*Boom* *Boom*
The second blast clipped me and stripped what remained of my budding Aura proficiency. At least that should be the last hot load heading my way.
“Fuck you old-timer!”
I mean really, he had it coming, I was stealing his bike, but he lived on a farm for fuck’s sake, what was he gonna do with this old rusty piece of shit? To think, I used to get along really well with the old-timers, I guess as much as things stay the same in the apocalypse, some things chang-
*Boom*
“Agh!” I, somehow, maintained my pedaling as buckshot peppered me at max distance. I thought he only had two, no that was my shotgun that only had two-
*Boom*
I was too far now, thankfully so as the scenery continued to whiz by. I burned some of Pookie’s heals and felt the lead squirm its way from my flesh. Shit that hurts.
If I didn’t have a heal skill I’d be much more worried about all of this… as it was, the last hours after sunrise had just been a mind-numbing cycle of running, stealing bikes from farmer’s and endless farmland. Why was their bicycle maintenance such shit? In the distance I could see… something.
It looked like it might be the freeway, but I wasn’t quite sur- Yup it was. The farmland went right up to the highway? I guess that sounded right, though we had taken a different path in.
There was still some more time to think. Great.
Actually, I had a better idea.
“Display Status.”
Nothing.
“Display Status for User: Doubting Thomas.”
That was weird. Whatever.
Feats were cramped, cut off, there were several Feats that only the tops were barely visible. No. Not ‘no’. Fuck no. I’m not reading it like this forever. This wasn’t working for me.
“Hide Previous Feats.”
Oh come on.
“COME ON GABBY CAN’T YOU DO A FUCKING THING?!”
I waited silently, alternatively staring daggers between my status page and the sky. I even slowed down my bike so I could properly glare. Fuck him, I could wait this out.
“Gaaaaabby. Gabby. Gabby. Gabby. Gabby. Gabriel. ArchAngel Gabriel.”
OH JUST SHUT UP WILL YOU ALREADY? ASK IT AGAIN.