Kirko And Kevin

[Pactrick Willis]

I hate doing this, I absently thought. My job was working with the crops, We Had 5 kinds, The herbal medicine stuff; I just plant and harvest that, Let the doctor so the rest, Hops, My favourite plant, For obvious reasons, And Berries, Which we live off of, Along with meat, All types of meat really, Never chicken, pork, Or horse; Like the planet I came from, But 'Free-game' as the faction consul call's it, We call it Bush meat. At least we have that, I would not know; I got here recently, But apparently we are well of right now, No raids Yet, If we did, Kevin would deal with them right quick. I moved into the lower section of town, Where most of the living quarters, The hospital, And the community hall were. I looked out at the sky, Where was Kevin? Hes usually home by now. I hollered at thunder, A Co-worker of Kevin's, Where He was.
"Out hunting, I guess." He Hollered back.
Ah, Typical Kevin, Always out late. He'll spend a night hunting a squirrel until he kills it. Hes not the best shot, But he has; As the Ancients would call it; Spunk Thats what draws me to him I guess, His Spunk, Always laughing, Care-free, Cheer-full, But Protective, And serious. I glanced Up again. Oh well, Might as well grab some sleep.
"Kirko!" What, Who would be yelling at me this time of night?
"Kirko! Kirko! Quick!"
I turned around, It was grim, The head of the town guard. His stomach was shot out during a fight recently, In fact, the remains of that meconoid can still be found in the Main hall.
"What?" From one look at his eyes, Not response was necessary. A raid. A Big raid.
Kevin He was not back yet,
"Kevin!" I screamed, Grabbing my pump action shot gun, I ran with grim. As I got to the sandbag wall, I took cover, I would take as many of the bastards down as a could. Just at this point, Kenvin was running around the corner of the wall, Which the main gate was situated. Holding his rifle, He ran to the Sand bag, And toke cover. "Kevin.. I. I. . Thought.."
"Don't worry"-His grin flashed on his face-"They're savages with bows and arrows"
War cries where filling the air, Chillingly, I perpaped.
"Two At 10'O clock. One down,  The other one was pressing on though. Just As the 2 volley rang out , He was dead, But Not early enough. The turret was fizzing,
"KEVIN!"
There he was, A huge gaping hole in his left chest, His right arm a dangling piece of torn flesh; Looking more like meat than skin. But Alive, Alive The next came, And that Same Fizzing started. Kevin was There Right beside the turret, Unable to move, With a look of acceptance and forgiveness in his eyes, And That smile on his face.
The next seconds where In Slow motion, The explosion, And Kevin being torn into A hunk of flesh; The only feature Recognizable being His face.

     I vaugley remember a dull pain in my leg, As I sat there, Coxing him to wake up. Eventually I pass out, Right there, Exhausted, With his body in my arms.

To be continued.

[Sergeant Cynical]

Horrey shit.

[falconbunker]

The heelies can't escape these goddang feelies