Crashlanded: Chapter 16

The Consequences of a Name

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Randy struggled with the cap on his bottle of whiskey. The wound in his shoulder prevented him from gripping the bottle any harder than a baby. He grunted and looked to Gappy. The oaf ignored him while Phoebe stared at the floor, her arms shackled around the bed behind her. Holding the bottle in his good hand he bit the cap and twisted. It spun off and he drank deep with relief. He lay back down and closed his eyes, hoping to catch a few precious hours of sleep. He sniffed something pungent, earthy. ‘Is that smoke?’ He said sitting up.

‘Shut up,’ Gappy growled.

‘You don’t smell that?’

‘Keep talking and I’ll shut you up.’

Randy sighed and reached for the whiskey. He took another swig and offered the bottle to Gappy who ignored him. Randy shrugged and lay back down.

A few minutes passed and Randy heard shouting. He angled his ear to the open window. ‘Fire! Fire!’ People shouted outside. He stayed silent and watched Gappy resting…