U.O.T.S. Prologue

• Posted by Sotek June 25, 2015 - Filed in TSC: CB Story - 901 views

  ‘Oh my head hurts.. What the hell just happened? One moment I was in the yard digging up the old flower bed then Bang!!! I’m thrown into the wall. Jo!!! Where the hell is Jo? The house she was inside the house’.

   

  I staggered to my feet and made my way through the backdoor, or rather through the hole where the back door once was. As it now lay in pieces, blown apart from the explosion. ‘Oh my skull, it feels like it’s been hit with a baseball bat’.

   

  ‘It happened before you know, not the explosions but me getting cracked over the head with a baseball bat. That happened some years ago. I was set upon by a group of adolescent kids. One of them tried to bash my skull in. I was beaten half to death and left in the gutter for the other half to catch up. That’s when she found me, Jo… We’ve been together ever since. I owe her my life’.

   

  The kitchens wrecked!!! The gas oven looks like it exploded along with the rest of the room. The dining tables all but destroyed. Not that I’m bothered about it, I hated that furniture. I have to tread carefully as there’s glass all over the floor from where the windows have shattered spraying shards of glass everywhere. My throats parched and I can’t work the taps. ‘Where the hell is she?’

   

  I hear strange noises coming from the living room, almost like they are whispering. Creeping through the wrecked hallway I peer into the room to see nothing short of devastation. My legs feel so weak that I collapse in the doorway to be greeted by a massive hole where the wall once was. Under my favourite chair minus the back of it mind, was the radio. It was still broadcasting under the cushions. That’s why the voices were so soft. ‘I’ve got to pull myself together. I have to find her, she’s all I have’.  

   

   Movement outside catches my eye so despite my weariness, I run through the hole in the wall which led to the front garden. Or rather front wasteland as that is now what it looked like. ‘Jo, oh thank the gods your safe’. It was Jo alright. She was sitting at the curb side crying her heart out. The trouble was that bastard was with her. Honestly he’s like bees around a honey pot. ‘You can go screw yourself. She’s mine’.

   

  The man tugged on the girls arm as he called out to me.

  “So you survived as well. You always had the luck of the devil”. He didn’t sound pleased to see me and seemed far more annoyed that I had lived. Yep there’s no loss between us, that’s for sure.

   

  Jo snapped her head around and was on her feet in seconds. “I… I… I thought I lost you…” She threw herself at me as she burst into tears. I discretely sneered at the man who was until I found them, comforting her. Over my death no doubt, not bloody likely, I’m tougher than that. It felt so good to be in her arms. My head was still spinning and I was unbelievably thirsty, way too parched to respond.

   

  The man who I shall hereby refer to only as the ‘Moron’…. The ‘Moron’ pulled her away from me… ‘How the hell dare he’. The Moron started tugging her arm again as he headed down the road away from our home. Away from what was left of it at any rate.

   

  “We have to go. We have to move, it’ll be dark soon”.

  Oh how I hate him. The trouble is he was right, we couldn’t stay here. All I can do is angrily watch as the Moron dragged Jo away from the town.

   

  “Hey Furball, hurry up or we’ll leave you behind”.

  Jo slapped the Moron in the side as she scolded him.

   

  “Don’t be nasty to him. He’s had a scare. Come on boy, come on Scar”.

  ‘Yea you remember that Mr Moron. I’m her boy not a jumped up moron who thinks he’s god’s gift to women. Mind you I suppose you have a right to be angry with me. I did after all urinate on your bed the other night. Not my fault you were still in it…’

   

  Moments later the Alsatian’s paws pounded along the road to catch up with his owner, Jo and her companion. ‘The Moron’.