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Post by Nathan Miller on Nov 9, 2018 0:37:25 GMT
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Post by Monty Green on Nov 16, 2018 2:13:55 GMT
Random Number Generator Chose: 7. My muse accidentally fatally injures yours. Arkadia had been plunged into chaos the moment news had come that the walls had been breached. The sound of gunfire told Monty that this was not a false alarm and as he ran across the yard, gun in hand, his whole body was rigid with tension. He'd seen grounders kill with such precision that he knew they wouldn't even need to get close to pick them off. It made his heart race, but he couldn't even think of getting himself to safety yet, his priorities were elsewhere. He was searching for one man in particular, someone he'd become separated from in the chaos of the evacuation- his boyfriend. Somehow Monty knew that Nate wouldn't be among the first to evacuate, even if that's the only place Monty wanted him to be in that moment, somewhere he'd be safe and away from the action and the gunfire.
As he ran, his finger instinctively rested on the trigger and the subtle action went unnoticed by the young man who seemed to be more focussed on keeping an eye out for hostiles. He'd seen bodies lying on the ground, casualties of the attack and Monty could only pray that he wouldn't find Nate among them. Then as he rounded a corner, he felt himself collide with another, his finger tightening around the trigger in surprise- the sound of the gunshot rang out and Monty felt hands grab at his arms but they slipped from him, unable to maintain their grip on him. It took the man a moment to realise who it was that his bullet had found and when the realisation sank in, he felt the gun slip from his fingers.
"Nate?! Oh my god!" the words left Monty's mouth involuntarily and as the man fell, he sank to his knees beside him. His hands were shaking and he made no attempt to steady them "you're going to be okay, hold on!" he told him, his tone frantic with worry as he saw the blood that was beginning to stain his boyfriends clothes. Tears began to prickle in his eyes as panic began to set in, he pressed his hands in desperation to the wound in an attempt to stem the bleeding "We're going to get you some help and you'll be fine" he had to believe that he was going to be alright, because he wasn't sure if he could live with knowing that he'd been the one to be to end his life- he wasn't about to lose the man he loved to a bullet from his gun. Nathan Miller
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