headinjuries: the forehead prints off my glass doors. (i thought of you while cleaning)
sam "flying jackhammer" alexander ✧ nova ([personal profile] headinjuries) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions 2016-11-03 11:30 pm (UTC)

Three days felt like forever.

Sam dropped like a rock wherever he happened to be after the first aid staff had given him a look-over. He was sitting with his knees up to his chest, watching others get treated or get ushered out via threshold gate, but he wasn't rushing to find a gate out himself. They'd get to him sooner or later.

What was left of the surrender flag he'd gotten as his "weapon" was sitting on the ground next to him - now just half of a stick that had snapped somewhere in the middle, one end stained with blood.

"Well, I hope the movie was at least better than this." He never had seen the Hunger Games. (Or read the book, for that matter, but he hadn't realized the book was a thing until the movie.) Now, though, he probably didn't need to, because he more than got the general idea: screaming, people dying, and a government getting its butt kicked in the end.

Probably no xenomorphs, though? He hoped.

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