Metal Deep: Infinite - Damsels in Distress: Episode 1 Read Online Free PDF

through a torn open door and out into the banshee wind that raked frost covered nails over my naked body. I fell again onto gravel, the sounds of more metal scraping rolled across a debris strewn parking lot.

    The best I could do was pull up to my knees to see the Street Viper trailers torn from one end to another as if cut upon by a very large can opener. The trucks that pulled the trailers burned, and while there were no bodies, off in the distance there was the unmistakable rattle of gunfire thumping on the wind.
     
    My mind grasped like a drowning man clutches for a life preserver to get a handle on what was happening. The best I could do amidst the blur of it all was to run toward a nearby tree line. I did a pretty good job for the first two steps -it was the third that gave me trouble. I hit the edge of the paddock, I tumbled over the threshold of a very large hill. The good part about being so numb that you can’t feel your hands or most of your legs is that you don’t feel the fall when you slide down a fifteen foot embankment.

    I tried to stand again, checking myself for scrapes, but everything seemed fine. A little slower, I finally found some sure footing and sped my way through snow covered trees as fast as I could. Though I wore no clothes or shoes, I tread across rocks and branches as if they were as smooth as tile. The longer I traveled the more detail I started noticing in the woods around me. I could see snow hares hundreds of yards away through billowing snow crystals of intricate fingerprint-like patterns. The hares bounded away from me as I plodded through thick brush until I overtook them and then left them behind. Branches snapped into splinters as I waved them away with a light swing of my arms, and though the snow beat across my face, and the cold was present, it never became unbearable. It felt more like sitting in a car during the winter with A/C blowing. It’s not pleasant, but it wouldn’t kill you either. It was only when I came across the clearing of a frozen lake that I saw the full moon watching overhead. It was the middle of the night. Until then I thought it had been day, or at least early evening. I could see through almost any shadow.
     
    For the record, I hate the snow. That’s one of the things I love about the deep South. There is little to no snow during any given winter. There was a light dusting that settled mostly up in the trees, and a few armies of swirling crystals floated across the little lake. Considering my very naked state I was concerned about frost bite, but while I was not completely comfortable, I wasn’t freezing either. I assumed by the tubes that had been hanging from my arms, that I was full of drugs that kept me from feeling it, and while it didn’t hurt, it didn’t mean I wasn’t unknowingly freezing body parts off right then and there. I checked myself, everything seemed fine and mostly warm, though I had to admit, something felt a little… off.

    Either I had managed to distance myself from the fighting or it had stopped. In the silence I decided to take a break, not that I felt like I needed one. I could have kept on running. I wasn’t getting winded. In retrospect that should have freaked me out, but the small percentage of my already-freaked-out mind assumed that it must have been the adrenaline, and so my priority list moved on to more pressing things like escape, survival, and of course, clothing.
     
    I took an undignified bow at the water and sipped what must have been half the lake of its icy goodness. The water tasted better than any drink I had ever tasted before. I felt as though I had not had a drink in months. Judging by the winter around me it was possible that was an accurate assumption since it was spring when I had gone to the fairground to see the Street Vipers. After I had my fill of water, I took my newly found super sturdy stance just in time to be hit in the head by a falling duffle bag. Guess my reflexes still needed some