Chapter 1: Everybody Fights for Something

[The Regal Rper]

Daniel D. Rupertt,

Day: 7??


Time of Day: Late Afternoon

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Today....today I nearly lost the ability to write. And you know what's the real funny thing?

That's what scared me the most. Not being able to write again. Not being able to pick up this forgotten pen out of the stack I found on one of the hotel floors and not have the ability to write words-- any words down again.

Out of everything that's happened since I woke up today, the one thing that really scared me was not being able to pick up a FUCKING PEN.

....It's really messed up when I think about it-- which is probably the reason why I don't think about it or am always getting too caught up in other thoughts to even bother thinking about it. Which I suppose I should be thanking my brain for but uh-- uh...anyway...where was I?

That's right, dying. I nearly died today.

Not that I haven't nearly died before, it's just that all those other times I had other people there with me that I had to worry about and now that I'm on my own, by myself, it really puts things into perspective when I think about it and it's just...wow. It's just wow.

My greatest fear was not waking up again and picking up a pen. Because it meant I died out here. In the middle of nowhere. Fighting for scraps of food, after I just killed someone else who probably did the same thing I'm doing now.

Funny, right?

You know what else was funny and ironic? During my stand off with that chick with the bow and arrow, I forgot I didn't have bullets anymore.

Apparently I ran out of those months ago. Fucking amazing right? And I only found a note from two months back reminding myself why I kept this piece of junk. To scare people who didn't have guns. Guess I should've factored arrows into that thought huh?

My trump card was a bluff and if that girl hadn't wasted her first arrow trying to hit me behind my shelter the first time, then she would've killed me for sure if I hadn't had the sense to move the moment I realized my clip was empty.

Four seconds are my best estimate. That's all she would've needed to adjust her angle and hit me somewhere-- anywhere important and I'd be at her mercy. She couldn't have been any older than I was, hell she looked like she was 18 but I couldn't tell, her hair was a mess and the way she had it down made it hard to discern an appearance but--

...I uh...I strangled her. Had to. She wouldn't listen when I tried bargaining with her for food. Kept telling me there was so little, but what was I supposed to do? I'd been walking for two days (I think) and hadn't slept much during. Hadn't eaten or drank anything in that time. She just wouldn't listen when I told her I'd leave if she didn't try to shoot me in the back, as long as she could spare me some water but she kept refusing and pointing her arrow at me. I mean I-I..TRIED. I TRIED, alright!

....I tried...I tried talking to her. Even when I was throttling her I tried...but...she just kept struggling and wouldn't listen to me. Even when I gave her a little space to breathe she just kept on coming. Tried to even bite my fingers off a few times... she just wouldn't stop kicking, hitting, scratching and clawing-- we were like animals I was lion, she was a lioness- and that struggle felt like it lasted an hour as I kept squeezing and squeezing and squeezing and squeezing and-- and...

I felt so relieved when it was all over.

So relieved and so hungry. Food was the only thing I could think about so I just moved her body someplace behind cover.

Got to eat two small baby rabbits for my efforts....barely had any meat on them but at least it was something. I even licked the bones. It still wasn't enough...I'm still hungry...still thirsty...still worried.

...I shouldn't have held on....but that look in her eyes when I got to her throat...God...I just-- I was so sure that if I knocked her out and she woke up an hour or two later, she'd retrieve one of her arrows and just kill me. I- I couldn't let that happen. I still need to find that Tower. I still need to help Evan and the others. I have to. I promised myself I'd make things right.

I just...I can't die yet...I have to get them help.

I just...I have to make things right...I'll leave this place soon enough. Keep heading north. Maybe I'll find something there.

 

[MarinesThePsychoticReaper]

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Character:Artyom
Location:Unknown, Wasteland
Radio song currently playing:

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"Ugh... This heat is gonna kill me." Spoke Artyom following the road, he has been walking along for miles.
Seemingly it just feels like the road keeps going on and on, without any destination behind it.
But what else can you do? It's not like you have any other landmarks to follow. Well besides that Crane on the horizon.
Which reminds me of someone i have met long ago that told me about it. Didn't belive him at first.
But who in the right mind would belive a stranger they just met?
Anyways... this is how it went.

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3 Months ago
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During my scavanging runs, i stumbled upon a small town. I admit it wasn't in the best condition but you will look everywhere if you have to. Just to find supplies. First i hit the drug store, looking for any usable medical supplies or anti-biotics. Suprise suprise, everything was looted there. So without any luck i wandered outside and then i see a man. At the corner of my eye. Running across the street, looking for something or someone. Didn't care at the time. I ignored him completly moving on to the one of the small shops across the street. The sign was so worn out i couldn't read what kind of shop was it.
I walked inside, looking trough every nook and cranny of that building. I found some things but wasn't anything impressed.
I hear the main door open, so i took my rifle. Making my way downstairs. As i reach the bottom, our eyes meet.
He quickly realized in how much shitty situation he was. It didn't take long for him to raise his hands as i stared at him trough my gas mask. I finaly spoke. "Identify yourself Yankie." Although confused he responded with. "I'm Marcus...I'm with the Tower"
I tiled my head looking at him before asking. "What the fuck is the Tower? Don't tell me you guys were trying to steal my stuff multiple times."
He looked at me, Even more confused before speaking. "What? No, our people never steal from anyone. We have standards."
He has let a soft sigh "look, it would take too long to explain right now. Just know that we aren't your enemies."
I slightly lowered my gun, still keeping it ready in case he decided to do anything stupid.
"Alright, let's say I belive you. Then what were you doing here all by yourself? And don't play it was all just a coincidience that we met card."
He gave me this serious look. Making what he said sound more honest.
"One of our people went missing. We set out to look for them while the rest stayed to protect our home. It won't be good if they don't hear from me soon."
I only have let out a sigh before speaking again.
"Go."
I pointed my rifle at the door as i said that. Giving a clear message.
He smiled, running up to the door before stopping.
"If you ever feel like joining a group that will have your back, follow the crane."
After that the guy ran out without saying anything else.
This is how i met Marcus.

A person that i wasn't sure if i will ever see again.
But i know one thing, maybe if i weren't though what i've been.
Maybe we would have been best buddies.

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[Zahzi]

Trafalgar would remember in time Jason's act of mercy upon Vivian, even if in the future she were to scorn such a gift. Doubtful, though. She seemed about as capable of harm as he was of terrorizing people. He followed the trio back to the Tower as his business so far from their territory was concluded. While he had lied about the motivations of the late Scavengers from before, he did know why they were there. Scouts with muscle attempting to catch passersby unaware in the dead of night were hard to miss in his old line of work. A peculiar possession one of them had, though. Parchment with information. Ideas of subterfuge to use to get past the Tower and its defenses. A valiant effort, but for naught. The message was put to fire, along with the burnt rabbit. It would be at least a week before a new team of Scavengers were sent in their place. And Trafalgar would await their arrival as well. As he did for the countless Scavs before, and will for those to come.

As the group reached the Tower's territory, he walked with them for a time, before stopping at the edge of the outskirts. He gave a nod and a wave to them before he disappeared into the slums surrounding the more 'proper' visage of the Tower. It was no secret to anyone that most people still had a resounding fear of Trafalgar. It doesn't take long for it to turn to resentment, then violent intent. He felt no ill will towards them. He knew with how he looked, a walking nightmare and message of all the evils the Scavengers were capable of, anyone should have reservations of coming near. The silence as he walked alone was both soothing and a burden; distractions served as the best medicine to a fractured mind, after all. He stopped his pace and stared directly ahead, a shanty town of sorts using sizable debris as building material was a skill humanity had grown quite accustomed to using in the past two years. The scratching at the back of his mind took such a lack of distraction as a green light to go on its merry way, distorting the very world around him. He brought his hands and clasped them onto his head, his fingers trying in vain to dig into the cold, unforgiving metal as yesterday's shadows crept ever closer. There was a sudden, loud metallic thud that echoed through the air, causing a few people in the area to jump. Upon inspection, all they could find was a large dent in one of the nearby barriers, just about the size of an adult male's head. There was no sign of Trafalgar, for he had already retreated to further within the slums. He needed to find a focus. Something he could remain attached to without the fear of loss. And he needed it quick.

welian Desert Rose TheHangedMan

 

[Swoob]

MARCUS​

At: Food Line​

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With: Desert Rose TheHangedMan welian​

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OOC: Good luck to any high school students applying with early deadlines like me!​

Marcus wasn't going to have breakfast today, according to the hands of fate and to this messenger. After stepping into the open city, saying hellos to the locals as they loved him doing, and waiting, waiting, waiting in the food line, obsessively focused on being an everyman, his stomach kicked and howled in anticipation. However, as the shiny white counter, the dream-fulfiller, drew toward him, so did a messenger, tired and panting.

"Well, what is it?" he asked the messenger's breath.

"Erik—and Jason—are back—and they've—brought back with them—a strange woman," his breath replied in bursts. Marcus looked at him, at the counter, back at him, cursed, and left.

As he walked away, he told the messenger, "Tell all the other messengers: bring Erik, Jason and the woman, wherever they may be, to the government tower and tell the other members that an emergency committee meeting will begin immediately." As the messenger scurried off, Marcus strode towards the government building. The heat of the sun could not save his face; with a cold, hard expression, he began to think. The woman and the book. Two new poisons were slipped into the Tower Organization in one morning, and there was no telling what they could cause, however far into the future, unless Marcus had a plan.

And Marcus had a plan.

 

[Desert Rose]

Jason wasn't kidding when he told Erik that the ex-scav woman was in the man's responsibility. So it was no surprise he was a little more than mildly irritated when a messenger told him that Marcus wanted to see him along with the other two. "Dammit... Erik" he mumbled under his breath. He managed to at least grab a biscuit before heading in to the meeting area.

The ex bounty hunter managed to make it to the meeting hall before Erik and Vivian. "What's this all about Marc? I'm never invited to these sort of meetings." Jason said gruffly with a mouth full of biscuit, clearly annoyed. "Decided you just needed my winning personality?" He asked his voice dripping with sarcasm.

To be fair he never was involved in the meetings even after adventuring. Erik was always the one giving the report and Jason went back to doing his own thing on base. It wasn't like he had many friends, most didn't even trust him. He could understand why if he were them, he wouldn't trust himself either. The thing most people didn't get about him was the fact he was loyal. However, that loyalty lied with Erik not Tower.

There Jason stood arms crossed over his chest after brushing some biscuit crumbs off of his hands. His back against the wall as he leaned against it not willing to take a seat just yet.

Swoob welian TheHangedMan

 

[The Regal Rper]

Daniel D. Rupertt,

Day: 75?


Time of Day: Early Morning

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Priorities. I always thought I could get my priorities straight even when I felt like the world was weighing on me with all its pressure. But, I gotta say, everything sort of looses meaning when you find salvation in the form of water.

I don't know what time I woke up today. All I know is that at some point in the night, I awoke from a nightmare in a cold sweat, and after struggling to remember where I was and what had happened in the past few hours I decided it was time to leave.

Before I ended up, just like her.

I never realized it till I started walking. But I kind of miss knowing the time. Then again I guess time is kinda irrelevant, isn't it? Who needs time when you're trying to survive right? Well, anyway...what was I saying? Oh, right.

I found a camp today. And I can't say if it was a good or bad thing that I stumbled on it...in this state.

At first, I thought they were Scavengers. And right then and there I thought of leaving immediately. But...for some strange inexplicable reason, a part of me said: Go back, take a look.

And...I did.

Boy, was I not at all surprised to see what I found. Torn up tents, one, two, maybe three bodies laid out here and there. A struggle, was what I was able to tell but I wasn't sure if some were Scavengers that had a falling out or two groups that let tensions get to high and decided to off each other.

Whatever the case was, I didn't let it bug me. I let the burning dryness in my throat, the sore muscles in my arms and legs, and the perpetual growl of my stomach take my thoughts elsewhere. And so I began walking to through the graveyard and searching for any possible survivors.

It...was pretty bad. Seeing children in the mix, made it worse. Much worse when I noticed a few still had their lifeless eyes open. Slit throats, bashes to the head with heavy or blunt objects, the place had been ransacked or if not, then Scavengers had certainly been here and left everyone here to die.

Then I heard a voice. And looking back on it now, I wished I'd turned away. Just kept walking and acted like I'd heard nothing. Perhaps if I hadn't decided to explore the whole fucking place to find a very slim chance of survivors I may not have met Adam.

But when I heard that voice. And I remembered how Eric had died with a voice not to different. I couldn't leave. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I tried to, but I just ended up turning back. I spent, idk, five minutes agonizing over what to do before I finally mustered up the courage to go take a look.

Then again, maybe it was meant to happen because, I wouldn't have been given a chance at extending my own life with the gift he gave me.
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[Swoob]

MARCUS​

At: Government Tower Lobby​

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With: Desert Rose welian​

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OOC: Hanged's character will now be a free-to-use NPC.​

"What this is about, Jason," Marcus said, "is the woman you've brought into camp. Spare me the details; knowing you, I'm sure you and Erik disagreed on bringing her back, but the fact of the matter is that you two have brought a small dilemma into my city. You're here simply to follow the procedure: you'll wait here in the lobby with Erik while we interview the woman, and you'll be interviewed once we're done with her. Please understand that procedures are very important here, and it's your duty as a citizen of the Tower Organization to uphold them."

The government tower was no more intact than the rest of the buildings of the city. The lobby's floor and large glass windows were half-gone, and dirt perpetually dragged itself across the browning tiles, and no amount of morning and afternoon cleanings could stop time or the wind. Though the reception desk had been rebuilt, its chips and cracks were clear as gashes. It wasn't a lobby anymore. However, Marcus still tried to piece it back together. It was a ghastly sight, but in time, in time...

"Nice to see you again, Jason, Marcus," called a voice from the doorway. Marcus turned and gave Erik a firm handshake.

"Erik. Good to see you. Please, have a seat. Sorry to call you out here when you've just returned, but I'm sure you understand—and I just finished telling Jason this—that we have procedures we must carry out. I'm glad you're fulfilling your duty..." He then put a subtly sinister chill into his final words. "... as a citizen." After staring Erik in the eyes for a few more seconds, he turned and rested comfortably against the wall. "I suppose the Committee members will start entering soon. After that, our last guest is this mystery woman. By the way, what's her name?"

 

[Desert Rose]

Jason couldn't help but roll his eyes as Marcus went on about being a citizen. Being part of the military he understood what Marcus was intending, but coming back from the military and being a regular citizen was next to impossible for him. In all honesty he enjoyed this world a little bit more. It made sense to him then again he always enjoyed post apocalyptic video games so adapting to an actual post apocalyptic reality wasn't so hard. He basically thought himself inside a video game. He didn't understand why others couldn't seem to cope with it, and figured they wouldn't survive long. Only the strong survive, and wasn't that what everyone was fighting for?

Once Erik entered and they all were gathered Jason sat down, arms crossed over his chest. "She knows Tralf." He said ignoring the question about the woman's name. After all names didn't really matter to him. "If you ask me..." (which no one did) "I think it's a trap... but what I think clearly doesn't matter." Jason stated his eyes looking towards Erik . "Although if she does become a citizen she said she would work for me." He chided with a smirk across his lips clearly pleased with this predicament.

After that the man leaned back in his seat and simply waited for the questioning to begin. He really didn't care to some degree but he was in fact part of Tower so their decisions would effect him in a way. He did have an appreciation for Marcus, at least the man was trying to bring the world back into civilization and create a society out of strangers. He just hoped when push came to shove he wouldn't accept every living thing that walked through that door.

Swoob

 

[Desert Rose]

Not too far from the scavenger base Nyx along with five others were out hunting for whatever they could scrounge up. An old building was found a week ago and they were finally exploring it. A couple of weapons and quite a bit of canned food. "This must have been a store at one point." The young girl said looking around. She was talking to no one in particular or at least that was what it seemed. The girl was always a bit off and talked out loud as though someone was present with her. Everyone learned not to inquire about it or make fun of her for it. Nyx was no the type to be bullied and as one of Salem's watchers she was held with high regard, or rather most were too scared to mess with her.

While the canned food was placed into bags something stuck out that drew the attention of everyone. "Of all the things to survive a fucking apocalypse..." One of the guys said as he picked up the opened box.

"They're probably all mashed up and gross." Nyx replied coldly.

"Only one way to find out." He said and opened the box pulling out the delicious contents in all of its glory. He held in his hand an unharmed twinkie. He grinned seeing it was perfectly preserved and threw it at Nyx.

The girl caught it carefully as to not smoosh it in her hands. "No way." she said with a half smile and opened the packaging. While the others watched her she took a bite and grinned nodding to them. The others took their share of taking a twinkie and the rest including another box was put in the bags as well. "Finally something tasty." Nyx said finishing eating. "Let's head back, nothing else seems to be around." She instructed.

Before they left they gave the area another once over and headed back to the hideout. They had gone over night and into early morning so had missed most of the action earlier that morning. Upon arrival they were informed of what happened and how Salem as always was in a horrid mood. "At least we came back with something." Nyx said looking at the five with her. They all seemed to agree and gave a slight shudder remembering what happened to the last group that had gone out and returned empty handed. That was the reason Nyx was told to take a group out and she was quite relieved she could deliver. Salem didn't scare her after all. However, she was more afraid of disappointing him than his punishments.

Nyx took the two guns they found with only a couple of bullets in each and an old buck knife along with the boxes of twinkies to Salem. She set the items down on a makeshift table. "We found roughly twenty cans of various food items and these." She said quite proud of her findings. "The guns only have a couple of bullets and we didn't find any extras lying around." She explained.

"Can I have the knife?" she asked picking up and opened it "Still sharp" She whispered with a rather sadistic smile. She didn't really mention the twinkies but felt that they needed to be preserved rather than thrown in with the rest of the food. "I also heard that defenses were down while we were gone... what happened?"

Swoob

 

[Swoob]

SALEM​

At: Scavenger Base​

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With: Desert Rose Nap (involves Walker)​

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OOC: now that i have a break from school, let's continue! chapter 1 isn't over yet!​

"Yes, you can keep it. And what happened," Salem spat, "was that your colleague was even more incompetent than I thought and let some bastard named Adam Stoll sneak into the camp even though it was his job to guard the gate." He looked up at the sun, who had teetered over the celestial peak and began to tumble down toward the horizon, and sighed. "Though I guess nobody found him.

"Listen, Nyx. I have two jobs for you. First, you need to tell everyone that they need to be finished packing up by tonight, because we're leaving after sundown. Then, I need you to find David and bring him to me. We're going to kill him tonight, so you don't have to be careful with him, but don't go overboard. I want to do most of the torturing publicly. I'll be very proud of you if you do these for me. Alright?"

Looking out at the desolate camp and the desolate people wandering around it, Salem scrutinized his followers. I'll need a new Watcher, he thought to himself. However, nobody he saw could fill the part. David was a natural predator; his skin could barely contain the muscles that exploded with even the slightest movement. Despite his body, though, his mind shook feebly inside his head, and was easily tamable. He was the perfect guard, emanating terror, but timid toward his leader. Without him, there was nobody else with a strong enough presence that Salem could trust as a Watcher.

Except for one man.

"Also, Nyx. Bring me Walker."

 

[Desert Rose]

Nyx was one of the youngest of the scavengers and had adapted to this new life better than some would for her age. Her eyes stayed focused on Salem as he spoke what happened and a tinge of fear crept inside knowing someone got so close to the camp and then seemed to vanish without anyone knowing. It was odd to say the least.

"I'll be very proud of you if you do these for me. Alright?"

Those words made the girl pause and look at him she slowly nodded "Alright." she said her voice a bit quiet. It was her motivation and Salem seemed to know that. Threats just didn't work on her, and even though threats were never idle the girl just seemed to enjoy them. Salem had only told her he was disappointed in her one time, and that was all it took. It broke her for months. That was before she became a watcher, and in those months of making up for that disappointment she became a Watcher.

Nyx pocketed the knife and pointed to the box of twinkies, "Jake found those... too delicious to put in with the common food." She noted and then left.

The girl's thoughts wandered as they often did as she walked down the hall towards the medical facility where Walker would most likely be. Moving around wasn't anything new but it did sometimes get tiring. "Shut up!" Her voice spoke harshly as she turned her body to the right of her scowling at the emptiness of the hallway. Of course to anyone else there was nothing there, but she stood their glaring at something or someone. A few quick breaths she continued her way and walked in.

"Walker... Salem wants to..." She started to say as her eyes drifted over to Nadine and the crowded room. Nyx was always a bit nervous of being in their makeshift medical room. She didn't trust doctors which was understandable given the fact that she was locked up in a facility before the end of the world invoked her freedom. "He wants to speak with you, best not to keep him waiting." She finished her sentence. The girl didn't care for the man and wondered what could Salem want with him.

Her eyes shifted to Nadine and the others "Best start packing we are leaving after sun down, spread the word..." She said and with that last bit of information she turned to leave.

Swoob Nap

 

[Nap]

music | time: like hours later? | location: Med Tent | interactions: Nyx ( Desert Rose ), Walker| mentions: Salem, Jerome

A couple hours went by as Nadine found herself in the midst of a heated argument with Jerome no where in sight. A man who'd lost a hand had been ridiculed by another Scavenger and the both of them were really going at it. Normally, the woman would turn a blind eye and ignore such idiocy, but they were doing their business in front of the medical tent. That was all the more reason for her to step up, even if she felt a bit intimidated by both their burliness.

"Excuse me," she'd announced herself, stepping in between the two like some type of referee as she slowly crossed her arms. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't slander each other in front of my workplace." Nadine was a bit surprised by her tone of voice. It was cool yet stern, calm yet filled with warning. There was nothing she could actually do in the event they decide to gang up on her, however. She may be skilled with books and the scalpel, but she was nothing when it came to physical, brute strength. The best she could ever do in a hand-to-hand situation was run. And how would that look in the eyes of other scavengers?

Kaz, the one who first ridiculed the handicapped guy, simply scoffed before turning his attention away. The two men kept bickering and it wasn't long before they were both taunting each other with nudges. Nadine let out an uncomfortable sigh as she felt her palms sweat slightly, wondering how she was going to stop two idiots from tearing down the tent. It was then that a familiar head of blond hair was next to her, a sly smile on his face.

"Ladies," he spoke silkily, "what are you doing, fighting in front of Miss Nadine's work area like that?" The two seemed to instantly tense up at the sound of Walker's voice, whose tone was obviously unamused even if he was smiling. Walker began leading the two men into the medical tent itself, against Nadine's attempts. She pleaded him not to do anything brash to her work area, but all he did was shake his head and offer a look of caution.

Nadine bit the inside of her cheek as she quietly followed the three men in. Walker seemed pleased by her compliance as he immediately forced the two guys onto some makeshift chairs, one hand pressuring down onto each of their shoulders. "So... I'm really annoyed. Do you know why I'm annoyed?" Walker asked, turning his head to Kaz with a calm smile.

"Because we were arguing in front of Nadine's tent?" Kaz fidgeted before he suddenly hissed in pain as Walker's fingers tug into his shoulder.

"Right, okay..." Walker continued before turning his head to John, the one-handed man. "What about you, John? Do you know why I'm annoyed?"

John let a few seconds pass before he let out an unsure response. "I'm... not too sure, honestly."

Walker smiled widely, his somehow purely white teeth showing, before putting pressure on John's shoulder. "I'm annoyed," Walker stated as he removed himself from their sides and next to Nadine, "because I came back from a supply run thinking I'd be able to spend some quality time with you-know-who, but you ugly mugs had to show your faces. That's really a mood dampener, you know?"

"Yeah..." Kaz answered slowly.

Suddenly, the light from outside shined through as a small female stepped in. Nadine's eyes met Nyx's in a slightly unpleasant way before she adjusted them back to the table she'd found herself organizing for no reason. After hearing Salem wanting to see Walker, the woman's heart dropped a little but it was mostly due to the possibility of losing the only person capable of protecting her than someone she... "loves."

Walker himself didn't appear too pleased by the interruption either, but a hierarchy was a hierarchy and both Nyx and Salem were the people above him. All he did was pat the two men's shoulders before following Nyx out, leaving Nadine to begin packing her things and Kaz and John staring agape at the doorway.

 

[JujuBee]

Jerome​

Jerome hadn’t meant to disappear the way he did. He had gone out for a quick walk figuring Nadine would be fine. Then he’d heard that they’d be moving and decided to gather his things quickly. He’d rather be packed and ready to go than procrastinate and push it back until he would get in trouble for being so slow. Either get in trouble or left to die and to be quite honest? He wanted neither.

It wouldn’t take him too long to get his belongings packed up in his book bag. It was a pretty decent sized bag, though it certainly slowed him down when it was completely full. He didn’t mind it though. The fewer things he carried, the better. So one book bag and a small one he could carry by hand. Perfect. Now that he didn’t really have much else to do, he’d make his way back to Nadine, seeing if she knew about the move and to see if she needed help. He’d walk towards the tent nonchalantly, keeping his eyes open and alert to those around him.

What would surprise him, however, would be the sudden body that entered and the two that left. Walker being one of them, Jerome would watch them carefully. He had never been much of a fan of the guy. If anything, that guy seemed to be just as ruthless as Salem if not more. He was one to be cautious around if anything. Maybe that’s why he found it so surprising that Walker was with Nadine.

Once the pair was further away, Jerome would make his way back to the tent, stepping inside and letting his eyes find Nadine. He’d give her a questioning look before staring at the two men still sitting there.

“I’m sure you’ve heard that nows the time to pack up since we’ll be leaving?” He asked, walking all the way in. At this point, he’d ignore the men as he didn’t see them as much of a threat since they seemed to be patients. “What do you need help packing?”