This is part twenty two of a series of images followed by stories that follow Warren, a human. and Alice, a Tordenchi. As they both survive during the Rynar's invasion of earth.
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I couldn't bear to look at the giant outside for much longer. With its device off, it slumped back and eventually laid down. Its eyes were on the truck outside, but that must be only curiosity; I doubt it cares if it works.
Granted, going to sleep again didn't seem like a good alternative. I've only briefly glanced around this place and figured what better time than now to explore my options.
The room was small, and the only things to stand out were a radio system and a fridge. While I doubted if these things had power at first when I opened the small mini-fridge, cold air met my hand, and a light flicked on. I guess whatever generator or battery this place had still had some juice in it...
There wasn't much, a few beers, bottles of water, and some cold burritos. But practically anything this could have held would have been good.
Taking out a burrito and water, I hesitated and looked at the beer. What better time to drink than the apocalypse? But then again, I'd better not drink, knowing that giant is still outside...
The burrito tasted fine, although I was never a fan of them. The clear plastic crumpled and crinkled when I tore it off. Every slight noise made me wince, as I expected the rodent to hear it. Here and there, I glanced to the window as if expecting its massive red eye to be staring at me.
With the radar dish ears, It might be able to hear it... Even outside...
Hobbling over to the radio, I felt the worn chair before sitting down. Adjusting awkwardly not to strain my leg in the process. It would take me a while to get used to limping everywhere. Maybe I can find a crutch or use a stick. Anything would be better, I suppose.
Adjusting the various dials, I was met with a static station after static station. Constantly I had to check the equipment to make sure I wasn't missing anything. There was a battery this was connected to, which wouldn't last forever...
So if this is going to be helpful, it has to be operational soon.
H.A.M. Hard Ass Motherfucker, is an apt name for this level of jank equipment. But for when the going gets tough, plenty of people worldwide have these things for communication.
I couldn't seem to receive anything in changing channels every few seconds. Although occasionally, I could hear split words within the static. However, they were utterly broken and unrecognizable.
It gave me hope; at least there were people out there trying to make contact with others. Hell, maybe one of the caravaneers even survived evacuation...
Hours passed while I changed stations, eventually winding around to rechecking stations. The mic, I assumed at least, worked. But I was too worried about alerting the aliens to where I was. No doubt, lines of communication like this would be a priority for the monsters.
I tried nudging back the thought that just outside was a massive mouse. It saved my life, which I could barely accept. But its reasoning still bothered me.
If I was some sort of prisoner, why wouldn't I be locked away in some cage or cell? Even if it didn't have one, why would it let me go alone inside this home? For all it knows, there could be guns or explosives inside.
Pretty stupid for a jailer...
What if it meant well? I shouldn't dance with the devil, no matter how nice it seems...
It doesn't matter; I'll leave it the first chance I get.
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Story idea base on a universe created by Hetzer
His story Integration was our first look into UTO, and I still say it's one of my favorite stories I've ever read! You best read it too~
The artwork was done by the amazing Jadan
His work has been making OMAM possible!
I couldn't bear to look at the giant outside for much longer. With its device off, it slumped back and eventually laid down. Its eyes were on the truck outside, but that must be only curiosity; I doubt it cares if it works.
Granted, going to sleep again didn't seem like a good alternative. I've only briefly glanced around this place and figured what better time than now to explore my options.
The room was small, and the only things to stand out were a radio system and a fridge. While I doubted if these things had power at first when I opened the small mini-fridge, cold air met my hand, and a light flicked on. I guess whatever generator or battery this place had still had some juice in it...
There wasn't much, a few beers, bottles of water, and some cold burritos. But practically anything this could have held would have been good.
Taking out a burrito and water, I hesitated and looked at the beer. What better time to drink than the apocalypse? But then again, I'd better not drink, knowing that giant is still outside...
The burrito tasted fine, although I was never a fan of them. The clear plastic crumpled and crinkled when I tore it off. Every slight noise made me wince, as I expected the rodent to hear it. Here and there, I glanced to the window as if expecting its massive red eye to be staring at me.
With the radar dish ears, It might be able to hear it... Even outside...
Hobbling over to the radio, I felt the worn chair before sitting down. Adjusting awkwardly not to strain my leg in the process. It would take me a while to get used to limping everywhere. Maybe I can find a crutch or use a stick. Anything would be better, I suppose.
Adjusting the various dials, I was met with a static station after static station. Constantly I had to check the equipment to make sure I wasn't missing anything. There was a battery this was connected to, which wouldn't last forever...
So if this is going to be helpful, it has to be operational soon.
H.A.M. Hard Ass Motherfucker, is an apt name for this level of jank equipment. But for when the going gets tough, plenty of people worldwide have these things for communication.
I couldn't seem to receive anything in changing channels every few seconds. Although occasionally, I could hear split words within the static. However, they were utterly broken and unrecognizable.
It gave me hope; at least there were people out there trying to make contact with others. Hell, maybe one of the caravaneers even survived evacuation...
Hours passed while I changed stations, eventually winding around to rechecking stations. The mic, I assumed at least, worked. But I was too worried about alerting the aliens to where I was. No doubt, lines of communication like this would be a priority for the monsters.
I tried nudging back the thought that just outside was a massive mouse. It saved my life, which I could barely accept. But its reasoning still bothered me.
If I was some sort of prisoner, why wouldn't I be locked away in some cage or cell? Even if it didn't have one, why would it let me go alone inside this home? For all it knows, there could be guns or explosives inside.
Pretty stupid for a jailer...
What if it meant well? I shouldn't dance with the devil, no matter how nice it seems...
It doesn't matter; I'll leave it the first chance I get.
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It seems Warren is slowly but surely connecting the dots and figuring out that the Giant mouse is actually trying to help him, she Just doesn't know How to at some moments.
Slowly but surely, he is accepting the mouse :3
even if he doesn't like it
even if he doesn't like it
You run away and then she becomes worry, fearing that those giant lizards got you. “PIPPY?! PIPPY where are you?!” She finds you and snatch you into her protective hands. “There you are, don’t run away again!”
And back to square one! if only he had a way to injure her, to stop her from catching him ;3
She’s just trying to protect him, would he rather be brutalized by the Rynar then be in the protective arms of a mouse cutie? :3
But I know he can’t tell because he can’t understand her and vice versa, language barriers can quite the inconvenience.
But I know he can’t tell because he can’t understand her and vice versa, language barriers can quite the inconvenience.
Very nice story, I can't wait to know the rest and if they end up getting along, because even if it adds tension and humor, that it changes compared to the other story, I find it a shame that it can't speak. I'll see for when we go back to Alice's side, that she finds a raynar translator and manages to talk, even if it's just for a few seconds... or that an event reinforces Warren's idea, that she is an ally
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Très jolie histoire, j'ai hâte de savoir la suite et si ils font finir par s'entendre, car même si sa rajoute de la tension et de l'humour, que ca change paraport au autre histoire, je trouve dommage qu'il ne puisse pas parler. Je verrai biens pour quand on retourne du coter d'Alice, qu'elle trouve un traducteur raynar et arrive a discuter, même si c'est juste quelque seconde.. ou qu'un événement renforce l'idée de Warren, qu'elle est une alliées
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Très jolie histoire, j'ai hâte de savoir la suite et si ils font finir par s'entendre, car même si sa rajoute de la tension et de l'humour, que ca change paraport au autre histoire, je trouve dommage qu'il ne puisse pas parler. Je verrai biens pour quand on retourne du coter d'Alice, qu'elle trouve un traducteur raynar et arrive a discuter, même si c'est juste quelque seconde.. ou qu'un événement renforce l'idée de Warren, qu'elle est une alliées
Translator would be a far cry... But... He is at least taking into consideration her odd behavior, for a jailor
I mean, i’m sure dome people might think he’s being too harsh, but all things considered i cant say i could trust her either.
She did cut off what was to his knowledge, a perfectly good leg, after all.
Dismemberment is a horrible ice breaker.
She did cut off what was to his knowledge, a perfectly good leg, after all.
Dismemberment is a horrible ice breaker.
Aye, I'm trying to write both sides to have merit for trust and distrust. Though, then again, she could have just left him for dead ;3
That's going to have to be one heck of a chance for him to run away on one leg.
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