town looking for my CO because I can't survive without someone to suck up to," Grif retorted.
"Then why the hell are you following me?" Simmons asked, turning toward Grif.
"Because I'm looking for my sister, dude. She was at Blue base. From past experiences we've learned that when bad things happen to us, they happen to Blue team. Therefore, my sister is in trouble, and since I am her brother, I have to help her." Grif explained it as if it were first grade math.
"Did you just use logic?" Simmons asked, surprised. "That's a sign of the apocalypse."
"Ha ha, very funny." Grif frowned at the maroon soldier. "At least I have a good reason to be here."
"My reason is a good one. Sarge and Donut are our team. I'm not going to leave them behind," Simmons shot back.
Before Grif could continue their argument a loud high pitched squeal cut him off. "Was that what I think it was?" he asked, hoping the answer would be no.
The soldiers both turned toward the direction the sound had come from. There in the street stood a mutant-looking giant bat. It stood up on its rear legs and spread its wings. At its full height it was about the size of a human and its wings were about three yards long. It opened its mouth filled with long sharp fangs and let out another high pitched squeal.
"Well, if you thought it was a bat monster, then I would say yes," Simmons muttered.
"Bat monster!" Grif shrieked before turning and running away like a scared little girl.
Simmons stood there staring at the bat creature for about ten seconds before his mind kicked back on. Before the creature could move again, the maroon soldier turned and ran after Grif, surprisingly managing not to scream like a girl.
~Sarge/Donut~
"So where are we going?" Donut asked, looking at the dusty shops around them. "This town really needs a program to clean it up. With a little elbow grease I'm sure this place would be beautiful."
"For the last time Donut, shut up," Sarge growled. "We're going to find Simmons or at least a way out of here."
"But I mean it," Donut continued. "Even if they just hosed it down it would look better. Maybe some roses here and there for some color. Oh, and some bright colorful banners. That would liven this place up."
"What is Sam Hill are you talking about?" Sarge said, turning to Donut. "What does that have to do with finding Simmons?"
"It has nothing to do with Simmons. I just think this town could use some cleaning up," Donut replied. "I didn't know we were looking for Simmons."
"Have you not been paying any attention at all?" Sarge asked, starting to get angry. "Of course we're looking for Simmons."
"Well then, I have no useful information." Donut smiled widely.
Sarge sighed and turned to continue walking, hoping that Donut would stop talking altogether.
"Hey, Sarge, what is that?" Donut pointed behind them. Sarge turned to see a blue blob of what looked like sludge following them.
"I have no idea, but it must something that those dirty Blues made," Sarge replied.
"How can you tell?" Donut stared at the blob, confused.
"Well, it's blue, so it must be from those Blues," Sarge reasoned. "That means we have to destroy it."
"Destroy it with what, sir?" Donut asked. "We don't have our guns and we don't have anything to use against it."
Sarge stood in silence as he thought it over. "Good point, Donut. We will have to destroy it with our bare hands."
Donut frowned at the thought of touching the blob. "Um, sir, is there any way we could get out of touching that thing? It looks really slimy."
"Good point again, Donut." Sarge watched as the blob slowly approached them. "Then we'll just keep walking. I'm confident that we are faster then it. Maybe we can find a weapon later to destroy it."
"I like that idea sir. Touching it probably would have ruined that manicure that I got yesterday," Donut said with a pleased smile.
The two turned continuing to walk down the street while ignoring the blue blob behind them.