Peter led Dave to a skyscraper aside the main street.
"Here we are."
"Are you sure?"
"I think I saw Sean walk in and out here. Let's give it a shot."
"Alright!"
Just as they were about to enter the building, Peter started twitching , his whole body started shivering. Random lines with blue , red, and green started appearing. Peter fell onto his knees, glitching like crazy. Then, he was still.
Peter looked up at Dave , struggling, with all his might.
"I had no control..."
Peter slumped onto the ground, his life drained away. He stared blankly at the sky, with his mouth opened, his chin hanging.
"What's going on?"Dave cried as he put his hand above his nose. There was nothing. The air was still. Peter was dead.
Medics started swarming in, including a man with glasses walked towards Dave.
"Dave?"
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An Old Man's Lunch
Science FictionAn old man trying to get his lunch back. This is my first story btw. What do you think? There may be slight edits throughout the story after it's published.
