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Georgia watched as Miss Medic handed out orders like doctor's slips. Commands were given and dogs obeyed. Georgia wondered if Miss Medic was thinking in her own interest or the group's best interest. She seemed like an educated lady, with her sharp accent and her useful skills, she was an asset to the group. Christine would defend that woman with all her will, and that shiny, bloody gun. Georgia was just happy she didn't have to prove her worth by forging back into that hell called the Apox. She smiled to herself as she remembered her mother's gospel.
As it is on Earth, it shall be in heaven.
Hell had fallen from the heavens and crashed down to earth to set things straight.
Georgia wondered if God was real and if he was still there, still watching from his only little Apox among the stars. Did the UN, with its mighty hand and just gavel, lock away God too?
Georgia returned back to earth when Christine stepped up after Miss Medical left.
"...You act like the good, honest, law-abiding citizens you are - after all, we were screwed by our lawyers and are innocent, right?"
Georgia laughed softly to herself. She was still pretty sure that that rat faced lawyer of hers assigned to her by the state was working with the UN during the case. Whenever he was asked to call a witness to the stand, his hands and lip quivered like a young child's when afraid, and his voice shook and startled the judge as he "interrogated" (more like begged) the witnesses during their testimonies.
After Christine's rally speech was over, the red head gestured to Georgia and stood by the body. Georgia hesitantly approached. Even though it would be a bad idea to blow her brains out right now, Georgia didn't know what to expect from any of these inmates, supposedly sane or not. Flies gathered around the blown-out face, their grotesque and sickly arms slidin over the exposed flesh as the body decayed. Georgia held back the bile in her throat. She could deal with exposed flesh and dead people, but the flies? The maggots? Fuck. No.
"Listen, I don't know you or why you were on the Apox but you don't strike me as the type that... kills for fun. I don't know if I give that impression but, for what it's worth, I'm not either."
While Georgia did not trust Christine's word, she could tell this woman would have to be a superb actress to hide her insanity. The red head was obviously an educated and skilled woman; another worth-while asset to the team. She wasn't afraid to make discussions and she wasn't afraid to wield a gun, let alone use it.
"what I do know is that there's one more thing I need to do before I leave the clearing but I can't do it because I won't put the gun down. So I'm asking you.I'm good with my hands. I might be able to make something from that guy's overall and boots... if you take them off of him."
Georgia tried not to scowl at Christine, but with the sun blinding her eyes, and he unpleasant task presented before her, it seemed almost impossible.
"You don't have to, of course."
Yeah. I do, Georgia thought to herself.
"But if you do it, I'll know that you can help out, be friendly, maybe even be trusted. And I look out for the people I trust. Whether the UN shows up or not, the woods and some of our 'companions' might be dangerous, so trust goes a long way until we know what's up, don't you think?"
Georgia paused, considering her words. She tried to ignore the sick taste in her mouth. "Alright," she concluded, staring back into Christine's eyes. "The name's Georgia." She had to stop herself from smiling. It was too much of a habit, putting on her seductive smile for clients when she first introduced herself. No clients out here anymore.
Georgia slowly kneeled next to the body, trying not to inhale a fly or two. She removed the blood-stained boots and threw them near the wounded, barely avoiding the man with the fucked up cheek. "Sorry," she apologized. She wasn't sure if he would take an apology but it was the best she could do at the moment. Pulling her own overalls over her nose so the flies wouldn't try to crawl over her skin, she began unbuttoning the dead man's overalls. She shook his arms out of his sleeves one at a time before pulling down the overalls to his hips, revealing repulsive chest hair and a protruding beer gut. She didn't flinch for once. She had seen her fair share of unattractive men. She was more than use to it by now. She glanced over at the old man who helped bring out the guy with the bloody face. "Hey!" she called out to him. "Help me pull these down his legs!"
As it is on Earth, it shall be in heaven.
Hell had fallen from the heavens and crashed down to earth to set things straight.
Georgia wondered if God was real and if he was still there, still watching from his only little Apox among the stars. Did the UN, with its mighty hand and just gavel, lock away God too?
Georgia returned back to earth when Christine stepped up after Miss Medical left.
"...You act like the good, honest, law-abiding citizens you are - after all, we were screwed by our lawyers and are innocent, right?"
Georgia laughed softly to herself. She was still pretty sure that that rat faced lawyer of hers assigned to her by the state was working with the UN during the case. Whenever he was asked to call a witness to the stand, his hands and lip quivered like a young child's when afraid, and his voice shook and startled the judge as he "interrogated" (more like begged) the witnesses during their testimonies.
After Christine's rally speech was over, the red head gestured to Georgia and stood by the body. Georgia hesitantly approached. Even though it would be a bad idea to blow her brains out right now, Georgia didn't know what to expect from any of these inmates, supposedly sane or not. Flies gathered around the blown-out face, their grotesque and sickly arms slidin over the exposed flesh as the body decayed. Georgia held back the bile in her throat. She could deal with exposed flesh and dead people, but the flies? The maggots? Fuck. No.
"Listen, I don't know you or why you were on the Apox but you don't strike me as the type that... kills for fun. I don't know if I give that impression but, for what it's worth, I'm not either."
While Georgia did not trust Christine's word, she could tell this woman would have to be a superb actress to hide her insanity. The red head was obviously an educated and skilled woman; another worth-while asset to the team. She wasn't afraid to make discussions and she wasn't afraid to wield a gun, let alone use it.
"what I do know is that there's one more thing I need to do before I leave the clearing but I can't do it because I won't put the gun down. So I'm asking you.I'm good with my hands. I might be able to make something from that guy's overall and boots... if you take them off of him."
Georgia tried not to scowl at Christine, but with the sun blinding her eyes, and he unpleasant task presented before her, it seemed almost impossible.
"You don't have to, of course."
Yeah. I do, Georgia thought to herself.
"But if you do it, I'll know that you can help out, be friendly, maybe even be trusted. And I look out for the people I trust. Whether the UN shows up or not, the woods and some of our 'companions' might be dangerous, so trust goes a long way until we know what's up, don't you think?"
Georgia paused, considering her words. She tried to ignore the sick taste in her mouth. "Alright," she concluded, staring back into Christine's eyes. "The name's Georgia." She had to stop herself from smiling. It was too much of a habit, putting on her seductive smile for clients when she first introduced herself. No clients out here anymore.
Georgia slowly kneeled next to the body, trying not to inhale a fly or two. She removed the blood-stained boots and threw them near the wounded, barely avoiding the man with the fucked up cheek. "Sorry," she apologized. She wasn't sure if he would take an apology but it was the best she could do at the moment. Pulling her own overalls over her nose so the flies wouldn't try to crawl over her skin, she began unbuttoning the dead man's overalls. She shook his arms out of his sleeves one at a time before pulling down the overalls to his hips, revealing repulsive chest hair and a protruding beer gut. She didn't flinch for once. She had seen her fair share of unattractive men. She was more than use to it by now. She glanced over at the old man who helped bring out the guy with the bloody face. "Hey!" she called out to him. "Help me pull these down his legs!"