Gary woke suddenly, as he always did, a squealing gasp rising from his lips as his eyes ratcheted open. Gary stretched, moaning as the flywheels and screws refused to catch, missing their sockets several times before clicking in, his twitching, sputtering arms ratcheting down, chest piston wheezing out of sync with the pitted key. He turned his head, slowly, shivering as timing gears missed, confused about where he had gone, why he had gone there. The thin, gray flesh of his face and arms looked icy, but the squealing of his joints took his mind from it. A large figure stood behind him, his savior of sorts.
Hello friend.
His savior was silent, and pointed torwards his compatriots. Gary noticed the figures were heavily armed, well, more armed then he remembered seeing someone be. At that point, he attempted to stand, a task proving harder than originally thought.
Where are we going?
The figure pointed inland. And so he stated his jittering march, his saviors in tow.
Hello friend.
His savior was silent, and pointed torwards his compatriots. Gary noticed the figures were heavily armed, well, more armed then he remembered seeing someone be. At that point, he attempted to stand, a task proving harder than originally thought.
Where are we going?
The figure pointed inland. And so he stated his jittering march, his saviors in tow.