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Has nothing to do with PSO but fanwork nonetheless
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Continued for the one or two fans. <.<

Damn it, I thought. I flinched.
I opened my eyes to see what damage had been done.
There was no head peering through the partially opened door. I wiped sweat off my forehead and turned towards Ayla’s direction.
She was shaking still facing the door, the chair above her head wobbling unsteadily. I stepped near her and gently put my hand on her shoulder.
“Its –“
She rashly swung the chair down in my direction. I closed my eyes and embraced myself for impact.
I opened my eyes and say a wooden leg inches from my left cheek. Ayla was breathing in ragged gasps. She then collapsed on her knees, dropping the chair in the process. Ayla must have never seen or heard a real gun go off, much less be so near one. Me included, but I was more prepared for it since I as the one pulling the trigger. Or perhaps it was the fact that we just had an encounter with a dinosaur.
I got on one knee and mildly presented her with my hand. She took a few more breaths then hesitantly took it and we slowly stood up.
“Are you ok?” I asked faintly.
“Yes, I’ll live.” She responded.
I examined the door and saw two bullet holes.

But no blood.
I took the small packets of bullets from the box. 34 bullets, that means we have two extra clips.
“So, what now?” I asked Ayla.
“Well, if we plan on going out here we need to take the medical and food supplies with us,” She said shaking her head, “and I don’t know how we are going to tote it around while we are trying to fend off those things.”
“Hmm, that is going to bit of a problem isn’t it?”
”Yeah … it is. Any bright ideas? We are scientists ya know.”
I tapped my index finer against my chin repeatedly. I scanned the room over and over.
“One of us could hold it while the other attacks.” I suggested.
“But that would decrease our defense percentage.” She argued.
“I see, hmmm… Maybe we could kick it along?”
“That might damage the items, plus it gets tiring.”
”Well, maybe we can tie a string to your box and drag it along.”
”That is a good idea … we would just have to drop the string when we encounter something.”
”Great, there’s a small rope in the janitor closets, but until then, I suggest we carry the box, you know where the closet janitor closet is?”
”Yeah, its probably not more than a couple hallways from here, We can check the map at the end of this hallway.” She said.
“Ok lets go.” I said.
She put the outlying food and medical supplies into the box with the rest of them. She then put a couple of chair legs in there too. She held it at chest level and we started out the door.

We journeyed to the Janitors closet that was closet to us. We arrived there without mishap asides from mental paranoia. The silliness of it all, Ayla opening the Janitor’s door while I stood a few feet in front of it with gun poised. Nothing could be inside a closed door, but like I said; paranoia.
I went inside to search for the rope and scouted a few other useful objects. I came across some batteries, 2 of which were the right size for the flashlight, but we took the whole stack of batteries incase we came across any other electronics. In a dark corner of the confinement cowered a box, slightly larger and more durable than the one we currently had. (Its edges were about as wide as a thumbs’ fingernail) We piled the current luggage into the new box and punctured a hole in the top midsection of one side using a small pealing knife. Ayla stated that it was to small to use as defense but we should carry it anyway. Her reason: It didn’t take up much space anyway.
“Just wrap it up with some of this plastic wrap so it doesn’t cut anything.” I warned.

“I know, I know.” Ayla whined.
“Just making sure.” I replied.
We then acquired the rope which was lying in a toolbox. We slipped an end through the hole we made and tied it tightly.
“There,” I said, pulling the ends, “what is our next destination.”
“I don’t know, but there should be a map of some sort in here.” Ayla said.
And she was right. She pulled a white piece of paper as if from nowhere. It was labeled plainly: MAP.
We found our position and marked it with a circle. We then marked the nearest exit with a ‘X’. It was roughly a half an hour walk. Assuming no problems of course. Problems…. the word repeated itself in my head.
It still haunts me what we did. We shouldn’t have been messing around with that sort of thing. Poor Ted. He was the first to be attacked. His screams still echo in my head. The raptor had jumped at him, knocking him down. It began shredding at his stomach with its hind claws. To me, it looked like a cat in a litter box, covering up its newly made waste. After the screams ceased the animal locked its eyes on me. I was defenseless. I was in a rolling chair for Christ’s’ sake. The beast slowly stepped toward me, mockingly almost. One step, then another … then another. Suddenly it stopped. It bent down, to a crouch. The last thing I remembered is the horrible monster leaping at me while I said, “oh, lord”. The raptor knocked me off my chair and it rolled away. Instantly I felt searing pain all over. I prayed to God to keep my family safe. I shut my eyes and waited for the sleep to take over. Then the alarms went off, shattering my ears. The drooling mouth flashed red. I felt lighter … then everything went black.
I shook my head furiously, washing the memories away, and looked at Ayla. Her face was reassurance.
There was a loud ringing in my ears and a off-white chunk feel by my feet. I turned quickly to Ayla, scared half to death. She was holding a pistol, different from the one I had found. It was a Magnum.
Ayla’s hair was standing up, “I guess it isloaded,” She said, more to herself than me.
My mouth was still agape from shock.
“Sorry.” she said and waved a hand in front of my face.
“Where … did you find that?” I asked, grabbing her hand.
“In his tiny desk drawer. I guess he was a disgruntled worker.” She cracked a smile.
“I guess.” I said irritably.
I motioned my hand forward and we started out the door. I grabbed the gun from her and checked it. It was full too, or was full, it had 5 bullets left. I handed it back to her and she kept it safely at her side. I was holding the rope to the box, which was merrily dragging along. We got halfway down the hall when we saw another shadow creeping down the hall.
“Get ready…” I whispered.

We sought out the shadow that upon having its head in our direction crept to the right passage and out of sight. We knew it had not gone far for we still smelled its foul odor about us. We just stood dumbfounded and frozen in our positions. With the state that I was taking a step and being that my right leg was in front of me, I was pained. I dare not lay my foot, which had already had its partners on the ground below set up a landing strip, on the floor.
So there I stood, or in mid-step I should say, looking like a robber tip-toeing though a house. Ayla, being lucky, had saw the beast which both feet on ground.
The atrocity then made a horrible noise. One that cannot be defined clearly but sounded much like a walrus with a snakes tongue. It was then accompanied by two other wails.

The raptors seemed to be chattering amongst themselves beyond our view. The sounds continued for about a minute until one of the raptors poked its head around the corner. Its eyes shifted within the leathery skull. Then a rainstorm appeared in an isolated area around the head. It was raining … red. Puzzled, I examined it closer and noticed a hole in the upper snout. I looked over at Ayla and she had her arms stretched outward gun in hand.
She had shot it.
The animal didn’t die, but startled its head back around the corner. Three raptors then ran to the other side of the hall. I saw a stripe on one of the raptors faces. It was the one we had seen before. They continued down the hall until their footsteps were inaudible.
“Where did you learn to shoot like that?” I exclaimed
“I didn’t, it was just luck.” She gave a wry smile.
We went down the hall a little bit, looking in the direction of where the raptors ran when we passed that crossway.

Also there is a map I made that shows where events occured. If you request it, I will post it here.
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Has nothing to do with PSO but fanwork nonetheless - by Jrgsubzero - 01-02-2005, 07:51 PM

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