"Stranger things could be true," Phil said cryptically - because he was old and dried up and saying cryptid bullshit was probably his favorite hobby or something.

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"Stranger things could be true," Phil said cryptically - because he was old and dried up and saying cryptid bullshit was probably his favorite hobby or something.
"Nobody ever heckles me, by the way. I think Tommy would bite them if they did."
"And for once I would agree with his method of conflict resolution," Techno said in approval.
He'd been shot in the stomach. They were in the middle of nowhere and Techno had a bullet inside him and he was bleeding all over an abandoned factory floor and he never got to turn in that literature analysis essay despite it being a banger actually, he worked hard on that sources page.
This sucked.
"Fucking hell, just- Don't move. Stay with me, mate." Phil turned around. "Medic!"
Huh, Techno thought blearily. Those medic guys were usually called when people were, well, not dead. So that was probably a good sign.
When he could finally clear his sight enough to focus on something, he saw Phil.
And Phil looked… fine. He didn't look like somebody who had been thrown out of a window, all things considered. He was a bit more bruised than the last time Techno had seen him and there was a cane propped up against the chair he was sitting in. But he wasn't a mangled corpse, which is what Techo would expect to happen to somebody falling such a height.
That's why he cleared his throat - the action in itself was pretty painful with how parched he was
"Are we… both dead?"
Was he in the hospital or did he die and was hell just distinctly hospital-like in appearance? Techno wouldn't be able to tell.
He probably didn't expect the scrawny, gasping, nerd-looking one to make a move. Joke's on them for underestimating the desperation of an English major operating on severe sleep deprivation.
Techno managed to tackle the gunman with the element of surprise, using that to his advantage to work them to the ground.
He didn't have a plan, just six feet plus of unbridled rage.