the raven (a reinterpretation)I hear the word come from out of the darkness - 'Nevermore' - a deep, negro voice. And I stand dead still and I feel the blood between my toes. I shiver and the light extends only a couple of meters ahead of me. I hold my gun in both my hands but I shake so much I can't hold it straight. And I hear my breath tremble and I hear the word again - 'Nevermore'. And I shake and I look down and see and smell the men I fought beside, the men I would have died for but are now worth nothing to me. Now it's just me. Nothing but me and the voice, and it says it again - 'Nevermore'. Such a beautifully clean voice. Terrifying pure and bodies are dismembered beneath my feet. No deserted arm belongs to any man more than any other. And I hear the word again and I feel something cold and harsh and clean on the back of my neck. A giant claw, a talon. And I hear 'Nevermore' and my gun drops out of my hand. It sinks into the blood and bone beneath my feet and the talon pulls on my neck, twists it around anthe raven (a reinterpretation) by ~Johvmac
Andy - 2I step outside of the door and nearly close it, but reach my hand through and pull the chain across to lock it. I should probably get a proper lock. Two men start walking up to me in patroller uniform. My first reaction is to make a run for it, but then I remember I'm wearing the same uniform as them. I stumble around and pretend not to notice them. Oh shit they're right in front of me. One's trying to talk to me: 'You Andy Dout?'Andy - 2 by ~Johvmac
I pretend to be confused. Everything's easier here if people think you're stupid. 'Uh… Yeah?'
'The chief has requested your presence. He has an assignment for you.' Damnit. I thought they would have forgotten I exist by now.
'Um… Okay, let's go!', I start steaming off, hoping they don't notice my odour or appearance. They do. One pulls me back by the shoulder.
'You can't see the chief like this. You smell like shit and you've got blood all over your suit.' I didn't see the blood. Must have been from when I punched the mirror earlier this morning.
Andy - 1Sounds like someone is trying to jackhammer through my door. I push myself out of bed. My clothes stink from last night. Head hurts from last night too.Andy - 1 by ~Johvmac
I shout at whoever is at the door 'Shut the fuck up, I'll be there in a minute.'
I look over my room for some clothes I haven't already worn this week. Can't find any. I run over to the door and look through the eyehole. It's a patroller, all dressed up in his stupid camouflage. He looks about my age, but he's a fair bit bigger.
I shout through the door 'What are you doing here?'
the man shouts back 'Are you Andy Dout?'.
'Yep, that'd be me, now what the fuck are you doing here?'
'I'm here to collect you. You've been drafted. I believe you're joining the scavengers.'
Yeah, over my dead body. Knowing me, if I joined the scavengers I probably wouldn't even get eaten. I'd probably just get isolated from the group, they'd leave me behind and I'd either have to carve out my own stomach or starve to death.
I knew they'd catch on to me