You walk behind a boulder, and sure enough,
there is Anorian in the middle of a dry heave.
You walk up to him, and hold back his long
blonde hair, which already has pieces of gunk
in it.
"You okay there, bud?" You ask. He throws out
another moan and looks up.
"Oh God, I'm sick," he replies, unnecessarily,
and loses color in his face. You grimace.
"No, I couldn't notice," you say, sarcastically,
but he obviously misses it as he looks up, his
face full of conviction.
"I am, I mean look at me!" he cries. You look
around, trying to see what drove him to this.
Anorian had a tendency to puke at the drop of
a hat. Rumor was, at the Academy's final
exam, he threw up on the test, another cadet,
and the teacher.
"Yeah, I believe you," you say. "What's up?"
"Oh God, I don't know, it's just where we are, I
can't handle it," he replies. You pat him on the
head, turn away as he starts to throw up
again, and see something appear over the
horizon. It's too hazy to make out well, but it's
gaining speed right towards you.
"What the-" you start as you pull out your PLS
and disarm the safety. Anorian looks up and
sees it coming towards you and passes out.
You give him a fleeting glance before pointing
your sights on the creature, who is getting
closer still.
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