
A Waste of Ammo
by Graf Orlock· from Destination Time Tomorrow
What’s in fucking side of me? There’s a monster inside your stomach. They hi-jacked your cryo-tube , and sold it to him. And put an alien in you, in a few hours it will poke its way through, your chest, and you’ll die, any questions? Isn’t there a process? Can’t we stop it? I can do him, back of the head, painless. A parasite, a foreign element that, a parasite. Oh god, you bastard the aliens they bleed molecular acid. That’s right I saw that, so did I. Fuck that, I'm shooting them. If we want to make decent time I say we ditch the cripple. Muster a squad to search for survivors. Fuck no, fuck you.