Seymour - \"Quarantine\" pt3

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The crowd dispersed back to their corners of the camp, leaving
Frankmon lying dead on he floor. Sandramon looked up with tears in her
eyes as Bobmon came back. "I tried to stop them." he said weakly. But
didn't say anything else. Sandramon left Seymour's arm and hugged him
instead, leaving Seymour unsure what to say or do. He patted her
brother on the shoulder and sat down by the campfire.
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Who: Seymour Niples, Sandramon and Bobmon
Where: Disease colony
When: Just after last post
Sandramon had stopped crying for her brother after a couple of hours.
"Well it saves him from having a long and painful death at least." she
said. And looked at one of the houses in the camp. "It saves him
having to go in there."
Seymour was getting irritable. His costume was starting to chafe badly
in places, and he was sick of lying to these people. He edged closer
to them both and whispered. "I've got something important to tell you
chaps." He said.
His next breath was broken by the sudden noise of a helicopter flying
over the perimeter wall and hovering over their camp. The force from
the propellers blew air and dust over them, blotting out their fire
instantly.
The area was getting dark now, so the bright spotlights from the
helicopter were a sudden shock, and lit up the area like a 1980's film
about alien abduction.
Seymour put his hand up to shield his eyes from the light, and
grinned. He'd never been so glad to see Chris Harris hanging out of a
helicopter with a machine gun.
The guards around the perimeter of the camp, were initially confused.
But it disn't take long for word of a stolen helicopter to reach them.
They opened fire on the badly beaten aircraft.
Harris spotted Seymour and lowered a rope ladder to him.
Seymour grabbed the ladder and turned to Sandramon and Bobmon. "I'm
sorry, but this is my lift." he said, and started to pull himself up.
Sandramon pulled him down. "Wait, what about us?"
"Oh yes, I do apologise. Where are my manners? Would you like to be
rescued?"
Sandramon grinned. Here eyes shone with delight and she kissed Seymour
on the lips. Turtles don't really have lips though, and Seymour wasn't
sure if he liked the experience. He climbed the ladder and allowed
them to follow.
As he reached the top, Chris Harris helped him into the craft. He
looked back at Sandramon and her brother who were still climbing,
their diseased-riddled bodies finding it more difficult.
The helicopter started to jerk, and they were pulled slowly to the
ground. "Hey!" Yelled jay from the pilots seat. "Who are we picking
up? King Kong?"
Seymour looked down to see half of the camp trying to pull themselves
up the ladder.
"No! One at a time!" he shouted. "Please form an orderly queue!"
But they weren't listening. These people were literally willing to
kill for a chance to get out of this camp.
Jay lifted the helicopter back into the air, and the hangers on
dangled precariously above the ground.
The guards were still shooting at them, and started shooting the
diseased people climbing the ladder, who one by one started to fall.
Several grabbed Bobmon's trousers and clung to him desperately. He
cried out in pain as the weight was too much for his diseased arms and
he fell back to the ground.
Seymour reached down and helped Sandramon into the aircraft. She
hugged Seymour. "Thanks for letting me escape." She said.
Seymour awkwardly thought about their kiss mere moments earlier and
wanted to be honest to her. "Look, Sandramon old girl. I'm not what
you think I am."
"Oh?" She said, backing away from him slightly.
Seymour took off his face mask and removed his belt, allowing his fake
shell to drop to his feet. He stood there, just wearing a pair of
long-johns. Looking all human.
Sandramon gasped.
"I didn't know how you'd react." Seymour said cautiosly.
An awkward moment followed, as Sandramons hands were clasped across
her mouth in shock.
The moment was broken very quickly when her friendly eyes turned, and
she reached for Harris' gunbelt. Quickly and expertly she pulled a
pistol and pointed it at Seymours head. Seymour didn't have time to
react before she pulled the trigger.
Luckily Harris did react, and he pushed her arm upwards, allowing the
gunshot to discharge harmlessly out into the night sky.
Before she could do anything else, Harris then pushed her out of the
flying vehicle, where she grasped the air desperately, then fell to
the ground with a thud. A crowd of diseased Shellites in the camp
formed around her, poking her lifeless body.
It has all happened so fast Seymour didn't even have time for it all
to sink in. In mere seconds, a girl who quite fancied him had tried to
kill him, and then plummeted to her death.
Harris looked over the side, then put a reassuring arm on Seymour
shoulder. "Sorry buddy." He said.
After a moment of stunned silence, Seymour walked to the cockpit of
the helicopter and sat down.
"Mister Chrylser couldn't you have found a better quality aircraft?
The upholstry in this model is appauling." he complained.
<Tag! lets go find that ship>