Wake Up Call
WHO: Lunar Mariell WHERE: Apartment complex, few clicks from base. WHEN: Evening local time, Y03 Jan 06 (continuation from BLINKING OUT)
“Lunar, Lunar.....wake up!” A voice called from the shadows, familiar and distinct.
“Dad?” Lunar knew that voice, could never forget his voice. It had been a few years granted since they had seen each other but she remembered his voice. She waited for a reply, for an answer to her question but it was just silence of her mind.
Her eyes opened sharply with a gasp for air upon hearing the sound of glass shattering all at once, the windows in her place all shattering, the glass table equally as so. She covered up from the glass flying everywhere, her mouth letting out screams of pain from her trying to move her broken arm. It took a second for everything to settle.
Lunar unshielded her head and looked around, good arm clutching her broken one. There was glass everywhere to join the two dead bodies, the bullet holes all over the place and the stench of blood and burnt flesh. She showed some relief at it being over, looking down at her broken body, feeling pain all over. That blond, Zarah had some frakking strength. She groaned and started now thinking about the flash and then the cause of the glass shattering.
What could make the windows and table shatter? Lunar grunted as she sat up, pinning her back to a wall for support while looking over the two dead bodies for any sign of who they were, any insignia but nothing. They weren’t military, she knew that much because they missed her multiple times. Her attention turned to the screaming and panic going on outside in the streets. She groaned as she pulled herself up, bracing her back against the wall for support, legs taking the brunt in that action. “Ooooo frak me!” She kicked the wall with the heel of her boot, the pain quite intense.
Upon collecting herself together, biting down on her lip, tasting the blood from the cut, Lunar staggered towards her weapon that was discarded clean across the room from the struggle with Zarah. She walked over the bodies and then with a heavy breathe, bent down to retrieve her weapon, grunting at the pain but she managed to handle her weapon. Getting back to her full standing stance, she held the gun in her good hand, the other just hung at her side unusable.
It took a few moments for her to collect herself; Lunar taking the time to grab her belt from behind the kitchen counter, her spare ammo stocked inside. She wanted to tie it around her waist but one handed made it impossible. She instead managed with some pain, to get it up and over the shoulder of her broken arm, leaving her good arm free to hold her weapon because there may still be a sniper out there.
Lunar checked the clip in her weapon, nearly full, good enough. She slipped the clip back in, cocked back the hammer and started back to her living room, to the two dead bodies. If she had the time she would check their pockets for ID, for anything to give her the answers to those questions circling in her head but they were smarter than that anyway. Instead she knelt down with a groan and picked up the sidearm the one she shot was carrying as it was fully loaded. Looking from the first corpse to Zarah, “Say hi to god for me.” Placing the second sidearm behind her in the waist band of her pants, she got back to her feet and stumbled towards the door with urgency as she had to get to the base because the whole city was in crisis and her duty station was there.
Bracing herself against the door frame, she took a laboured breath and then reached up her good arm, aiming her weapon in front of her as she started to walk out her apartment, her trashed living space with a bad feeling running through her veins. She exited the apartment complex after negotiating the stairs down to the ground and then stopped on the street, watching and listening to the panic everywhere around her. Everyone was running, the windows of the buildings around her were equally as smashed as her apartments which brought a serious question to her mind, one she couldn’t dwell on yet.
Screams of the people grew more intense as they raced past her in the street, Lunar trying to catch what they were saying but it was all panicked induced and not reliable intel. Before long, somebody ran into her, not knocking her over but in the collision hitting her bad arm causing her to scream in pain. The person just ran on, uninterested or too focused on their own fear.
“Frak!” She grunted, looking at her broken arm and then away before then raising her weapon again as she started towards the base, her feet somewhat staggering along at an attempt of pace. There was no room for her to run away. Lunar had to do her job now, get to the Admiral and protect him until evacuation. Whatever the hell was going on, she knew the Admiral was priority and she’d be damned if she was going to fail her duty. Broken arm and all, she stumbled on with intent of completing her duty.