by Will Stanton » Fri Sep 20, 2019 11:46 pm
Will coughed once, twice, three times, as he (unnecessarily) tried to catch his breath.
Old habits die hard.
"S...shit..." he groaned, trying to shield himself from the conflagration going crazy all around him.
"Right...get...up. Climb out. On your feet, Stanton," he muttered to himself, beginning the climb out and up through the hole the nanites had drilled down; hoping against hope that it would smoke- and debris-free long enough for him to climb.
And that the fire suppression systems, while good, might wait just a tick before firing...