Snippet #2691708

He had been well burning in the sun for the last couple of hours, sort of asleep in that hovering disc supporting his round shape. It was a small ranch house that was sort of repurposed into a tourism site. Travelers would come here as a retreat from the busy bustling life of the city and find the serenity of the countryside. It was awfully boring. Corvo did not believe he had signed up for a full week of this.

He had been trying to read a book, the supposed past time of the cultured fellow but he couldn’t get into it. Just line after line of purple prose and cliché after cliché. Why did he ever picked this up? So he was stuck here for the whole week (The transport to take them into the capital would not arrive until next Sunday) with little to do but dull through the days.

And then the gunshot happened. He awoke thinking it was for a moment just some sort of waking nightmare. Wh-What? The mobility hovering systems shifted about aimlessly for a moment. Damn it! He had his fingers on the console! He let got and the hovering disc chair stopped. What was going on!? He looked around. None of the staff running this house was present. Probably taking the rest of his group through the tour of the countryside. He took a moment to SLAP a bug that bit his neck. They were eating him alive out here. Horse flies. The scourge of his existence these last couple of days.

His attention returned to some cattle fielding off very far from the ranch. He was nervous. He looked about looking for something and found a bloc of wood on the floor. He honestly had to reach at it with an effort as fingers grazed it utterly embarrassed and grateful no one was present. Finally picking it as his makeshift club, the foreigner placed his hand on the console again and he began to move forward the systems making a small engine noise as he moved off the ground.

Slowly he came upon the scene. Woman with a gun with her hands now completely covered in blood. Oh god! Some of its brain was pouring out! Corvo felt sick as he placed his hand to his thin lips. “You are not SERIOUSLY considering eating that!?” he demanded. Yes. A strange bloody woman with a gun was present and Corvo first concern was hygiene and food safety.