Realistic or Modern 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 — at the end of the world

[BeyondDandy]

Scene Two
The Helicopter​

It all happened so fast. The entire first floor of the hospital became overrun in seconds. King, holding off one of the dead could see his own reflection in the demon’s eyes. He saw fear, the fear of failure - a look he had not seen since the passing of his younger brother. Then it quickly faded when Toni headlocked the monster, pinning him defenseless and pressing a bullet through the side of its head. In that sheer second of freedom, King took off towards the stairs - shrugging off the hands that clawed at his back, seizing the opportunity to escape.

Rushing up the steps, the dead followed close behind. Despite being quicker than any of them, when the things grouped together like so they became a force of nature. Like ants, they stepped over one another to get to the food first - a wave of hungry, thirsting pests. King found himself dodging some of the tumbling walkers that came from above, jumping over those that were already taken care of by the others and swinging his pistol at the ones that stood in his way - leaving a trail of red in his wake. Toni followed closely, holding the rear as the two approached the roof. He was a good soldier, but disposable, so King had to be first.

Finding himself jetting through to the roof, King ordered Toni to shut the exit door behind them and hold his position. “Close that thing, don’t let anything come out!” He took deep breaths, fixing his demeanor and suit as his eyes adjusted to the light that beamed over them. He felt an unpleasant gust of wind as he rallied with the others, feeling a sense of tension in the group.

King nodded at Lawrence for keeping Gunderson and their mission safe as his fingertips smushed the drop of sweat coming from his hairline. They had lost a few members of their convoy, but their golden goose was safe, that’s all that mattered at that moment. Despite feeling overwhelmed by their circumstances, a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins. The emotions and sensations he felt running through the downstairs with a knife on his throat reminded him of the good old days. It had been a while since he felt that way and it made him feel even more powerful than ever before. “Get to work Gunderson, we have to-“ he started, being cut off by the sudden rise of arms by Denise.

He shifted towards her, who unexpectedly raised her weapon and pointed her scope towards their mechanic Rocky. King turned nonchalantly to find Rocky curling up his sleeve and revealing a bite mark on his forearm. Blood gushed from the seemingly already infected wound, King swore he could see it pulse like a heartbeat. He turned towards Gunderson and the helicopter, watching the unfinished work and lack of propeller rotation or engine noise he wished would have already been on by the time he got to the roof. “You can’t rely on anyone these days,” he murmured to himself with a sigh.

With a gentle palm, King pressed Denise’s muzzle down, nodding left and right with a negative command - not allowing her to take the shot. Rocky pleaded to what seemed like deaf ears, asking them to please spare him, but today was his lucky day - the deaf could hear. With hands up to express safety, King made it known that no harm would come to Rocky, that he was one of them and they needed him to help repair the helicopter. “You have my word, you will return to Lincoln in one piece,” King assured. “But we need this helicopter up in the air first,” he added, pointing at the machine behind them.

“So let’s get to work gentlemen!”

As the group started to gather towards the chopper, King instructed Denise and Toni to stay on alert in case the door back to the hospital didn’t hold. King himself started towards Lawrence, approaching him in silence as the rest became busy with certain appointed tasks. He leaned into his man. “Rocky does not get on that helicopter, understood?”

Bullyboy Squad Togy F foolish99 @Aravis Kandosii The Cat Man

 

[Bullyboy Squad]

“Let’s go then, let’s go meet our new friends.”

Buster stared at the other man with a grin plastered to his face. Unmoving. Something in his eyes hinting danger. Hearing the woman and the girls move towards the exit, he didn't. His strong body propped on the crutches braced. He wouldn't give North much space to go past him. Would use a crutch to trip the guy if he tried.

But the radio crackled with the Northview leader's voice. "Sentries, lay down your weapons. Everyone, stay calm and report to the front of the building."

Game over.

Greg turned, taking his time and most of the space towards the exit as he hobbled and went through the door, heading after the girls. Nari apparently understood the kind of situation they were in because she eventually headed for the exit. To the front of the building.

Buster followed and as soon as they stepped out they could see more and more people leaving the safe walls of their home. Exposing themselves to the raiders that parked their vehicles and began to infest the perimeter. Greg was no military, he wasn't a criminal either, but he could tell the kind of breed these people were. Hyper vigilant he stopped and watched. His eyes trained on the bandit leader that walked in Font's company.

Doormat for a long while, Greg was ready for violence.

BeyondDandy NanLia Safton Togy Miaow MokaChan
SlaughterMelon
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[Bullyboy Squad]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

The last streaks of dusk waned across the darkening heavens. Early evening brought cold winds that howled across the meadows and tugged the black forests surrounding the prison. As soon as the night swallowed the area there was not a single source of light. No moon other than the thinnest crest and stars scattered in the inky skyscape.

Chk.

Chk.

Chk.

With another scrape of the flint the flame flared in front of Freddie's face, illuminating the inner side of his curled palm. The light wavered with another blow of the chilling breeze.

"Tsk." Give a man a break.

The air stilled and the tip of the cigarette hissed ablaze. The enforcer inhaled triumphantly and clinked-closed the lighter, burying his features in the dark. He could barely see the smoke coiling in front of him. And others could only see the tip burning like embers.

"Let's spread, people." He told his fellow patrolmen and the group split.

Freddie walked with his rifle hanging off his shoulder and kept his hands in his pockets. Only occasionally reaching up to the cigarette to trap it between stiff fingers. He wished he was wearing the gloves from Nana Byrd, his ex-wife's grandmother. They had to be somewhere in the house in town, probably in the drawers. He should ask one of the Scavengers to check for him. That cursed North front, or whatever it was that brought the freezing air so early in the year. He didn't even want to think how cold it would get in those concrete cells come winter. Maybe they'd start sharing again just for warmth. Who would he share it with? They'd probably give him Barnes. Again. Dumb Barnes and his farts-fests. If Freddie had a say he'd like to share with Denise. She was a solid woman, handsome and strong. Not like he could share it with his ex… Sometimes the man wondered. If she'd come back to him now, when her Casanova was dead. The douchebag sure had it coming. Not that Freddie had anything to do with it, though.

Hofstadter wouldn't call himself the sentimental type. But as he strolled the black dirt path, parallel to the main road leading to Lincoln, his mind drifted to the old days. When he would stay in bed with his old lady. Getting him late to work, that woman. She was a vixen. But when she wanted to she could be an angel. Of course he missed her. How could he not after all those years sharing one bed and one roof. Too bad she shared their bed with Brad too.

"Shit." His boot caught on a rock and he tripped, clattering forth. His knees and palms hit the hard ground. Making him swear at the asshole who forbade them using flashlights and told them to patrol on the night so close to the New Moon.

As he begun climbing back to his feet, something told Freddie that night wouldn't end well.

NanLia Safton Namazu Jabroni sanatanas Aegis ​

 

[Bullyboy Squad]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

His heart pounded as the gun banged against the dirty concrete. Flash of silver metal caught in his eye before his gaze darted to the boy. He could tell Kenny struggled with the idea of shooting a human like that. But he wanted to live.

The young man lunged at the weapon and Andrew sprung off his place. Roars showered the silence once again as Kenny grasped the grip, about to raise and aim. But he never did. Andrew wasn't as fast but he was much better trained.

Their half-naked bodies clashed and the soldier thrust himself into the boy's space, uppercutting Kenny with his elbow and getting a hold of the gun-wielding hand. He shoved the muzzle down while the boy stumbled back. Right on time as the deafening crack banged in the large cage, echoing in the acoustic space and down the hallways. The bullet bit into the floor by the bars, making some people recoil back, others howl louder and rattle the cage with the surge of excitement.

Kenny fell back into dust. Hitting his tailbone on the hard landing he cried out. His eyes went wet yet still filled with fire.

"Don't." The soldier backed up, clicking the magazine off. It dropped and struck the floor, falling on the side. "Stay down." He warned.

With one bullet in the chamber he kept his arms at half ready as he took a moment to look around. Feeling his pulse jumping in his neck and blood rushing in his ears, the man forced his body and mind into submission. Now it was clear. What he had to do.

Looking at the boy he raised his arms and pointed at Kenny's chest.

"Is this what you want?" His solemn voice rang as the cheers died down. His gaze once more skimming the faces in the crowd before it set on the VIP section.

"Is this what you want, lady?" His stormy eyes fixed directly on Valentine. Before skipping to Weston for the briefest moment. "You want me to shoot this boy like your boyfriend is telling me to?"

His jaw set, forehead crested. How could he not condemn those people? But… Andrew knew the world was filled with shades of gray. And he hoped some of the souls within the prison walls were not beyond redemption.

"Home." Andrew lowered the gun in one hand and turned to face Weston.

"Home ripped open with betrayal is a tragedy." He didn't know if Kenny was part of the rebels. He didn't even know if the rumours about the rebels were true. "But betraying our humanity when mankind is on the brink of extinction is a true catastrophe." He swallowed and put his head up high, glancing around.

"I can promise you there are people who still fight for it! Who don't build their homes on the misery of others! There is still hope!"

He looked back at the Second in Command and slowly raised his aim at him, saying. "And I promise." His finger slipped over the trigger, about to curl. "They will come for you."

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[Aegis]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

Night cast inky shadow across the landscape swallowing up eyesight and any hope of making a hasty advance no matter how well one knew the area. They had elected to travel the main road in an effort to maintain speed while not getting lost. Trees reached out at them from just over the worn road barrier along the side of the asphalt and the occasional rush of chilling wind made them dance like mess of tangled limbs threatening to tear them screaming into the void, but that only held as much water as one allowed their mind to wander. Focusing his mind on the task at hand, Connor scanned as far as he could in the black that seemed to take the place of everything that had ever been in the world to no avail; he imagined that the infected would have an equally difficult time spotting them, though.

The man shot a glance to Tanner who was equally tense and scanning the edges of their vision and clasped a hand on his shoulder pulling him close. It was a minor addition to their warmth as another gust cut through their outer layers, but it was more of a mental comfort of each other's presence than anything. They had been walking for a solid couple hours now and worked up a bit of a sweat with their packs weighing them down, and now this numbing cold was starting to turn things dangerous. Shelter was starting to become a desperate necessity for the two. Fucking cold fronts out of nowhere. Making matters worse, Connor caught the occasional mossy, damp whiff of air blowing in along with the freeze and he hoped it wouldn't rain.

Tanner spoke up in a timid hush as though suggesting another plan was something foreign-- it was, "Connor... I'm really cold."

The ex-soldier's heart tensed as though someone had snagged it and squeezed their grip. The two sidestepped a couple of vehicle husks that had plowed against one another in a 'T' shape in order to take refugee behind it for a moment; the cars were pressed against the guard rail. Connor unhooked his rucksack and lowered it to the ground gently as not to damage it before whispering, "Hey buddy, let me see your backpack."

Tanner obliged and Connor used the two bags as a kind of windbreaker as they settled down in the left corner of the car wreck. The man sat first as to take the colder ground and metal against himself before unclipping his vest and laying it against the bags next to them. Tanner elected to squeeze against Connor's chest for maximum warmth as the older of the two pulled a blanket from his ruck's sustainment pouch and layered it over the two of them.

"Better?"

"Uh-huh."

Connor could feel Tanner shake less and less as well as an audible drop in his sniffling after a few otherwise quiet minutes. The ex-soldier snagged at his long-sleeve and brought it across the kid's face in an effort to wipe the snot off of it.

Connor let out an amused snort after this, "Jesus kid, I thought you were supposed to be almost thirteen."

The man's smile could've lit up the entire night could it have produced light. Tanner sunk himself deeper under the blanket in embarrassment with a grumble.

Things were silent minus the whistle of wind through the cars next to them and the crack of the occasional branch in the trees a few meters beyond. It was only five or so minutes more until Tanner fell asleep, but Connor was more than vigilant. He couldn't imagine sleeping at the moment-- not with how nauseous he had begun to feel already. He hoped the cold wouldn't make things worse and he'd get truly sick; he hoped the same for Tanner, of course. The boy was infinitely more important than him.

Then, from somewhere just off the road he heard the unmistakable sound of a human voice and a thud. It was just off the road and followed by a 'Shit'. Shit, indeed. Connor sank as low to the ground as possible as Tanner stirred with a sigh, "...what?"

"Someone's near."

Tanner's eyes widened in unrestrained panic for a moment-- that much Connor could tell even in the dark. The ex-soldier moved the boy to the side and threw his vest on with as much haste as he could manage while keeping quiet.

"Stay here."

Without waiting for a response, Connor uncoiled from the blanket and made for the edge of the Woodline-- pistol drawn. The man dropped in wait behind a thick tree at the edge of the woods as his eyes scanned for anything out of place. The noise had been too long ago to use that as any accurate information. Yet, an orange speck rose from the ground in nearly the same spot he had imagined he heard the curse from moments earlier. Just beyond that orange speck he saw the rough outline of a nose and cheekbones cast in the faint embers of the cigarette.

Connor's breath caught in alarm. This was the first person besides Tanner he had seen in a few months, and now he had more than one reason to interact with them, finally. However, he couldn't throw caution to the wind just yet.

With less than ten meters between the two, Connor slung out beside the tree revealing as little as possible and levelled his pistol at the man just ahead of him. The metallic click of the safety being pressed off was likely enough to alert the man to another's presence, but this next part certainly was a give-away, "Don't move."

It was emotionless. A calm command given from someone who clearly thought they had the situation under control. An assertion that didn't land anywhere near a raised voice, but still managed more than a whisper.

"Who are you?"

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[Bullyboy Squad]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

Another waft of nippy air smacked the side of his head just as the sound of crushed brush and handgun's safety could have alerted him to the stranger's presence. It didn't. So when the enforcer was dusting himself off and heard the command from the treeline, he jumped a fraction. Internally cursing his quivering nerves. It was too damn dark and Freddie was never a fan of forests after twilight.

"Who's there?" He barked, ready to scold one of his friends for stupid jokes but the question baffled him. Wave of heat flushed his chest and his skin sizzled. Fingers itched for the grip of the rifle dangling from his shoulder. Instead he raised his hands a little in a sign of surrender.

"Easy now…" He squinted at the edge of the forest, trying to discern if the man was alone or more barrels poked from behind the trees.

"I'm just a guy on a walk, alright? I live nearby." He swallowed. "Freddie." Slowly, his hands began to lower.

"The hell you doing sneaking on people in the dark like that… You alone?"

Aegis ​

 

[Miaow]

SCENE ONE
The Convoy​

Minnie stayed close to Nari as her eyes darted around the room. She wasn't exactly a fighter, a stealth expert, nor was she armed... she was feeling pretty helpless in that moment. She wanted to help, she didn't want North to win, she didn't want to report to the front of the building. Inside, they only had one person to fight: North. They had walls to protect them from the others outside... but if they left, they'd be exposed and surrounded. What if they gunned them down where they stood? Maybe she was just catastrophizing things... she prayed it was just her mind running wild.

She almost tripped over her own feet as Nari dragged her along, her mind preoccupied with making up scenarios they could face if they left the safety of the school. She checked Haewon was following them, glancing over her shoulder. As they stepped out into the hallway, she began plotting an escape route. There was a vent, she was small, she could crawl in there and disappear, but that would leave everyone else behind... and the front was still attached, North could grab her before she even had the chance to open it...

She looked up at Nari. Did she have a plan? Did Haewon or Pandora have a plan? Haewon had taught her in a situation where she had to defend herself to kick them in the crotch. She glanced at North. She wouldn't be quick enough to do that to him... and if she didn't kick hard enough, he'd take her out easy. Even if she somehow took him out with the help of the others, there'd be consequences when the rest of them got inside.

"What do we do..?" She whispered to Nari, holding on tightly to her sleeve. She didn't want to die... she finally had a family! A proper one! She had parents that cared about her, that kept her fed and healthy and loved. She had a grandpa! She'd never had a grandpa before... Where was Arthur, anyway?

NanLia Bullyboy Squad ​

 

[Aegis]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

This guy was sloppy.

Connor frowned a bit as the man desperately tried to regain some semblance of equal footing in the conversation. The ex-soldier's immediate thought was, 'Who the fuck goes on a walk like this through the woods-- alone?'

Nobody, but Connor wouldn't say that as it may hint to the fact he had Tanner in tow. As a matter of fact, the man's prodding as to whether he was alone, while understandable-- just made him more uneasy about the entire situation. He swayed and shifted with tense micromovements. The heat of nervous anticipation burned his cheeks into a scarlet flush given the correct lighting and the tightness in his muscles that pulled at his index finger itch made his trigger discipline a priority at the moment.

No. No, he didn't like this.

Then, the guy altogether began to lower his hands as though they had reached some common ground just by him talking into the woods? The situation was weird. This guy, Freddie, was way too comfortable being held at gunpoint by a stranger. Did he have others nearby? Is that why he's being so loud?

Normally, you keep quiet in case of infected, but then again this guy was smoking up in the dark so Connor couldn't tell if applying general safety precautions to this man was sound judgement on his part.

Connor sunk back into the shadow and shrub keeping his handgun levelled at Freddie as he slid a bit down the hill to his left and landed behind a new point of cover, a boulder just large enough to hide behind, to throw his counterpart off, "Alright, Freddie, I'm Connor-- let's get those hands back up. All I'm doing is making sure you aren't a threat. Are you alone? Where do you live?"

He was content to be the one asking questions for now.

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Meanwhile, Tanner sat crumbled under the blanket with a hunting knife clutched firmly in hand. He tried to control his breathing and stay as quiet as possible, but Connor...

He was scared. Not because of the situation but because he didn't want the closest thing he had to a dad to disappear any sooner than he was supposed to. Tanner's face scrunched in worry and his hands began to shake in anxiety at the horror of reality. What we he do if Connor never came back up the hill?

He froze like someone being accused of a crime they didn't commit. Confronted by his worst fear, being without Connor, he desperately wanted to see him... just to be sure.

Tanner emerged from under the blanket and made his way to the guard rail in nothing more than his jeans, shirt, knife, and Metallica hoodie.

"...Connor?"

Tears stung at his eyes while Tanner whispered as loudly as he could down the hill toward the exchange of voices he heard.

Bullyboy Squad​

 

[Safton]

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Scene Three:
The Fight​

Wesley watched as the two men suddenly surged toward the pistol, coming together in a hectic scramble. It was like witnessing two cats circle one another, yowling and hissing only to have a stimulus send them hurtling toward one another in a frantic ball of violence. Wes found himself urging the younger man on as he watched him get to the gun first. He hadn't wanted to give any indication to Kenny during his walkout earlier, but he'd had serious doubts about the young man's ability to overcome his adversary... physically and mentally.

But if he managed to get his hands on a weapon... that was a different story. The other man's physicality would be nullified and -- more to the point -- Kenny would probably find it easier to pull a trigger than to get his hands dirty by beating a man to death or tearing his throat out with his teeth or the ten thousand other gruesome ways people tended to meet their end inside The Pit. But his silent cheer routine was all for nought as Andrew managed to wrestle the weapon away, putting Kenny on the ground before launching into another monologue.
This asshole was persistent, Wesley would give him that.

But then his eyes flicked to the very Second-in-Command who had armed him, his speech seeming to reach a crescendo. Wesley, having lowered his own sidearm slightly upon the fight ensuing, immediately raised it again on instinct. Front sight focus, shoulders squared -- suddenly wishing he had a rifle instead of his pistol.

Beyond his sights he saw the hazy out-of-focus image of Andrew aiming the pistol, delivering what could only be his final words. At least, he hoped that's what they were for his sake. Because the enforcer was already taking the slack out of the trigger with the pad of his index finger... until the pistol barked in his hands and filled the makeshift coliseum with a crack like thunder.

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[Namazu]

SCENE THREE
The Fight
(With input from Bullyboy Squad )​

None of this was a surprise to Weston: Kenny not managing to end this even if he got to the gun first, a bullet wasted, and a gun pointed at him. He knew the risks going into this. He'd probably get an earful later about recklessness and being an idiot and yadda yadda... so forth, and so on. But it was a calculated move - even if, admittedly, quite risky.

Andrew had just challenged the status quo twice. Once with his traitorous bullshit move, and once again by standing up against the way justice was doled out. Weston would readily admit to himself this was not a good system they had, but the important thing was there was a system. Period. He was not going to let someone buck that, nor would he let someone get away with challenging him. Right now, with King gone? He was top dog, and he was going to make sure everyone here was keenly aware of it.

Even if he hated all of this.

Weston caught sight of Wes raising his weapon on the other side of the cage. He wasn't the only enforcer to do so. In fact, Andrew was already as good as dead the second he raised iron against him. The idiot threw away a perfectly good chance at living. Weston didn't have any other guns on him, just a knife, but that's all he needed.

There were several gasps in the crowd as Wes' shot rang out, sounding thrice as loud in the enclosed space. The whole thing seemed to pass by in slow motion: Andrew taking his sweet time aiming at Weston, never actually taking the shot, and clearly not wanting to even as he was struck by Wes' shot. Andrew lurched to the side, red immediately starting to spread from his side just under his raised arm. Splatters of blood hit the ground first, followed in short order by the defeated older man. There was no exit wound, which was bad news.

Andrew had barely bounced against the floor once before Weston was unlocking the cage and entering it, pulling a knife from his its place at his side. He kicked his gun out of Andrew's hand, grabbing it up and giving it a glance. The safety was on again. It was doubtful that was an accident - the man had no intention of ever shooting him, apparently. Weston got a smug grin on his face with this realization.

Shoving the gun back into his holster, he approached Andrew and towered over him, digging into his own back pocket. He brought something special on this occasion - it was either going to be a reward, or a parting gift to bury the man with. Rolling Andrew over onto his back with the heel of his boot, Weston crouched down next to the dying man and held the item up: a wallet-sized picture, dog-eared and bent. Weston gave it only a passing glance first, to make sure it was right-side-up, as he held it in front of Andrew's eyes. As he did so, he knelt down and whispered something to Andrew, quiet enough that only the dying man could hear it.

Once he was done giving the man his parting words, Weston sat up straighter and raised his voice. "Something else to look at while you're dying. I figured I'd do you that much, even if you tried to fuck us over. We're not animals, you know." Weston commented to Andrew, though loud enough for the room to hear. He glanced up at Wes, motioning with his head and eyes toward Kenny. Hopefully the enforcer would get the hint to go scrape the shaken kid up off the floor. He kept his knife ready in his other hand, ready to take care of things when it was time.

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[NanLia]

SCENE NUMBER ONE
The Convoy​

Dutchess smirked as Cabrera sauntered through the gates like he owned the place. He did, technically King owned the school and its people now, but Cabrera was King by extension. She was no fool to think otherwise. She waited for Xander to call out his people before she slipped the safety back onto her pistol and tucked it in the back of her jeans once again.

She surveyed the other Samaritans as they milled in and covered the grounds keeping tabs on the people here. Some she recognized from the prison, others she didn’t and could only assume that they’d been recruited while she’d been gone. Dutchess didn’t feel the need to introduce herself; if she needed to know their names Cabrera would introduce them to her.

She glanced back to see Nari, the girls, and Pandora exiting the building and she leaned into Cabrera. “That’s one of their medics and their engineer - she’s the one who set up the whole fence system and everything else they’ve got going for them.” She paused and chuckled. “And she’s banging the boss here. They’ve been playing house. That reminds me - they’re two in there that won’t be coming out on their own. One’s in a coma, and the other’s their prisoner. He put the first guy in a coma.”

Cabrera frowned, silent for a time before grunting his answer. “Bring out the prisoner.”

Dutchess hated the idea of going back in and having to deal with Kurt herself. As much as Kurt didn’t know who she was, she was very aware of who he was prior to the world falling apart and came from something she didn’t want to deal with again. Thinking for a moment, she took Font’s radio and brought it to her lips.

“North, you there?”

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[NanLia]

SCENE NUMBER ONE
The Convoy​

North followed Buster as he slowly meandered his way to the doorway, clearly making a point of taking his time. He was tempted to shove the cripple forward just to move him faster but he could sense violence in the man. As much as North welcomed the opportunity to fight, he’d been itching for a brawl for some time, and he knew better than to be the one to perpetuate the conflict.

He paused as his radio cracked and he heard Dutchess calling for him. He sneered and brought the radio up. “What now? Did the girls not make it outside?”

“They’re here, boss man wants you to go get the prisoner, bring him out for the meet and greet.”

North cussed but didn’t answer, heading down the hall towards the school’s gym to do as he was bid. “Like some fucking errand boy…”


Nari glanced back down the hall where they’d come from briefly; Buster wasn’t right behind them and she wondered, momentarily, if he was tying up North’s attention span to give them the opportunity to flee, to find somewhere to hide in the school. But for how long? The people at the gates weren’t going to just go away and how much worse would it be if they disobeyed and were found later?

Her decision was made for her when she spotted Buster shambling out of the administrative office with North behind. Opportunity lost. She led the girls and Pandora to the main doors, squinting as she stepped out into the light. She felt her heart sink as she saw the sheer number of vehicles and people standing outside of their gates.

Nari stepped aside from the doors as more of their people exited, clearly, she hadn’t heard them being called out of the building with them. She tugged Minnie closer, leaning down so she could speak to only the girls quietly. “Stay calm and quiet.” She glanced towards Font standing near Dutchess and who she presumed to be the leader of this group of invaders. “Stay near me or your sister and … don’t hesitate if we tell you to run.” She lifted Minnie’s chin to look at her directly, keeping her tone low and serious. “We’re going to do everything we can to keep you and your sister safe but if Xander or myself tell you to run you do it, you don’t look back and you keep yourself safe.”

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[Togy]

Scene 2
Fight or Flight​

Jamie all but shoulder-checked the roof access door, stumbling out into blessed daylight. He stayed in place just long enough to watch everyone rush up the stairwell and outside, taking the momentary break to massage his bad leg. The knee and joints were aching like they always did from a run up the stairs.

The Bell 214 painted with a red and white air ambulance livery sat center stage on the decrepit helipad on the roof. Small Flecks of rust and scratched paint were peeling off the helicopter from where James hadn't yet gotten around to cleaning and repainting. Just across from the helipad, near the edge of the roof, was a sunchair, umbrella stand, table, and portable cooler. The night guard had set up small accommodations for King so he wouldn't get bored and consequently pissed off while he waited for Jamie to put the finishing touches on the helicopter. It was a reminder that Jamie had planned to take hours checking, double-checking, and triple-checking anything and everything on the helicopter before taking off, not fifteen or so minutes before the horde downstairs broke down the roof access door.

Jamie rushed to climb up the helipad, just catching the tail end of a confrontation between Denise and Rocky. He wasn't paying enough attention to tell what they were talking about, but whatever it was it wasn't his business.

Unfolding a step ladder from where it laid underneath the tail, Jamie readjusted the duffel bag of spare parts and tools on his back before pulling himself on top of the tail, wrapping his legs across the steel like a saddle. The hydraulics and slide valve of the tail servo control were the most pressing issues. If the hydraulics screwed up or the slide valve got stuck, the helicopter would spin out of control if he tried and everyone on board would probably die. In aviation, 'probably' wasn't that bad. At least in comparison to losing the jesus nut, and yes, that's the technical term. The jesus nut was the only nut holding the main rotor to the helicopter, and if it failed, would cause the blades to fly off the helicopter. At that point, all you could do was pray. Not for survival, there's no chance of that, but for mercy from the big man upstairs.

Jamie was somewhere around sixty percent sure the jesus nut wouldn't fail, and he wanted to make that at least sixty-five percent before taking off today but he wasn't sure he'd have the time. He thought it was a good idea to keep the statistics to himself.

Jamie had already removed the steel covering of the tail to reach the servo control when he noticed a distinct lack of Rocky. Car work may not have equated to aeronautical engineering, but at the very least Rocky could make sense of the engines. What was the hold up? Jamie hadn't tuned in to the group conversation since they got on the roof, and frankly he didn't care. All he knew was that they weren't hauling nearly as much ass as he would like.

"Rocky!" Jamie called from on top of the tail, not looking up as he began to remove the servo control to get easier access into its inner workings, "Get up here, I need you to check the engine and clear the exhaust!"

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[Bullyboy Squad]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

Prickle of cold sweat on his back made him shiver as another gust of air sneaked under his collar. Freddie could barely make out the human shape in the dark, internally cursing when the man drew back, hiding in the shadow and trees.

"That's the thing, pal. I'm not." He reluctantly put one hand up, sluggishly raising the other to pull the cap off his head and rub his hairdo with his wrist. "If someone sees you aiming at me like that they ain't gonna ask questions, you see. We're like a big family here and you're just trespassing so..." The enforcer put the cap back on.

"How about you put that thing away and we talk without the barrel between us."

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[Aegis]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

Connor was taking a long time to respond. What if something happened? His breathing came in uneven heaves that suddenly caught as he felt a blade glance the back of his neck— the cold brush of steel as though the weapon contained the tormented soul of many others who had met their end hanging from the blade caused his stand to stand on end.

He felt like a big boy. Tanner was a big boy. Connor told him needed to be, so he was. BigboybigboybigboybigboyBigboybigboybigboybigboy.

Tanner didn’t feel like a big boy.

He was snatched by his wrists and turned his head to gaze upward at the towering skeleton of a man before him. Tanner nearly wet himself, but something caused him to stop all bodily process as though it injected death straights into his veins and into his brain. Something… something was off about the man. Call it a child’s ability to detect evil, but staring into the man’s eyes he saw something twisted and demented fluttering like ash behind the whites inside. It looked like how Connor looked when… when he killed someone, but Connor turned it off afterward. The way this man seemed calm yet violent sent Tanner’s head spinning in terror.

His heart was tearing itself apart beneath the claws of the skeleton’s fear and the final shift of the blade sent the child screaming over the edge of his sanity, “CONNNNNNNOR!”

The shout resounded through the tree line and bounced along tree after tree carrying its terror-filled message.

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Connor had been chewing on what the man said. ‘A big family and you’re just trespassing.’

That told him everything he needed to know about this place. The wording was off, the vibes were off, and the whole thing stunk to hell of just another totalitarian shithole that sprouted up in the ruins of society and was waiting to tear itself apart. Fuck. This had been a colossal waste of time, and if he was wrong then damn this man for being the world’s worst spokesman.

“I think we’re done here. I’m gonna let you on your way and we’re gonna be gone before you even—“

”CONNNNNNNOR!!!”

The man’s soul was snatched from his body as he went pale as a ghost.

No. No. Nonononononononononononono.

The man flipped around to rush to the boy’s aid but was assaulted by the reality that if he left the other man alive then he would run the risk of being surrounded.

Connor froze. His morality was caught between executing the man before him to makes things easier, or trying the humanitarian approach. The ex-soldier very sincerely doubted that putting down one of their number would ingratiate him to whatever group occupied this area and by extension make getting Tanner away from whatever he had just encountered harder. Yet, could he risk it? Fuck. No more time to deliberate.

Connor threw himself at the hill as though he were a addict that knew his next fix were just at the top of the crest and hoped that Freddie wouldn’t be able to put one into his plate in this darkness from that distance.

Cresting the top, he saw the one thing he feared in this whole situation: Tanner had been caught by one of the others that Freddie had spoken about.

“H-hey,” Connor hesitated, “let the kid go. Please…”

The ex-soldier threw his hands up and let the pistol hang limp in his right hand only supported by his index finger through the trigger guard.

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[Bullyboy Squad]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

We? Did the man just admit he wasn't alone?

Freddie froze at the piercing cry for help, his heart racing. It sounded like a kid. A damn kid for goodness sake.

The enforcer watched the man hesitate before darting up the hill. Once that muzzle was no longer pointing in Freddie's direction, he drew his own pistol. Squeezing a walkie talkie in free hand he pressed the device to his moustache-framed lips and rasped out in a loud whisper.

"What the hell is going on out there? I got a man running toward the screams." He clipped it back to his belt and ignoring the previous plan he turned on his flashlight. Following the beam of light the man began climbing towards the scene, feeling his nerves flutter in his stomach.

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[Safton]

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Scene Three:
The Fight​

Wesley watched Andrew go down in a heap, keeping his gun trained on him all the while... but it soon became clear that the man was done as red pooled rapidly beneath him. Ears ringing, he saw Weston entering the cage and moved to follow suit from the other side as a knife flashed menacingly in the Second's hand. But he didn't gut the prisoner like he half-expected. Instead, he calmly retrieved his gun and spoke to the man: something to soft for Emmett to hear. Wes had no care to hear it in any case -- that was between the two of them. Few people got to settle their business in this world.

As the Second nodded toward Kenny, the enforcer returned the gesture before striding forward, hefting the young man to his feet by the collar. "C'mon, kid." He looked pale-faced, probably in shock. "Let's get you back to your room." He wasn't sure how this outcome -- such as it was -- would be looked upon by those who had sentenced Kenny to his fate in the first place. He hadn't beaten Andrew... but he was the last man standing and maybe that meant something. Thinking about it caused a pain to well up behind his temple as he pushed Kenny out of the arena by the shoulder, not bothering to cuff him.

After guiding the dubious victor back to his cell to recuperate, Wesley paused before grasping his walkie and keying the transmit button. "Freddie. You copy?" there was no response, but that wasn't surprising. The man was patrolling well outside the prison walls tonight, after all. Wes headed to the communications room where an operator was sitting behind the UHF base station and its antennae. "Anything from the patrol?" he asked.

The operator frowned. "I got something a second ago, just bits and pieces. I was about to call you. Sounded like Freddie."

Wes reached out for the speaker mic attached to the transceiver, holding the button as he lifted it to his lips. "Come in, Freddie. Status report."

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[Aegis]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

Tanner shuddered under Sam with such force at the breath falling like poison across his back that the spasms sent the kids neck grazing the blade enough to draw a few growing pricks of blood that streaked down onto his Metallica hoodie. However, not even this new pain or the fact he was hostage was enough to shake him.

Altogether, Tanner stopped shaking. His heavy breathing drew back into a more controlled pace and his eyes locked onto Connor’s with such reverent and trusting gazes that it seemed as though the child would die willingly as to not further inconvenience his surrogate father’s mission here. Even the man’s threats to use his head like a soccer ball no longer held sway over the child as the man’s presence seemed all-assuring. Tanner’s idol had arrived— his god.

Connor stirred at the man’s assertions and was inclined to agree to his demands. The man maintained the eye contact the kid had established with him and began to fall to a knee to deliver his forearm to the ground. Up until this point, the ex-soldier maintained a knowing air of submission to the skeletal figure across from him, but as the blade drew blood from Tanner’s neck his face exploded into such an unbridled rage that it threatened to tear free the skin from his bones sending a skeletal wraith to drag the man’s soul to hell. Red hot with anger, Connor let the pistol clattered to the ground but he made no move to unload it. Rising to his feet he barked, “Drop it, Tanner.”

Without pause, the child followed his command. Tanner would turn around allowing the blade to slit his jugular, use the last of his waning strength to hold the skeleton still, and then allow Connor to beat and break this man if only his caretaker asked him. As far as Tanner was concerned, Connor could defeat this man with a punch, send him flying over the treetops, and falling back to the Earth some miles from here if only he tried! In Tanner’s mind, Connor could do anything!

Connor was ready to tear the entrails from this new man’s stomach and parade them, but the hostage and the beaming light approaching from the hillside brought him paused. His neck thick with muscled cords Connor fought to maintain a pleasant edge to his voice, “Alright, now that we’ve done that it’s time for your part of the bargain. I’m Connor, that’s Tanner, and you are, sir?”

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[Crono]

SCENE 1
The Convoy​

Hummingbird. Staring up at the flimsy ceiling tiles from the cool tile floor below, Kurt found himself doing something he'd done over twenty years ago. Find shapes among the random dotted patterns of said tiles, which he'd often done when in Highschool. Miyu handed him books and assorted entertainment through the makeshift hole in the door, with the permission of the powers to be here at Northview High of course. But those only lasted so long, and Kurt's eyes aren't what they once were. After reading for a while he'd have to take a break, the words going blurry on the page, or risk a headache. And the Rubik's Cube? Well, he'd been utterly defeated by that thing weeks ago. Still, when Miyu asked about it he'd tell the girl he was getting closer. No since in worrying her with the truth that he was bored out of his mind, not that boredom in a cell was anything new for Kurt. Five years he'd spent in his last one, and he was only weeks..no, months? Well, shit. He'd lost track of the days at some point, who knew.

Hurried footsteps alongside hushed voices passing by the door drew Kurt's attention. Causing the man to sit up with a light grunt, his back regretting the fact that he'd laid on the floor so long. Stepping over to the door he peered out of the hole that was used to pass him food and items, as well as give eyesight on him from the opposite side of the door. The man caught the glimpses of a few people rounding a corner down the hallway, in a hurry, then somebody else walking at a quicker pace past the door, not the typical patrol. His radio crackled and a voice came from through, a voice he'd grown accustomed to given the amount of time this man spent interrogating him. "Sentries, lay down your weapons. Everyone, stay calm and report to the front of the building." Kurt frowned as he tried to work out what it meant, nothing good was clear. Was the school under siege or was something else happening? Was Miyu safe? The man passing by had his hand resting on his sidearm, looking rather conflicted at the words he'd heard. Kurt knocked on the door, "Hey, let me out. I can help!" He called out, but only succeeded in getting a snort in return before the man headed towards the front of the building. "Worth a shot." Kurt mumbled, stepping back some and standing up straight. But now his concern was only growing, so he did the one thing he could do. Kurt started pacing around the bathroom, listening intently for someone to pass by the door or anything else he could hear.

Time went by, just minutes probably, but eventually he started hearing footfalls that weren't his own and Kurt paused his pacing. The clatter of keys clicked into the doors lock, followed by a click. The door opened and Kurt recognized the other man as someone who'd been put on patrol occasionally checking on the prisoner, or bringing Kurt his food. Still, Kurt didn't know his name. Not that he knew many names of Northview's inhabitants, but he'd picked up a few here and there from hearing conversation outside the door or having them give him their names back in the beginning of his imprisonment. "Care to fill me in on what's going on?" Kurt asked, approaching the doorway after the man made no notion of what he wanted from Kurt. "Maybe I can help with--" He was cut off, the wind knocked out of him by a jab to the ribs. Dropping to his knees, one hand instinctively going to where he'd been hit. Kurt looked up, half expecting a follow-up to his face but only saw the man watching him with a smirk.

"Yeah, you can help. By getting your ass out of there and marching." North stepped out of the doorway, waving a hand for the prisoner to move it along. After a moment of gathering himself, Kurt stood up and did so. The halls were mostly empty but he saw a few people at the far end, looking to be exiting the same way the two of them were going. Briefly he couldn't help but wonder if this was his execution, though it seemed less likely all things considered. It wasn't until they exited to the outside that Kurt started getting a better idea of what was happening. He'd had to throw up a hand to block the sun from his eyes, spending much more time inside the dimly lit cell, than the bright outdoors these days meant his eyes needed a little more time adjusting to the sun. At the momentary slowing of his pace, he got a little shove from North behind him telling the man to keep moving. People were standing out in the courtyard, and there was a clear line of people near the gate that he didn't recognize in the least. Not to mention Northview's valiant little leader looking both frustrated and defeated amongst them. Still, Kurt saw no sign of Miyu and he couldn't decide if it was a good sign or a bad one.

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[Bullyboy Squad]

Drowning in the pure, white panic, Rocky watched the woman draw a gun. No… it couldn't be the only way, it couldn't be! Did he hear the enforcer right? Lawrence scolded Denise suggesting they push him off the roof?!

On the verge of doing something rash and dangerous, Rocky suddenly was brought back by the leader's voice. One that men feared but in that moment it was soothing, genuine, the only thing that made sense. Of course they wouldn't kill him. They needed him.

The mechanic blinked the tears away, nodding gingerly to the order disguised as request. And as they all heard the pilot holler from inside the machine, Rocky felt inclined to hurry. His body shook from fear but he unfolded the sleeve and tried to convince himself that everything would be alright.

Still, his voice wavered as he spoke to Gunderson. "Alright, just tell me what you need."

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[Bullyboy Squad]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

Freddie was just getting a response from one of his fellow patrolmen when another voice overlapped with the transmission. The chief of security's voice to be exact. He waited for a few moments to make sure he'd be heard.

"It's Freddie." He stood in the middle of the forest on the hillside, aiming the gun and the flashlight clasped in his armpit up ahead. Walkie talkie in hand. "I saw one guy, but he's not alone. Heard a kid screaming, might be a family. One of ours had to get to them." He began to move again, carefully.

"We could use a car, I'm by —" The rest of his words were distorted and he could only guess that was the case when any reply came out jagged and unclear too.

Quietly cursing he put the radio back and squeezing the gun and the light in his hands he kept searching. Finally recognizing the figures in the dark, he approached. Illuminating their faces.

"What's going on here?" He eyed Sam and the way he held the kid as laverage.

He investigated the situation, pausing on the boy but asking the adult stranger. "Is it just the two of you?"

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[Bullyboy Squad]

SCENE THREE
The Fight​

His body jerked, knocked off his feet after the powerful projectile plunged into his side and wrecked his internals. The bright lights, the faces, everything spun with vertigo as he tried to hold himself up. Or so he thought, numb and trembling from adrenaline, before he realised he was down on the ground.

Yelling in his skull was deafening. Telling him to get up and fight. To not give up. Even though his body felt like lead. Even though he knew what was coming.

Andrew coughed out blood. It sprinkled his face and stained his lips. His vision was smeared in a blur on the side but he caught some movement. Turning his head just a little to meet the eyes of the man who crouched beside him.

Helplessly hyperventilating, struggling to catch his breath, he watched his executioner draw a blade. And something else. A picture.

Andrew coughed again. His bleary gaze wrestled with the light and haziness, finally focusing on the weathered photograph. The one they took from him upon his arrival to Lincoln. His precious possession. The soldier's breathing went calmer, eyes began to water with sentimental regret.

He had a hard time speaking, mind exhausted, body slowly shutting down. But as the world shrunk around them and the lone tears slipped down the side of his face, Andrew mumbled something only Weston could hear.

"You… poisoned… him."

Andrew gazed at the Samaritan but he couldn't see him anymore. All he could see was a tunnel of dress uniforms and familiar faces. All of his men, his friends, right there. Tapping his shoulders, his back. Smiling at him. He couldn't hear what they were saying but he knew. They loved him.

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[MokaChan]

𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴 𝟷 The Convoy

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"Because I'm an asshole." The stranger's voice reverberated down the hallway along with the sound of their boots hitting the vinyl flooring of the Northview High.

"Yeah you are." The other sounded disgruntled.

Click of another classroom being opened was followed by a loud bang of the door being shut moments later. Then another classroom. And again.

"Heeey piggy piggy!" The first man's voice drew closer. Thumps of his heavy steps closing into the room Arthur and Miyu were hiding in.



Arthur heard them after the roar of trucks outside. He heard the voices. The school had been breached and Greg’s words stating that they already lost the fight echoed in Arthur’s head. Footsteps. The doors opening and closing, their echoes made his blood pump quicker and louder in his ears. Anticipation grew as his silence did and Arthur began to glance about the room, figuring out the best course of action if the intruders did make it into the classroom.

If they were large enough, they could push the door open even with the table blocking it. Arthur was a large man, too, and no stranger to putting people in their place. On the floor. Preferably with a bullet to the head, but unfortunately, the leader of the school group said to put away the weapons. That’s fine. Arthur’s lips pressed together and his expression darkened to something more dangerous. I’ll just use my hands. As soon as that door opened, he was going to grab the first fucker who entered and use them to make the other drop their weapon and get closer to him. If that didn’t happen, things were going to get bloody very fucking fast. He had something to fight for and she was hiding in the nearby wardrobe. Arthur would die before he let anything happen to her.



The handle clicked but the door struck the heavy, teacher's desk that didn't budge.

"The fuck you're doing. Open it."

"I'm trying. Something is blocking it, Einstein."

Suddenly the two men outside went silent. Then the first one whistled like at a dog. "C'mere piggy piggy. I know you're in there." The door burst inside to half open position, forcefully dragging the furniture against the floor. The muzzle of a pistol was the first thing that poked inside before the short, stocky man stepped in.



Arthur’s muscles bunched before he moved, grabbing the first man’s hand, twisting it with a loud, satisfying crack, while also ramming him into the second with a loud noise. The weapon clattered to the ground with a loud bang, but Arthur ignored it, grabbing the man with the broken wrist by the neck and shirt and slamming him onto the table that had been moved. His knuckles stung as he punched the man in the jaw and paused in the second hit when Arthur noticed dark ink engraved into his neck. His voice was a confused whisper, “What-?”



After a strangled scream of pain when his finger snapped, the beefy man countered. Using the moment when Arthur paused he shoved him off of himself, kicking him in the process.

The second one tried to aim his gun at the older male but everything happened so fast.

"Stop or I'll fucking kill you!" He warned, much less prone to violence compared to his aggressive buddy.



Miyu flinched as a bullet shot through the door of the wardrobe, causing it to shake. She instinctively covered her head with her hands in a feeble attempt to protect her skull, tentatively peering through the hole the shot had left behind. She squinted, watching as Arthur tried his best to fight them off... Her heart was racing, her hands trembling with adrenaline. She couldn't just let Arthur fight them off on his own... it wasn't a fair fight, but could she really be any use?

She swallowed, taking a deep breath as she rested her hand against the wardrobe door, waiting for her moment. There was one with their back to her, aiming the gun at Arthur. She shoved the door open, springing to her feet in one smooth moment before leaping on his back in an attempt to shove him to the ground. She dug her nails into the flesh of his face, working her way towards his eyes.



The gunman was thrown off by the sound of the closet door slamming open. He almost lost grip on the gun when the teen girl pounced at him from behind. He stumbled and used his free hand to try and grasp the female. "Fucking pest!" To get her off of him.

He wasn't the only one distracted by the surprise, though. Or was it something else that disoriented Arthur…? Samaritan's buddy seemed focused on one thing. Violence. He whipped out his knife and slashed, cutting across the older man's chest.

"What's the hold up?" They all heard the radio crackle. Which meant more men would arrive if the bandits didn't come down or report.



The familiar adrenaline rush took over the pain Arthur felt as he was shoved and kicked, landing on his side. He was on his feet in a matter of seconds, freezing mid-stand, hands held out as if was balancing himself. The one hold the gun was making a huge mistake giving Arthur a choice to back down because that was also when he saw the gun that had fallen to the floor. He had half the mind to snatch it up when Miyu jumped on top of the other man.

Alarm flashed over his features for the first time in a long time and he started to rush towards them, but was caught off guard when there was a flash of movement in front of him. A sharp sting occurred and then red bloomed across Arthur’s shirt, making him glance down at the new wound. His eyes flicked to the radio and then the man holding the knife and finally Miyu and the man she was on.

There was always a time where surrender was the best way to live another day and as much as Arthur fucking hated it, he knew it was one of those days. He would have killed these two and tried to escape had it been just him and Miyu, but they had an entire community with them. There was no lone survival after he joined the Northview High. The frustration never left Arthur’s face as he lowered his hands, muscles still tensed. “I give in. Let me get her off. She can’t hear anythin’.” He stated in a rush, already striding towards the two who were struggling to pull Miyu off.

She was a fighter and strong-willed, Arthur would give her that, and he was proud of her in a way. “Miyu- Hey! Miyu!” He still said her name as he turned her face towards him, hands gently holding her head. “We lost. You can stop fighting now. Okay?” His eyebrows lifted and he nodded, his usual firm expression going soft for a moment. “You did good. We …” He looked over at the two men with a glare and stayed quiet after, straightening up and kept Miyu behind him protectively. “Alright. We goin’ to the front with the others or stand here all day?”

Arthur made sure to keep himself between the intruders and the girl, not wanting to risk either doing anything to her once they'd walk through the halls and finally outside.



The man with the broken finger spat at Arthur's feet before yanking him forth with a gun to his head. Miyu could have walked right after but was closely watched by the second assailant who's ego she hurt. But the man wasn't as hot headed and just secured the back with his gun held tight in lowered hand. "We're coming out, boss." He finally reported.



Arthur's chest still stung and no doubt the skin around it was red with irritation. He’d have to look into that later- if they still had medical supplies after. Then that thought was forgotten as soon as he saw the trucks and the men who were taking over.
…Shit.

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[Bullyboy Squad]

SCENE ONE
The Convoy​

Ignacio let Alante join his people and Font could have stepped away from the bandit leader as well. But only in the company of Dutchess who knew best how to read the Northview people. Cabrera was left standing with Price by his side and the rest of the Samaritans were evenly spread behind him and around the smaller Northview crowd. Locals were disarmed and encouraged to shut up until spoken to.

As North brought the prisoner down and the last two remaining enforcers arrived with an older male and a teen girl, the place was officially taken over by the newcomers.

"Welcome neighbours!" Cabrera flipped his sunglasses to the back, letting them rest upside down on the visor of the baseball cap he was wearing backwards. His dark eyes calmly scanned the new faces, lips curled into a soft, oddly genuine smile.

"I'm sorry to disturb you from your daily activities. The inconvenience won't last long, though, let me make this brief." He glanced at Xander.

"Your leader and I will sit down and talk about your future. These lands belong to Samaritans now, and to our ruler Marcus King. And so does everything and everyone else here. The sooner you accept the idea the smoother this friendly annexation will go."

He went on, trying to read the crowd, to guesstimate who might mean most trouble. The big guy with crutches that watched him like a predator? The roughed up man they found and brought back as leverage? Or maybe the older male next to a teen girl who was held by one of the Samaritans in place. Maybe the Northview prisoner?

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[Miaow]

SCENE ONE
The Convoy
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Miyu flinched as Arthur suddenly took hold of her face... not aggressively, just to get her attention. She hesitated as he spoke to her, taking a moment to understand him. They were giving up? She only stopped grappling for the gun when she was sure she and Arthur were done fighting, carefully getting down from the mans back. She got a good look at his face as Arthur ushered her behind him... she'd left a few good scratches across his cheeks, he was lucky she hadn't made it to his eyeballs yet.

Miyu followed Arthur and his captor out of the school, staying close to him as she had been instructed. She joined the rest of the group, fidgeting with her hands as she scanned the people around her... Kurt was there, good! They hadn't left him behind... this was probably the first time he'd seen sunlight in weeks, maybe months. That was a positive, at least... In fact, she hadn't spent much time in the courtyard, either. It was dangerous out there, so close to the electrified fencing that kept the undead out. What if it failed and one got in? She wouldn't be able to hear it coming. She preferred to go to the roof when she wanted some fresh air... she could see the whole perimeter from up there, she liked to watch what was going on down below. Sometimes, even Buster would come with her. She'd invite him, he needed fresh air too, after all, but a few times he'd come on his own. He never stopped talking... but she had the advantage of being able to look away when she didn't want to listen. Maybe that was why he liked her, he could talk forever and she'd never tell him to stop.

She turned her attention to Cabrera as he prepared to speak to his new people, taking a step closer to Arthur, just in case… He was still under the tight grasp of the stockier man of the pair, making sure he didn't try anything else by gripping tightly onto the back of his neck. Whatever Cabrera was saying, she was too far away to read his lips anyway... If there was anything important Cabrera had to say, Arthur was going to have to tell her.

As her eyes scanned Cabrera's men, she froze. She snatched onto Arthur's sleeve, yelling something unintelligible. She kept glancing back at the group, repeating herself over and over.
"Hah-woo! Hah-woo!"
She felt a hand on her arm, Pandora, the gentle look of pity on her face that many doctors had given her in the last few years.
"Miyu, what's wrong?" She asked, but Miyu couldn't concentrate enough to understand. She didn't care how loud she was, that she was disrupting Cabrera's speech, she wanted to get her point across. Her eyes were teary. Why were neither of them listening?!

Suddenly, she seemed to hesitate, clutching to Arthur's shirt. Finally, she let go, shoving past Minyoung and sprinting towards Cabrera as she yelled out.

Her sudden spurt ignited the crowds of brutes and the one that was holding Arthur shouted. "Bomb! She got a bomb!"

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