The White.
Around Gill, white light encompassed all his sight-.
No airport. No bomb.
Just the White-
-And a rather ugly mug infront of Gill.
Not that Gill took much note of said ugly mug- the explosion had done nothing to Gill's sprinting gale and only blinded Gill. Gill was still running, his legs still bee-lining towards where Wiley would still have been. The ugly mug had it coming-
-running straight forward, a composed swallow gracefully catching it's prey; as composed as a cornered rat, as graceful as a dancing hippopotamus.
Several incoherent thoughts arouse from Gill's vibrant wisdom as he bull-rushed the Valkyrie looking girl.
Wait, what ugly mug, there's only one ugly mug that I know-
-And it's not mine, stroking his beard, or lack of rather, even while running.
That's it! That ugly mug could only be one person!-
"Gill Bates. Welcometh to the afterlife."
-"WILEYYYYY!"
"IS THAT YOUU!"
Gill tackled the Valkyrie full force, grasping and groping, all around her in a most manly and rough, gruff manner, searching for the bomb that could cause great harm.
"Wiley!" Gill continued,
"Wiley, do you know where we are Wiley?" Gill shaked "Wiley",
"Wiley look, the bomb's no where to be found, did you eat it!?" Gill exclaimed, his friend was not very bright.
"Wiley those are bad for you, Wiley! WILEEY!" Gill kept groping Wiley for the bomb, noting a suspicious lump around the chest that wasn't there before,
"Wiley you changed!" He knew that war changed people, but not this much...
Around Gill, white light encompassed all his sight-.
No airport. No bomb.
Just the White-
-And a rather ugly mug infront of Gill.
Not that Gill took much note of said ugly mug- the explosion had done nothing to Gill's sprinting gale and only blinded Gill. Gill was still running, his legs still bee-lining towards where Wiley would still have been. The ugly mug had it coming-
-running straight forward, a composed swallow gracefully catching it's prey; as composed as a cornered rat, as graceful as a dancing hippopotamus.
Several incoherent thoughts arouse from Gill's vibrant wisdom as he bull-rushed the Valkyrie looking girl.
Wait, what ugly mug, there's only one ugly mug that I know-
-And it's not mine, stroking his beard, or lack of rather, even while running.
That's it! That ugly mug could only be one person!-
"Gill Bates. Welcometh to the afterlife."
-"WILEYYYYY!"
"IS THAT YOUU!"
Gill tackled the Valkyrie full force, grasping and groping, all around her in a most manly and rough, gruff manner, searching for the bomb that could cause great harm.
"Wiley!" Gill continued,
"Wiley, do you know where we are Wiley?" Gill shaked "Wiley",
"Wiley look, the bomb's no where to be found, did you eat it!?" Gill exclaimed, his friend was not very bright.
"Wiley those are bad for you, Wiley! WILEEY!" Gill kept groping Wiley for the bomb, noting a suspicious lump around the chest that wasn't there before,
"Wiley you changed!" He knew that war changed people, but not this much...