Chapter Twenty-Nine - A Crying Shame

Chapter Twenty-Nine - A Crying Shame

Chapter Twenty-Nine - A Crying Shame

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Id felt shame before. Embarrassment.

I can vividly remember some of the brats catching Lucy and I in a closet then running off to go tell everyone. Id spent an entire week feeling as if my face was aflame.

As for shame, Id done some pretty stupid shit sometimes.

But right then, standing next to a row of four bodies laid out next to the entrance to the stairwell... I didnt know how to describe the churning in the pit of my stomach. I kept going over all the shit I could have done to keep them from dying, and the stupid crap Id thought about them.

They were slow and fat. They were dumb. They were annoying.

And now they were dead and it was my fault.

A hand touched my shoulder.

Turning, I looked into Elisas deep eyes. She was teary, but there was determination over that. Its okay, she said.

I worked my jaw. A glance to the side showed one of the women crying into anothers shoulder. Some of the guys didnt look much better. One or two were glaring at the alien corpses wed kicked to the side. Others were glaring at me.

Youre down to seventy-two.

I held back a wince. That was a chunk gone. I couldnt really complain though. Most of those had gone into medicine and the like to keep the others alive. As good a use as any.

How much for a fresh magazine for this glorified flashlight? I asked.

The Sparrow is more than just a flashlight. It fires .22 copper-coated iridium rounds at 1,200 rounds per minute. Unfortunately the magazine only holds 60 rounds.

Its noisy and heavy, I said. But it has a light.

I cant dispute that. A fresh magazine for your flashlight would cost you two points.

I had my Trench Maker tucked into the back of my pants already, but a second gun wouldnt hurt. Yeah, might as well.

A minute passed as I finagled and cursed my lack of a second hand, but I did eventually get the gun ready to fire.

The anxiety was fading, just a little, replaced moment by moment by a growing, festering anger. Elisa was right. All of this shit was the Antithesis fault.

The only way to really protect anyone was to make damned sure that every last one of the bugs were dead.

And if I could get a few points for my efforts, then that was for the best.

I took the steps two at a time, eyes fixing on every shadow and corner, and breathing coming quick even through my disposable mask. Getting caught off-guard again was just unacceptable.

Im going to need something that shows me where the bastards are, I said. Something like a... radar.

There are systems like that available. Im afraid that most are beyond your current budget.

Lets hope that budget grows a little, then, I said.

I got to the top of the stairs, looked through the window, then flicked the light on my new gun off. I didnt know how good the vision most Antithesis models had, but I didnt want to announce my presence quite that brightly.

Lets find some aliens.