I feel less shitty now. It still hurts, but my head is a bit less foggy. The guy is silently sitting in a corner, gun in hand. Dark circles surrounding his eyes. He seems very tired. He hardly stays straight.
I groan and try to sit, but it's like I'm being stab all over again. So, I stay down. He is watching me without a word.
- I sh…ould’ve d… ied.
- Yah. You almost did. Didn't expect you to be such a tough son of a bitch.
I chuckle. Then cry because it hurts so bad.
- I was the medic. Of my team I mean.
- W…hat s… you…r name?
He has a moment of hesitation.
- Jacob. What's yours?
What’s my name? I didn't really had a use for it in quite a long time. I hardly remember it at all!
- R… R…uss.
- Russ?
- I w…as ca..lled Ru..ss.
Jacob nod. Now we both have a name to put on each other’s face.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The next day
TerrorThis is the story of a man, a scared man in a world of horror and silent death. Follow the adventure of a desperate soul trying to find it's way back to the surface, to the normal world.
