It was safe to say, at this point, King was pretty much a disgruntled mess. He had gone to sleep one day, only to wake up in unfamilar jungle with a giant lizard in his lap. It was easy enough to dispose of with a good hard kick, but the thing seemed to have fucking family or something, which kept King pretty much busy for a good day or so, having
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"Hello, sir," he said, pitching his voice in a friendly timbre. "My name is Constable Benton Fraser. I don't suppose you're from a search and rescue party, are you?"
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"Do I look like a fucking search and rescue party?" King said, vaguely aware that he was still being chewed on. He hadn't meant to sound as irritated as he did, but quite frankly, he was irritated.
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"Fuck." King glared down at the thing that was biting him and shook his leg to try and get it off. "Get the fuck off. I said. Get. The. Fuck. OFF!"
With a particularly hard kick, King managed to fling it, sending it flying across the room. It bounced off a table and squealed, running for safety soon after. King was really starting to wish for a gun at this point. Things would be a lot easier if he could just shoot them.
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He turned to the man in front of him. "You must be King," he hazarded.
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King still felt a little tense, wary. If another dinosaur popped out from somewhere he was going to punch it in the fucking face. Or perhaps step on it. Or rip out its throat. Sounded good to him. It'd probably make him feel better anyway.
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He heard a door slam somewhere and Billy jerked, startling slightly. He heard muffled voices followed by a curse, a thump, then voices again. Then, footsteps.
Joe?
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King stopped short for a moment, looking at Billy, not sure what to think of it. Had other people ended up in dino territory too? Like with the kid thing? Then why and hell hadn't King seen anyone until now?
"What happened to him?"
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