Night of Nights | + malarkeydonald
Eugene wasn’t sure how he wound up this far on the list, how he had been so lucky, if that even was the right word. The entire trip over, the medic stayed silent, his eyes falling on Winters or the door, his chin tucked down into the straps of his shoot and supplies. He’d be the second one to jump that night, and he wasn’t sure yet if that was a blessing or a curse.
But when his boots hit the ground first, his hip second, he couldn’t help but wonder how he had gotten down there safely. The entire thing was a blur of bullets whizzing past and bright flashes in the air. And as his fingers fumbled with the pack, releasing the chute from his body, he couldn’t help but thank God for letting him survive the first obstacle of what would be a very long night.
It was only when he looked up, taking in his surroundings for the first time, did he realize he was not where he was supposed to be. His eyes scanned the horizon for a moment, trying to spot anything that might tell him where he was. But the search was to no avail and he was alone, without a map and completely unarmed.
His boots hit hard against the ground as he ran, diving into the brush as his mind raced on the next course of action. He wondered if everyone had been split up like this, or if he had just messed up somehow. After all, he had jumped right behind Winters and yet, the man was nowhere to be found.
Closing his eyes, he tried to remember the maps that they had studied, trying to figure out where he was. He knew he couldn’t sit here forever and after making sure the coast was clear, he pushed himself from the brush quickly after hearing the sound of a jeep’s wheels on gravel. If anything, a road might give him some sense of location. He just had to get to if first.
His body stayed close to the ground as he ran, his eyes wide as he tried to spot any movement in his dark surroundings. His steps were quick and when he found a bush further down the road, he didn’t think twice before diving down into it, his supplies letting out a small clang as he hit the ground for cover.
It was then he wished more than anything, that he hadn’t been chosen to be a medic. He had nothing to defend himself with; he was an open target, something that became all to real when he heard the sound of footsteps making their way across the road right to where he was hiding.
"Flash." He forced out quickly, his voice shaking as he spoke.
