Apr 06, 2010 23:08
[ It's fairly late at night. From your comm, you begin to hear someone pleading for their lives. The person this comm belongs to cannot be heard or identified. Likely they simply forgot about it.
The sound of something heavy and sharp swings through the air with a SWOOSH followed by a sickening crunch of bone. There is a gurgling scream of pain and terror, but the assailant sounds like they're hardly breaking a sweat. None of this is pleasant to hear, especially so abruptly.
Hope that wasn't a friend of yours! Whoever it is, they're being dragged away into the darkness for tonight's dinner. And then you hear a shrill voice asking "Dinne##, F*##@#?" The name cannot be deciphered.
This transmission lasts about five minutes. Then it stops. ]
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