One Shot Mortal Game. 6.14.2007 More of a social.

[chris]

OK. Part of what you missed at our game.

Bunch of people all gagged in the back of a truck outside of Hermosillo, Mexico the capital of sonora. 29 degree 5 N 110 degree 57 W. within 100 miles of tijuana, Mexicali, Phoenix and Tucson. It stinks in there its been two days they stop and spray the people in the back of the truck who have zip ties on their heads with cloth over their mouths so they have to suck the moisture from the towels. It is 104 degrees in that part of the world in the summer and there is also flash floods. Hermosillo is the name of man who fought against spain for mexican independence. Any way back to these caged people, the drunk driver who is going to get them over the boarder to a farm controlled by the equis gang is too drunk to notice the bridge is washed out. and the cab of the truck goes nose first into the washed out bridge. The people are damaged and broken when the truck crashes but a light of hope shines through the top hinge of the door to the back of the moving truck popped open, but the truck is shifting and the people are clawing and scraping to get up to the hole. The hole that none of them are able to fit through. Yet. In the dark it is hard to tell, man, woman, young, old, hell with how harry some people are was that an animal? So they kick, bite, hit and kill each other. Not that it wasn't bad enough that the first crash opened several arteries and they where all covered in blood and gashes in the first place. One person gets the bright idea to stick a smaller person in the crack and then slam them back and forth in there to widen the gap. This ends up eventually killing the person and the truck shifts more. They can hear the water rushing on the outside of the truck. and they panic more, none of them think that people could hold this much blood as they are conscious of the fact that to be on top of the pile is to push someone else under the tide of blood.
A woman pregnant and in love with her child grips onto the legs of the person stuck in the hole she can hear his flesh tear as she holds on. A priest bangs on the metal cell with his fist vainly trying to make a differance. She falls from the legs and ends up under the current of blood. Shortly after another rises from the sea of flailing limbs. A young man who knows this smuggling trade all too well puts his back to the wall and kicks at the spine of the person trapped in the hole as he does so the priest falls down and the truck shifts again knocking the young man down also. The woman rises again painfully aware of how much blood she is consuming by trying to suck through the cloth to oxygen. This time she figure four locks her arms with the persons legs the wall of the cheap truck begins to buckel as she hangs down. The young man creasts the sea of vomit, puss and blood. He can see with more starlight getting in that if the body was out of the way they could get out but the tear had sawed halfway through the person in the hole and they where stuck on it. The priest raises again from the fluids firmly pushing anothers head under the surface he could tell it was a head only by the biting he was receiving. he looked up so see the young man kicking again at the base of the spine of the body in the hole which sickeningly tore in two. The young man grabbed her before she could fall and put her up through the hole. From there she can see how fucked they really are. Part two coming tommarrow. Spot the typo's win a prize!

[chris]

Now at the top of the end of the moving van she can see the swirling waters below by the cab of the truck. She can't tell with the swirling waters if the chunks of the bridge are moving or still. The decision to move is made for her as the two men move through the hole after her knocking her from her perch. She slides down the side of the van and catches onto the rear view mirror on the side door, her weight pops open the dented door. The drivers body, head split open from a concussion, comes spilling out of the cab she knows he is the only one who knows where they are. At the same time the weight of the two men trying to understand their surroundings on an up ended truck begin to tip the scales the whole trucks shifts as the bridge gives way and falls on her as she clutches to the driver and is pushed by the cab under the flood waters. the two men scrabble over the side to land in the water before the trailer hits it. The priest a stranger to water is quickly pulled under the current. The young man tries for the shore but falls short and after being tossed backwards looks at all of the bodies bobbing in the starlight. He tries for the shore again. Those bodies might just be corpses. He knows he will survive.

Ever sence she knew she was with child, she could feel her baby talking to her. Warning her away from abusive people. That voice now told her to dive, the driver was a load stone dragging her under one she knew she must bear. The trailer did a barrel roll over her head and she emerged from the water on the other side, dragging the dead weight driver. Even though they had been dunked she could still smell the booze on him. bobbing in the water she could see the young man up ahead struggling with the current. The three met in the current and formed a flesh raft. When they where swept to the shore near a dead branch they found the body of the priest face down in the mud. Both her and the young man begin mouth to mouth to save these people mostly from regret of what they had to do get out of the trailor. They cut through the plastic and cloth on their bindings with sharp rocks. They each thought about people they had done this with before. He had not known that his cousins lung had been perforated by the shot until the blood spat out onto his leg he shoved his fingers into the wound but to no avail. He never quite looked at an accordian the same way again. She thought of his rough hands fumbling in the dark and that same foul whiskey taste.

End of part 2...more to come

[chris]

Part three...

She looks at him in the moonlight beginning to breath again, as he spills the river from his guts. Cradling her belly under her arm she looks around for a rock to hit him with she wants him to be awake for this that son of a bitch. She has already found a map on him but it was in code. The priest and young man share some nervous laughter as the priest comes too. She steps up to the plate ready to smash his ankle and slips on the fluid she took from his lungs. She falls heavy and hard and for a moment she can't tell where true north is. She thinks " I should have just killed the fucker!" Seeing her fall back heavy and hard, with the rock over her head, as the driver comes to conciousness makes him smile. He gets up dusts himself off more as an useless gesture being he is wet and pulls his gun from his holster by his spine. He walks up to her and kicks her in the belly and the laughter stops as the other two look over. He is leveling the gun at her head as the young man hits him with his shoulder in his midsection taking him to the ground only to get shot in the roll around. She is furious and jumps on top of him wrapping herself around him to hold him down as the young man takes the gun from him and beats him with it. They leave him unconscious and bleeding this time tending to their own wounds. The fluid black in the night sky mingles with the sparkles in the water waving crests catching starlight and blood. The priest is still sitting there mumbling some prayers. He thinks they are being reinforced by his devotion and aiding them in their determination to go on. They are, but only because they never wasted any time in prayer and they know without them all three would be dead.