บท 207: Send off of five fingers
Afton can feel the final lurch as the building completely begins to disintegrate. His body is thrown against the metal insides of the machinery and the world finally goes black.
*CRRAAAASSSHHHHH!*
...
...
...
Eventually, Afton's eyes begin to flutter, an intense pain shoots through his body. He groans in pain as he tries to activate his Pipboy, having to use his nose to press a button as his right arm was held down by something.
As he does, the claustrophobic area he and Karl were trapped within was revealed with amber light. The previously vertical metal machinery had fallen onto its side, he looks at his unconscious companion and notes that he doesn't seem all that injured...
After inspecting Karl, Afton begins looking over himself, once again feeling pain shoot through him as he tries to move his arm. Looking to his side at it, he spots that it's been completely crushed by something. The machinery the two were inside had partially collapsed, almost severing his right arm with the incredibly sharp shards. "Shit."
He didn't know if that was something he could heal, he couldn't even tell if his arm was completely intact as the rubble blocked him from being able to see the rest of it... Whatever its condition, the profuse amount of blood leaking from underneath the metal was worrying.
He wondered if his [Adamantium Skeleton] Perk had failed, but eventually realized that if he could survive tons of metal on a concentrated area then he would be basically unkillable. He gives his arm one last tug and almost faints due to the pain, sure enough, he wasn't moving from this position without a crane to lift the metal.
Fortunately, the metal acted as a make-shift Tourniquet so he wouldn't bleed out... He look down at Karl and gives the man a light kick to the face.
"OOF!" the man looks up at him spitefully, "What the fuck was that f-..." he looks around for a moment before paling, "Oh, we are so fucked."
"Karl, of the two of us, I'd say I got fucked the most in this situation." he momentarily thinks back to the hostages they'd failed to save and sighs, "No, nevermind... We need to get out of here."
Karl spots Afton's arm and shakes his head, "You're not going anywhere trapped like that... Even if we could somehow get out from under all this rubble, there's an army of Fiends waiting outside."
Afton slumps slightly, "So, we're fucked..."
Karl nods, "Yeah. I don't see a way outta this..."
...
...
"I know this isn't a good time to say this, but... Did it really have to be my wankin' hand?" Afton says, pointedly glaring at his crushed right arm.
Karl shrugs, "Must be karma, teaching you a lesson for beating your meat so viciously." he jokes, though, both could tell it was forced. Neither really knew how they were going to get out of this mess. Not to mention they didn't know how long they'd been unconscious for, hopefully Boone had gotten away before the Fiends turned their attention to him... He probably knew how to drive Dirt-Bird, right?
...
The two sit in silence for a couple minutes until Afton gets bored with their eventual impending doom and looks at his Pipboy. He wanted to see if it had anything that could get them out of here... Unfortunately, all it had were his quests, inventory, status that stated his right arm was 'crippled', no shit. And the map which clearly stated they were still in the Rock Crushing Plant.
*Creeeeaak*
The duo's ears perk as they look over to the side where the sound had come from, they hadn't expected anyone to actually come for them for a number of reasons. The first being this was Fiend territory, the second being that they weren't worth all that much, even if you add up the price of their weaponry, you'd get more for salvaging a building.
"Boss, do you really want these bodies so badly? We can just grab some more people off the highway if you want." a quiet voice makes its way through the rubble.
"It's not them I want! I want those two bounty hunters! Put their heads on pikes to show how strong I am!"
...
Karl and Afton look at one another as if trying to decide what to do with their eyes alone. The latter looked down at his right arm and gives it another tug, grimacing in pain as nothing happens. The limb was better attached to the metal crushing it than himself at this point.
He couldn't leave it like this though, their enemy was eventually going to find them, so if he was stuck here and unable to move he was super fucked... This whole situation reminded him of a movie in his old world. It was called '169 hours' or something? The protagonist was stuck and had to cut his arm off to escape...
Afton pales slightly as he looks down at his arm... Could he really do that? It wasn't as if that was the end of the world, cybernetics existed in this universe, and he was sure with maxed out science he could construct something usable... Right?
Still, just thinking about it made his stomach churn. He had never been a squeamish guy, and was fine with committing all kinds of brutal acts on others... But now that he was presented with the choice of death or mutilating his body, it was honestly difficult to say which he would prefer.
"Karl, pass me something to bite on." he states after coming to a decision. The sound of the Fiends digging through the rubble was getting closer and closer, he couldn't delay it any longer.
Karl seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, reaching into his bag and pulling out a clean-looking rag. "You sure about this kid?"
"No. But there's not another way." he says as he secures the rag in his mouth and pulls out his knife.
ความคิดของผู้สร้าง 
Niggross
Niggross I know, I know. "How could you do something so horrible!" I can hear you saying, but listen. His masturbating hand had to go, perhaps he'll get a perk so he can use his left... Or maybe not.
I hope you bois liked the chap, if I missed anything please let me know. Thanks!
บท 208: Give him a hand... Wait...
Afton glares down at his arm as he tightly grips the knife. It was fortunate he maxed out his Medicine skill otherwise he'd have no idea how to correctly go about this, to do this he'd need to Tourniquet the limb, break the bone, and then saw through the flesh.
The metal crushing his arm had already shattered the bones in his arm though, so that just left with restricting the blood flow and actually cutting it off.
Ideally he wanted to preserve as much of his arm as possible, but, as his elbow had been crushed as well he'd be forced to cut just below his bicep. He grabs the bundle of dynamite fuse from his Deathclaw leather bag and wraps it around his arm while using his teeth to tighten the subsequent knot.
Once his flesh was buldging from each end of the tight rope-like material he was satisfied. He reaches into his bag once again and pulls out some Med X and a litany of other drugs, he uses the metal below him as a makeshift mixing bowl as he pours out some chems and mixing them together, eating them after injecting the Med X. Afterwards his world numbs somewhat, he hadn't lost any control over his body, but simply lacked a large portion of his ability to feel pain.
...
...
Afton takes a deep breath before pressing his knife against his arm after rolling up the sleeve of his recon armour, the flesh being more difficult to cut than he'd expected... His [Toughness] Perk and high Endurance really had a rediculous effect, unfortunately, his damage resistant body was now more of a curse than a boon. Each slash of the knife did less progress than he'd hoped...
It was incredibly strange for him to see each individual muscle fibre, vein, and tendon as he cut through them. The restricted blood-flow allowing him a better look than he'd ever been able to see before.
His stomach was roiling at was he was doing, but he couldn't stop. The uncomfortable sound of slicing, his own grunts, and Karl's heavy breathes filling the area. He'd finally reached the bone, and need to find a place where it'd broken, slicing his knife in between the fragments once he does.
He shakes as some pain comes through, him cutting through his bone marrow being far more painful than he'd assumed it would be.
Afton grits his teeth as he sees the last bit of flesh attaching his arm, not wasting any more time and quickly slicing through it while using another rag to steam the small amount of bleeding.
[Challange complete! Have your limbs crippled 1/50 times, or severe a limb. : Tough Guy Pekr acquired]
[Tough Guy] : Limb damage is reduced by 20%. Afton glances at the information and scowls, this would have been quite useful before his arm was crushed... Though, whether or not the combined total of 70% damage reduction on his limbs would've helped he doesn't know.
He slumps against the floor and looks over to Karl, "Gimme a hand here."
...
"Is that a joke?" Karl asks, not finding this funny in the least.
Afton shakes his head, "I mean inject a stimpack into me to seal the wound." he states.
Karl gains a look of understanding mixed with pity and grabs a stimpack out of his bag, injecting it into his stump of a right arm while Afton stems the bleeding. Before their eyes clean flesh crawls over the wound, funnily enough, it hadn't become scar tissue for some reason. So, instead of a scarred stump, it looked as if he was born with this disfigurement.
"Thanks." Afton says, sitting forward and feeling the weight of his Anti-Material rifle on his back... He'd not be able to use it until he gets another arm, the realisation on how many things he'd not be able to do anymore dampens the success of severing his arm.
But, the grieving for his lost limb would have to wait, the sounds of the Fiends digging has gotten much closer. Both could hear the conversations of the many people working, each saying a few words of how disappointed they were that their hostages had to be killed. As well as how coming up with theories on where Afton and Karl had come from, bounty hunters didn't usually try to save hostages after all.
Afton grabs the weapon attached to the bandoleer on his chest, the Sawed-off shotgun and checks whether or not it loaded. Once confirmed that it is he sits next to Karl at the only exit out of the machinery they were currently in.
Karl himself was already pointing his LMG towards it, ready to start spraying bullets at any Fiend that comes within shooting range... Both knew it was unlikely that they'd make it out of this situation, but who could blame them for trying.
"Well, we've had a good run until now..." Karl mutters before turning a serious look to Afton, "If... If I don't make it, promise me that you'll save my girl."
...
Afton shakes his head, "Are you taking the piss? We're gonna make it through this and both save her. No one but those bastards outside are dying today..." he licks his lips anxiously, "But, for what it's worth. I promise."
Karl gives a small smile as the sound of rubble being pulled away sounds like its a couple meters away. Above them they can hear people standing atop the metal machinery, the exit was still blocked though so they couldn't leave yet.
*Creeaaaak*
"Think the boss will mind if I have a go with one of the bodies?" someone says from above them.
"You're a sick puppy you know that? If you wanna stick your dick in a human-pancake than you do you." a voice replies, sounding suitably disgusted.
"Ah! I found something! It's one of our slaves!"
"Hehe, nice!"
"Oi! Boss said to get the hunters, not pissing around with meat bags! KEEP DIGGING!"
ความคิดของผู้สร้าง
Niggross
Niggross
You like that cliff? No? Too bad!
Hope you bois liked the chap, if I missed anything please let me know.
If you like my content or want to read ahead please go to https://www.p.atreon.com/Nagross, I'd appreciate it.
สถานะพลังงานรายสัปดาห์
200+ การจัดอันดับด้วยพลัง 
3 หินพลัง 
ความคิดเห็นย่อย