06-15-2010, 04:46 AM
Drake blinked as his vision died and he could see Michael's mask looking at him. "Wha-what?" he stammered dropping his empty cutter as reality seemed to roll onto him in a flash. The slasher had faded and he winched feeling the throbbing pain from his wound. "Shit...yeah.....get me some med-gel." he said. "These things are fucking with us now...." he whispered. "That dam thing was playing dead. It was waiting for us. These things aren't beastly, they're sentient.."
