The soft clacking of a mechanical keyboard filled the silence, fingers moving nimbly to type with haste. Letters appeared on the screen and they reflected in the glasses of the man hunched over, shrouded in darkness which was barely diluted by the white glow.
“Someone!” A scream from outside his window crept in and he froze up, fingers poised to type as he turned his head to gaze out upon the world.
That is, what was left of it.
Flames licked at nearby buildings and the dull thud of far off explosions made him tremble. He could see bodies on the streets, see the strange creatures looming over them, pulsing with blue light and screeching in tones he couldn’t describe nor wanted to. He just needed to focus. Their sounds dulled down and he pried himself away from the horrific scene, looking back to the glow. Letters appeared before his eyes, each one typed with force and haste. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end but he couldn’t pry himself away from the keyboard, not even as chilled hands grazed his skin, wrapping around his neck slowly but tightly. His fingers just kept typing, desperate to get the words out.
Hopefully the paragraphs work this time. It’ll pick up in speed soon, I promise.
Once again thanks to Lunast and Fris for helping
Their progress was slow and cautious, Russ choosing to lead the way down the dirt road. He held a tree branch, something he’d managed to rip free with Jund’s aid. Snake still staggered along with Cry’s help, battered body slowly recovering.
“You’ll feel better after a sleep,” Cry assured him with a smile. Snake looked to him and nodded but said nothing. “Are you okay? That fall knock your voice box out of place?”
“I’m thinking,” Snake answered. Cry nodded in acceptance, going back to his casual observation.