Clink
#1 of The story of Saythe
Short fallout story I wrote a while ago.
The clanging against the suit, the amount of gas filling the chamber, the beeping within the suit telling me that life support was following the power core in my back. All these things and I knew my life was about to come to an end if I did not act.
I couldn't free myself from the swarm of ghouls gripping and banging against me. Their insistent rasping and screeching perforated my mind. With them holding me back I was incapable of loading a new power core or even raise my arm without exceeding power limits.
How am I going to survive this? My mind raced as I watched the power in my systems dropping. With out power my life support would soon leave me to the gas filling the chamber, there was no doubt that I wouldn't be able to remain conscious long inhaling it. Refraining from moving allowed me to conserve power but no matter what it was dropping fast.
A moment later a thought came to mind, I deactivated my life support held my breath and reached to my belt shoving through the ghouls with what remained of my strength. I pulled free a broken lighter, something I had picked up while wandering the wastes. I gripped onto it and struck a spark. And then I didn't hear anything, I couldn't see anything, in one moment all of my senses were pulled from me.
What a stupid idea, well done jackass that was one splendid way to off yourself . My body reeked of fresh agony, my sense of feeling having come back with tortures pain. I felt like crying out but the agony contained it, wishing for me to become consumed.
Well damn, with this much pain I would think you aren't quite dead yet. I flexed my muscles, my arm screamed as I did this but I realized I could still move. Punishing myself I manage to trigger the release on the power armor. The air around me burned as I pulled myself free from the giant suit of metal. My hearing was returning but my sight had yet to change.
Following my instinct I raised a hand and felt blood dripping from my eyes. The blast must have burned my eyes rendering me blind. I would have dwelt on this but I knew I was fading fast. My very life was draining from me in the form of horrid crimson. I screamed out, ignoring the flaring pain in my lungs. I remained still waiting, waiting for something, some kind of sign I was still alive to the world. And then I heard it, the world calling out to keep living.