Bottom of the 20th Inning
Wake up, sleepy head! You can't spend the whole day in bed.
[Scout's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he did was take in a sharp breath, deeply, in and out. It was the first time in 3 days he could breathe without immense pain. He savored it.
He sat up. There was a different drone wife in the house now. She was opening the curtains to show another beautiful spring day in Mayfield. The drone of Ema had been replaced. He saw a wedding photo of them on the nightstand next to him. It had changed, too. He turned it over.
He sat there for a moment, slowly rubbing his forehead, trying to think straight. He noticed the burn on his arm was gone as well.]
What's wrong, honey? You look like you've had a bad dream.
....yeah. Guess I did.
Well it's over now, so relax. I'll go start on breakfast.
[Off she traipsed to the kitchen. Scout still sat in the empty bedroom.
He's died before. He's died countless times in his service for BLU, resurrected and shipped back out into the battle field without even a thought. All in a day's work. He's even died in Mayfield, back on his feet good as new the next day.
Why did THIS time bother him?]
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[Call to all non-drones.]
... has anyone else come back? The people in Westport? Shit...
The Milkman. He was there. He was there, and he was fine, that bastard.
[Scout's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he did was take in a sharp breath, deeply, in and out. It was the first time in 3 days he could breathe without immense pain. He savored it.
He sat up. There was a different drone wife in the house now. She was opening the curtains to show another beautiful spring day in Mayfield. The drone of Ema had been replaced. He saw a wedding photo of them on the nightstand next to him. It had changed, too. He turned it over.
He sat there for a moment, slowly rubbing his forehead, trying to think straight. He noticed the burn on his arm was gone as well.]
What's wrong, honey? You look like you've had a bad dream.
....yeah. Guess I did.
Well it's over now, so relax. I'll go start on breakfast.
[Off she traipsed to the kitchen. Scout still sat in the empty bedroom.
He's died before. He's died countless times in his service for BLU, resurrected and shipped back out into the battle field without even a thought. All in a day's work. He's even died in Mayfield, back on his feet good as new the next day.
Why did THIS time bother him?]
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[Call to all non-drones.]
... has anyone else come back? The people in Westport? Shit...
The Milkman. He was there. He was there, and he was fine, that bastard.