CHAPTER 8: POV: Round 2?

[ I dig myself into 682's matted fur. You look up at the sky, the helicopters are still following you, but the old ones turn back, most likely requesting backup. Guess we better get ready for round two. ] ---------------------------------------------------------

[ Y/N's POV ]

You expect more helicopters to come. Strangely, none come. Why?.... You thought they wouldn't give up on you, seeing that they tried hard. You look at 053. She shrugs and turns around, now sitting criss-cross. You look back at the sky. Still no helicopters... "It's weird, no? I thought they would try harder than that." 053 leans back and rests her head on your lap. You smile at her. "You mean that wasn't there hardest?" You tilt your head and 053 laughs. "Of course not! Those were just some lousy MTF. Just wait until you see some NTF!" Your puzzled. "NTF?.." 053 looks up at you. "NTF. Yes. I ran into a couple once. Wasn't my best day." She looks away. You look away too. The silence is actually very nice. Your arm has stopped bleeding, but it still hurts. You wince slightly, then look up at the sky. Your eyes widen. You shake your head. 'I must be all loopy from this pain..' You think, then turn back to 053. She looks at you and smiles. "Can it talk?" you ask, pointing at 682. She nods. "That's 682, my friend." You look down. It's been a while since you last ate. You look back up at the sky, deciding that's the only place that's, well less dead. 682 is moving quickly. 'Maybe their just taking their time getting backup.' Your heart beats faster as 6 small shapes appear in the air. You tilt your head, squinting and trying to figure out what they are. "What are those?" you point with your good arm. "Bad luck, We've got some NTF." 053 says randomly. "Are they really that bad?" 053 smirks, "You should see them when their really angry!" she sits up and waits. As the objects get closer, you take in a shaky breath. ...