[center]You wake up.
Something is making noise.
You hear an agonized scream![/center]
This is the fifth time you’ve been woken up tonight. It’s time for that thing, to go. Grabbing your rifle from beside you, you step through the flaps of your large tent, your night vision powering up. It’s a quick trek around the building, to the source of the sound, one of those things. You’d seen it take down many-a zombie before, or, at the least, you’d seen one of it’s kind do so. Regardless, you want your sleep, so you step closer.
“Hello.”
You pause. Is it sentient? Are its screams actually of pain? You’d never thought so before. Whenever you’d met these things, (As if you have, more of a ‘stare from the distance’), their strange utterings had seemed random, mimicked words of people who’d conversed in front of it. You’d even heard one reciting the line where the people (scientists?) realized that it was doing so, parroting them.
It takes a step forward. You react almost out of instinct.
Blam!
It stumbles back, and begins to turn. Your next move was no question, no fore-thought needed. This thing was going to die, and you were certain of that, if anything. With the flick of a switch,
P-p-p-pow!
it slumps over, motionless. You return to your tent, take another pill, and sleep. You’d feel guilty, if you do at all, in the morning.
tl;dr: I set out to kill a mi-go, had Trigger happy trait, and thought it was worth writing a small thing about.
