Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 39)

Guess who’s finally getting good at ice skating? This guy. Took me a little while, but I’m finally achieving balance. Even though I’m not going to be performing figure eights any time soon, I can at least be happy with the progress I’ve made. I mean, at least I’m no longer falling on my ass or face constantly.

I really don’t want to pick up where I left off last time, because recalling it still freaks me the fuck out. However, I know I’m only stalling. I might as well get back into it then. Naturally, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about seeing those feelers extending toward us. I frantically willed for any part of my body to move to no avail.

They squirmed, wiggling and I could see needles poking out from the tips. I did not like where this was going. All I could do was close my eyes, bracing myself for what was to come. Luckily, it never did. The feelers were inches away from piercing us when the sounds of many boots storming the floor became audible.

The controller paused, turning to face its source. A new group burst into the room. In addition to full body armor, they also wore heat vision goggles and wielded tranquilizer guns. They didn’t waste any time in shooting darts into our attackers.

“Can you move?” The one nearest to me asked.