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Chapter 3 the Problems Begin
I took my time to meander over to where all the people had gathered, noting that everyone seemed to have a severe problem breathing, 'cept for me. I noticed the kid trying to act tough and macho, like a confused transvestite, and the two settlers talking about how to fix some kind of breathers for every one.
The pilot sat off to the side looking mopish about something. The other merc was hanging around the pilot, all stalkerish like, 'twas creepy. The holy man and his group were bowing and praying in all directions, and the twitchy guy hovered about.
I walked up to the group and made my introduction "Hello, I was wondering if I could join everyone?" At this a few people jumped, turned around and stared at me in surprise, while trigger happy man pointed his gun at me.
*A few minutes later*
"So who wants to go explore the desert planet first?" I ask to the collective dust particles I was surrounded by. "Ooh ooh lets send the helpless looking one to one side of the planet while the man with the gun, the 'captain', and the holy people go to the other, frikin' idiots!!"
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse I hear a gun shot back in the direction I had left from. "Oh goodie more death and mystery abound when we return to bumbum the Camp"
I ran back to the camp/crash site to find everyone in good health. "What happened?" I asked to Zeke. "I thought he was Riddick," he pointed to a man on the ground. nah it wasn't Riddick I could tell; this guy was a little on the fat side, and Riddick was almost, well maybe all, muscle.
I helped Zeke drag the body to the hole that all the bodies inhabited, but to both our surprise all the others already in the hole migrated to places unknown.
"Um where did all the bodies disappear to?" I asked Zeke as he crawled into the little hole in the grave. looking around at the barrenness of the land I could not help but to feel as if something were to go wrong
End chapter
Serin Sykes
Yeah sorry about the wait I was lazy
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye."