Wandering

Jehrico

The place was, well not what I thought it would look like. I don't know, I guess I expected to find something like the underground bases that the Storm Keepers or the Imps have, not tunnels dug crudely out of the ground. Oh well, I guess I just too high of expectations.

I turned a corner and immediately felt my day get better.

"A bar!? Sweet."

I waltzed up to the bar tender, a little overweight man who looked ready to tear me apart limb from limb. I took a seat and with a cool, collected move I looked around, noticed a few of the customers staring at me with distrust in their eyes.

I waved weakly, but they just grunted and continued talking, glancing over at me ever so often.

"Tough crowd," I told the bartender jokingly, but he just stared at me with his anger filled eyes.

"Gulp," I swallowed loudly by accident, this was a very unfriendly place.

"Uh, what have you got?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Here," he slammed a glass in front of me, filled with a weird liquid.

"I'm guessing this ain't brandy," I said disappointedly.

He grunted and walked over to some other customers. I just sighed and started to leave, the atmosphere here was too angry and distrusting, I couldn't stand it. I left in a hurry, weird drink in hand. I walked down a long corridor while I sniffed the concoction. It had the smell of alcohol, but it sure didn't look like it. I passed a few people on my journey around the colony, and they just looked distrustingly at me, and I really started feeling alone, and lost. I had turned and went down so many corridors that now I had no idea how to get back to the Medical bay, and the painkillers the Doctor had given me were wearing off, and my arm was slightly throbbing in my cast. Nothing I couldn't handle. Not the first time id been hurt before, why the month before I got on Mercury a Cybrid infantry unit on Jupiter’s moon Io had shot me, and I had a hole in my gut the size of a baseball. But thank god it healed up.

I twitched my right arm and continued walking down the corridor, sipping the strange drink every so often, getting annoyed at the looks every one gave me.

I got annoyed when I looked into the room I was entering. The bar, again.

This time not as many people were here, so I walked back up to the bartender.

"What do ya want bub?" he asked gruffly.

"Anything with alcohol, and not that stuff you gave me last time," I said, annoyed that the entire day I had gone in circles.

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