“You’re a coward,” Molly told me.
I wasn’t. My plan all along was to feign my fear and miss the big storming of the base.
Sure enough, the space freaks killed all the “courageous” souls who showed up that day. Gorged on human flesh and bones, they were too sluggish to attack when I showed up in my Humvee with a taser and an AK-47. Decked in tinfoil and stocked up on ammo, I thrived.
I saw Molly’s dumb head over by an elevator on the second floor and laughed at her. “See? It pays to be a coward.”
Drew Martyn 6 months ago
Discretion (and intelligence) being the better part of valour...