Escape to the City
John would find her.
Earth was gone, Humanity was gone (but here) and here and burning. Did the goddamn ship have everyone in those pods? No. Skynet. This was Skynet. And she was on the move (you keep moving, you always keep moving). She hugged the walls, then remembered the tentacles and hissed as she veered away. It was a misstep that had her ( Read more... )
Earth was gone, Humanity was gone (but here) and here and burning. Did the goddamn ship have everyone in those pods? No. Skynet. This was Skynet. And she was on the move (you keep moving, you always keep moving). She hugged the walls, then remembered the tentacles and hissed as she veered away. It was a misstep that had her ( Read more... )
Shooting missiles her ass, fucking bullshit. The hell was wrong with that son of a bitch. What if she didn't want the motherfucking building torn down? What if she liked it? Sarah found herself irrationally annoyed by the missiles comment. She wanted motherfucking missiles. And big guns. Bigger guns.
Any guns.
She twitched as she picked her way through the crumbling mess of the building. It reminded her of Mexico, a little. Mostly after she'd blown that one factory up and been chased by Interpol and what-the-fuck-ever back onto US soil where the Feds had grabbed her and threw her into fucking Pescadero.
Fucking Silberman.
She didn't even answer the alien dinosaur robot fucking Godzilla bitchface. Who the fuck called themselves Ultimate Humungosaur anyway? A fucking Saturday morning goddamn cartoon (she remembered those, vaguely--they'd played them at the damn crazy house)? It'd probably kill her or eat her or God knew what.
Ultimate, whatever. She would have given a body part for something big enough to blast a hole in its stupidass head. A cannon sounded appropriate. With a core of C-4. Sarah twitched again and kept moving.
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It was a shame to have to tear down the building, he kind of liked it. It was just a simple two-three story apartment but there wasn't anything in there, after all the furniture was moved out and stockpiled elsewhere.
But if memory served him correctly, this wall was NOT load bearing which meant...
And Ultimate Humungosaur reached out, dug his fingers into the wall and RIPPED a huge Ultimate Humungosaur-sized hole in the wall. "LUCY I'm home from de club!"
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That thing was tearing down a fucking wall. She heard the ripping of material (stone?) and then heard the bellow and decided this was going to be a shitty moment if she didn't keep fucking moving. Goddamn it. Sarah ducked through another hallway and wondered what the hell programming that talking son of a bitch had.
It was fucked up.
Whatever it was, it was freaking her right out and she'd had just about enough. She used her rebar to jam a door open and screeched to a halt. The building ended, abruptly in a a drop that would have severely injured or even killed her.
Fuck.
She flailed wildly and pulled herself back in, slamming back up against the side of the building as she edged herself along the broken remnants and reached for the ragged edge of the floor above her. She pulled herself up through sheer will alone.
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Seriously, who messes with condemned buildings anyhow?! Present company excluded of course.
Then it clicked. Maybe he was scaring that person who had yet to even yelp. It could be.
"I come in peace!" called out Ultimate Humungosaur. "Um... take me to your leader? Bwa Weep Ghrana Weep Ninny Bong? No hablo English?"
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If that fucker came near her, she'd aim for his eyes.
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"That does it." Stomping in, he poked his head up through the floor near Sarah. "Hello? This is the last warning, this building's gotta come down, it's a danger to the area!"
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