>>5403622The first thing you feel is pain. <span class="mu-i">Lots</span>. Stirring back to life, your eyes are the second to recover. Assaulted by flashing red lights and countless shapes rushing back and forth across your vision,, you weakly shield them as your hearing comes next.
“-’s AWAKE! Over here!”
The muffled voice barely registers over the chorus of sirens around you, and before you can tell them to shut the hell up, your eyes meet with that of a man wearing an industrial-strength respirator underneath his black, wide-rimmed helmet and visor!
“Just hang on one more second, kid… blink if you can hear me, okay?”
Spotting the soot-covered <span class="mu-g">FIREFIGHTER EMBLEM</span> on his helmet, you comply, albeit a little slowly.
“Atta’ girl.” Joined by a fellow firefighter, your first responder continues the conversation while his pal begins checking your vitals. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
Stanley, you croak, Stanley Parble.
“... huh. That’s okay, you’re probably still a little confused.”
<span class="mu-i">HEY!</span>
“You took quite a tumble, err… <span class="mu-i">Ms. Parble</span>.” He continues as you feel a pressure cuff wrap around your upper arm. “It’s a wonder you’re still alive!”
Yea, you groan as the lights start to make you nauseous, where’s… where’s your raccoon?
“BP’s stable. Gonna need an exam, though.” Reports firefighter #2.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Stanley:” explains firefighter #1 as his partner goes to flag down a pair of nearby paramedics and a gurney, “we’re gonna get you to a hospital. Now don’t worry about health insurance…”
The first responder’s voice trails off as you spot a tall, pale figure watching you from atop a pile of rubble–her silky <span class="mu-g">GREEN</span> dress almost out of place amidst the decimation around you. Sensing your gaze, she gives you a polite smile before placing a pair of <span class="mu-g">GREEN SHADES</span> on and retreating below the hill!
“Miss? MISS?”
Hm, you sputter, what?
“I said you might wanna buy a lottery ticket or two after this,” he repeats as the paramedics carefully transfer you to the stretcher, “because if you’d landed a few more inches to the left, well…”
Craning your neck to see where you landed, you find yourself staring at the remains of a <span class="mu-g">GREEN FRUIT CART–</span> its contents crushed on the ground like a Vitamin C-rich airbag!
“It’s true what they say–fruit’s good for you, huh?”
You don’t respond as you’re carried off towards what looks like some kind of ambulance convention nearby! Getting as comfy as you can being carried on a stretcher, you spot a familiar pair of fuzzy ears peeking out from behind some rubble!
Clasping your hand against your pocket, you breathe a sigh of relief as you feel <span class="mu-r">TIM’S SKULL</span> still there. For better or worse, you reason as your fatigue catches up with you, you <span class="mu-i">made</span> it.
You <span class="mu-i">made</span> it…
>CONTD. 