Post by Sam Youlley on Mar 16, 2017 17:21:25 GMT -5
Sam felt his body hit the ground. Garret was on him. His fist slamming again and again into his face. He could taste blood, choking on it. He could only see through the one eye. Even that vision was blurred by tears. He felt his face already starting to swell, lumps under his eyes and on his cheeks. Scars and blood.
He was only trying to protect Yameki. He didn't want him to have to submit, to be beaten. So he took the blows. And he would, again and again. He wouldn't let Yameki be defeated. Not by Kennedy. Not by Roxie. Not by anyone. He would fight for him and the rest of the farm. Like everyone else here. Even if it meant dying,
But here Garret was. His fist slamming in to him again and again. Punch after punch. Blow after bow. Sam could only take them. He couldn't fight back. But it wasn't the punches that hurt. It was the impact of where they came from. Garret had been his friend. He had been by his side since the start. Garret taught him how to shoot, how to kill the dead. Now here he was, a friend, kicking his ass.
Sam was defenceless, laying on the ground as Garret landed another blow. He felt him stand up, get off. For a second he though it was over. Garret was done his merciless beating. He would step off and Sam could recover. But then he saw Garret start to wind up. He lifted it above Sam's head.
As it came down Sam tried to move. The wind was out of him, the pain to much. He felt the boot hit his face. The taste of dirt combining with the blood. It only pressed him further down. The pain was more than anything he had ever felt before. All along his cheek, and his nose. The blood and dirt only causing him to cough and sputter up more.
The boot came down again and then Sam's world went black.
He was only trying to protect Yameki. He didn't want him to have to submit, to be beaten. So he took the blows. And he would, again and again. He wouldn't let Yameki be defeated. Not by Kennedy. Not by Roxie. Not by anyone. He would fight for him and the rest of the farm. Like everyone else here. Even if it meant dying,
But here Garret was. His fist slamming in to him again and again. Punch after punch. Blow after bow. Sam could only take them. He couldn't fight back. But it wasn't the punches that hurt. It was the impact of where they came from. Garret had been his friend. He had been by his side since the start. Garret taught him how to shoot, how to kill the dead. Now here he was, a friend, kicking his ass.
Sam was defenceless, laying on the ground as Garret landed another blow. He felt him stand up, get off. For a second he though it was over. Garret was done his merciless beating. He would step off and Sam could recover. But then he saw Garret start to wind up. He lifted it above Sam's head.
As it came down Sam tried to move. The wind was out of him, the pain to much. He felt the boot hit his face. The taste of dirt combining with the blood. It only pressed him further down. The pain was more than anything he had ever felt before. All along his cheek, and his nose. The blood and dirt only causing him to cough and sputter up more.
The boot came down again and then Sam's world went black.