Giving Up the Ghost (prologue) - Bandom, MCR, Bob/Gerard.
Giving Up the Ghost
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Prologue
Bob lies twitching on his stomach in the sand. Blood's caked on his face in a jagged line - he can tell by the iron in the air, the way his forehead won't move right - and his gun's out of reach, on the other side of a black boot that won't move for anything.
He tries crawling for it anyway.
It's so goddamn stupid. He'd heard the report, knew Route Guano was crawling with Dracs, but no, he'd had to be the big fucking hero and take the shot anyway. Better than Gerard, who'd heard the report just like Bob and insisted they try.
They've never left the vaccines so exposed, he'd said, with that angelic look on his face, and the colony needs them.
Gerard wasn't wrong, but it was such an obvious trap that Frank and Ray had held him back when he'd gone for his car keys. It gave Bob the chance to sneak out when no one was looking. Better someone else spring the trap. Better anyone but Gerard.
Fucking. Stupid.
Korse raises his gun, and Bob exhales a shuddering sigh. If he's honest with himself - and if there's any time to do it, it's now - he's not just relieved Gerard won't be the one face down in the sand this time. He's tired of the late-night attacks, tired of eating dog food with dirt coating the can, tired of listening to Dr. Death Defying like he'll announce the end of it. Like it's fucking possible for it to end.
He waits for the blast, and for darkness.
He gets it.
part one