CRUNCH DIARIES OCELOT
by
Angel Alvarez
http://www.WorldOfCrunch.com
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2015 Angel Alvarez. All rights reserved. Including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced in any form …show more content…
Be careful” warns Wilkins, shocking Ocelot out of her vision.
Her pupils normalize, and colors return to her eyesight. “I'm going solo” responds Ocelot, with icy conviction.
“No! Don't you even-” Wilkins is cut short by the click of Ocelot's earpiece turning off.
Rapid water splashing from the leaking floor, divulge the approaching footsteps, with increasing swiftness, of an unknown person, in Ocelot's direction. The whispery sound of a punch moving through the air, advices Ocelot of an upcoming attack, who, on a singular motion, dodges the attack, pulls out her gun, and, after rolling it over, in the best cowboy style, hits her aggressor on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.
She doesn't have time to hear a second man, who jumps her from behind, making her crash on the watery floor. He's holding a naked, rusty, razor to her neck while Ocelot has her gun placed on his forehead. In just a split-second, she notices the same dry and empty look the first man had, as if they weren't themselves, just mindless predators. The three attackers share some common traits; ragged clothes, greasy hair, stained skin, and circular blood marks on their arms and …show more content…
She looks at them unnerved, but in their eyes, where she previously saw rage and mindless acts, now there's only a stale, unfocused look. As if they were empty inside, turned off somehow.
Ocelot is in awe, a simple word had just vanished the killer instinct of these people and saved her from certain death. She places her gun back in the holster and cautiously moves to Dr. Von Braun's side. “What happened here?” asks Ocelot.
The elderly man tries to mutter something, but words have trouble coming out of his mouth. “It's ok” reacts Ocelot, placing her hand on his wrist.
In a flash, a numerous amount of his memories play in her head. The kid who brought him to the vault, holding the green board. “Ok old-man, I'm going in, don't hide the formula or I'll steal your pension!”adverts the adolescent.
The memories take Ocelot further back now. A young Evan, resistant, is forced to swallow a capsule while being restrained by a big male-nurse. Behind him, a janitor cleans a puddle of fresh blood.
The event jumps again. A, completely white, high-ceiling room, serves as a cage for half a dozen, tired, ill-looking, children. Fading away, one by one, until there are only two left, Evan and
by
Angel Alvarez
http://www.WorldOfCrunch.com
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with.
Copyright © 2015 Angel Alvarez. All rights reserved. Including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced in any form …show more content…
Be careful” warns Wilkins, shocking Ocelot out of her vision.
Her pupils normalize, and colors return to her eyesight. “I'm going solo” responds Ocelot, with icy conviction.
“No! Don't you even-” Wilkins is cut short by the click of Ocelot's earpiece turning off.
Rapid water splashing from the leaking floor, divulge the approaching footsteps, with increasing swiftness, of an unknown person, in Ocelot's direction. The whispery sound of a punch moving through the air, advices Ocelot of an upcoming attack, who, on a singular motion, dodges the attack, pulls out her gun, and, after rolling it over, in the best cowboy style, hits her aggressor on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.
She doesn't have time to hear a second man, who jumps her from behind, making her crash on the watery floor. He's holding a naked, rusty, razor to her neck while Ocelot has her gun placed on his forehead. In just a split-second, she notices the same dry and empty look the first man had, as if they weren't themselves, just mindless predators. The three attackers share some common traits; ragged clothes, greasy hair, stained skin, and circular blood marks on their arms and …show more content…
She looks at them unnerved, but in their eyes, where she previously saw rage and mindless acts, now there's only a stale, unfocused look. As if they were empty inside, turned off somehow.
Ocelot is in awe, a simple word had just vanished the killer instinct of these people and saved her from certain death. She places her gun back in the holster and cautiously moves to Dr. Von Braun's side. “What happened here?” asks Ocelot.
The elderly man tries to mutter something, but words have trouble coming out of his mouth. “It's ok” reacts Ocelot, placing her hand on his wrist.
In a flash, a numerous amount of his memories play in her head. The kid who brought him to the vault, holding the green board. “Ok old-man, I'm going in, don't hide the formula or I'll steal your pension!”adverts the adolescent.
The memories take Ocelot further back now. A young Evan, resistant, is forced to swallow a capsule while being restrained by a big male-nurse. Behind him, a janitor cleans a puddle of fresh blood.
The event jumps again. A, completely white, high-ceiling room, serves as a cage for half a dozen, tired, ill-looking, children. Fading away, one by one, until there are only two left, Evan and