Today No.033 overused his esper as we fled from the Kril killbots. He clutched his chest, eyes bulging as blood/slime/brain-matter splattered over the visor of his helmet.
Nausea bubbled in my throat… Or my Kril symbiote was trying to do me in too.
No.040 was enraged. Yelled that my indecision caused No.033’s death. The other symbiote-espers fanned out, eyeing me warily.
“It’s either now or never,” No.040 hissed.
“I have a family at Base. Don’t you remember the rules? Desertion is death.”
At that, they directed their espers at me.
I had no choice.
Uchechukwu Nwaka is a student of University of Ibadan, Nigeria. Uchechukwu’s works have appeared or are forthcoming in Cossmass Infinities, Hexagon, Fusion Fragment and elsewhere.