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Getting Out of Pittsburgh

FEDRA ( Federal Disaster Response Agency ) used to run the Pittsburgh Quarantine Zone in Pennsylvania. A group of rebels took control of Pittsburgh and replaced FEDRA. Unfortunately this group decided to start hunting survivors that enter the city and zone. A ex-smuggler comes through a year after Joel Miller and Ellie Williams survived the city, and meets a hunter face to face. Will he survive?

A 1x1 The Last of Us Rp with icedthemoon​

 

[EquineGurl23]

Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Spoiler: Jordan

Jordan was born in Boston, and he was three years old when the world fell apart. His father was bitten and it was by luck that he and his mother made it out and into a truck headed for the newly formed QZ’s. So Jordan was raised in the Boston Quarantine Zone, and when he was fifteen, his mother died from some sickness that he couldn’t fix. He wasn’t old enough to work yet, and so she was the only way to get rations, and once she was sick the rations stopped. Jordan ran into Joel and Tess one day, it had been one week since he’d lost his mother. The two were apprehensive at first but after a few trials, he proved his worth as a smuggler.

Jordan spent the next 12 years learning from them. He grew smart, calculated, and was great at stealing. He was also a massive flirt, and loved people. Maybe it was the loss of his mother that did it, but Jordan was always interested in everyone. He loved to see the red faces of those he’s made comments too. It was the highlight of his life honestly. But then, when he was 26, Joel and Tess left Boston. Left Jordan and the rest of the smuggler group they’d made. He didn’t know if he’d done something wrong but they never came back. He heard rumors that Tess had been bitten and killed by soldiers. Jordan lasted a year in the zone without them, before he left himself.

It was an arduous journey, but he was determined to make it to find Joel. He, much like Ellie, had come to see the older man as a father figure. Jordan made to the Pennsylvania border, his eyes on the horizon. The former smuggler could see a huge city in the distance, and a bridge further on. Pittsburgh. Jordan steeled himself and headed towards the big city.​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Spoiler: Asher

Asher still remembered when the world was good. He still remembered when he was treated like a prince by his mother and father. He remembered when they promised him the entire world. He was their little miracle child. He was their light at the end of the tunnel. They would do everything to make his life great. Life was great. Life was good. Good things came to good people.

And then the world ended. Planes crashed, cars were up in flames. People were running and screaming. They were running from people. His neighbors. He remembered one of them. A little girl named Rebecca. They went to kindergarten together. They had already planned their eventual courtship and marriage as you do at the age of five. He would not realize until much later that this relationship probably would never have worked. It was likely because he found literally no one appealing. Granted, that also could have been because there was nothing appealing of the Pittsburgh Quarantine Zone.

When Asher was little, he was torn between looking at those fancy military men with awe and fear. He wanted to be one of them. He wanted to be high ranking and commanding. He wanted to be important. But he also hated them at the same time. They treated people horribly, and he was so scared of them. He didn’t want to be that kind of person. He just wanted to be the prince his parents told him that he was. FEDRA was the closest to that there was left. When they killed his parents, that was when he lost all respect for all of them. They were not princes. They were simply evil being in an evil world. He hated them. Genuinely, deeply hated them. He was right there in the first riots. He was right there in the rebellion. He made a lot of decisions he would rethink later. A lot of not just morally questionable ones. Flat out murderous ones. He was there when FEDRA fell. He was there when they took their home back. He was there when they started to protect their home from those who would come try to take it.

He was there when the truck carrying only an old man and a little girl ruined everything. He was there when they killed everyone. He was there when all that crazy stuff went down with the boy and his kid brother. It made him rethink some things. It made him start to ask some questions. Like why did they trap everyone who came by? Why did they torture the people in those back rooms? Just why?​

 

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Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan was walking down the highway, his gaze on the city before him. Did he know what he was going to find here? Absolutely not. But he was a man on a mission, and nothing would stop him from completing it. Well. Okay it was going to be rather difficult to make it through this zone. Jordan lifted his head up as he narrowed his eyes. A man was standing a few hundred yards ahead of him. He appeared injured but Jordan didn’t believe that for a moment.

So he turned and ran in another direction. Deeper into the city, pushing himself as he heard shouting behind him. Jordan glanced back for a second and that was long enough for him to not notice a person in front of him. Jordan turned his head back around only to see someone in front of him, and then smack he ran right into the person, landing on his butt with a thud and Jordan looked up, his breath catching in his throat. “Well, hello there handsome.”​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

No one gets away. That was the rule. If they trespassed in their home, that was a death sentence. Right. It made sense. They were obviously people who could be a threat. Sure. That was why they needed to capture them alive and send them to the people who make them talk. And do more. Yeah. Yeah maybe not. But who was he to ask the rest of them? That seemed like a bad idea to question what they were doing. They would ask him about loyalty. The last time he brought up his less than positive thoughts about their actions, they got in his face and asked if he was just some FEDRA wannabe now. He shut his mouth and went back to work. Not doing that though. Never that. He was a trapper. He was a hunter. But he wasn’t… whatever that was.

Someone was there. He could hear the movements. He could hear his men and their telltale clomps on the pavement saying that they were on the chase. Even if it wasn’t his crew, they were all one, right? they were in this together. So he moved out into the street to see what was going on. One guy. Running. How did they let one guy get past them? And he wasn’t even looking. How did they let some stupid guy get past them? Asher reached down to pull out his gun, but he never got to draw it. The guy running was faster than it thought, and he actually ran straight into him. Asher stood there, stunned, as this guy fell to the ground like the stupid that he was. What?

And then the words.
Handsome?

Asher blinked. He wasn’t supposed to do that. He was supposed to just kill this guy if he was going to be a problem. But. What? He blinked again. Who was this guy? So he pulled out his gun and pointed it at him. “Stay down,” he ordered. Handsome?​

 

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Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan was way too busy taking in the man’s features before he saw the silver of a gun aimed at him. That voice. Hmm. “Okay there gorgeous, I’m not moving.” Jordan purred, his hands raised, palm side out. Not a single muscle moved. Well, except for his eyes. Jordan was absolutely checking out the man before him, that dark hair, tall, and chiseled jaw. There was a harshness here, but Jordan could almost sense something seems perfect. Jordan knew there was no such thing as perfection. “So.. are you going to shoot me now handsome?”​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Gorgeous? Did this guy on the ground who was running from his people and very much under the mercy of Asher with his gun trained right at him, just call him gorgeous? And also handsome? That was both unusual and disconcerting. In his many years of doing exactly this, not once did the guy he had his gun trained on ever decided to… um… compliment him like that? Was he trying to trip him up? Probably. Yes. That’s exactly what this was. In which case, it was working, and that just made Asher angry. With a scowl he snarled, “shut up.” Handsome? Was he handsome? No stop what? This had to be a play to distract him. So he had to do something about it. Like capture this guy. He could just shove his boot down on this guy’s face and knock him out. He should have done that already. Ugh. But he didn’t want this guy to just be a number. Right?​

 

[EquineGurl23]

Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan had been on both sides of a weapon way too many times in his life. So much so that it had stopped bothering him. Now when this man had his gun on Jordan, he didn’t feel threatened, just in awe. Those snarled words sent a shiver down his spine and Jordan blinked. “And here I thought we were having a great conversation love.” Jordan purred. The exact opposite of shutting up but he was also having a little fun seeing his reaction to Jordan’s flirting. The subtle shifts in his expression at each comment. It was wonderful to watch.​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Plenty of people over the years tried to have conversations. They begged for their lives. They begged to be let go. They tried to barter with whatever they had or whatever they thought they could get. Asher usually just shot them. He didn’t know exactly what or why they were doing whatever they did with survivors, but he tried not to think about it. He was an angry, hardened man who was angrier about his home. About his family. About the people who would take advantage of them. So when people came into his home, they usually got shot. He killed a lot of people. Of course, nome of them did that. Purred words at him. Called him love. Breathed like this. This guy wasn’t even afraid. There was no begging. There was no bartering. This guy was nothing like anyone else he’d ever witnessed.

His head snapped up, ears well trained for the signs and calls of his people. They were searching for this guy. The one that ran from the trap before he set it off. He looked down at him. Really looked at him. Because who was this guy? Why wasn’t he like everyone else? Why was this guy a person and not a number? With his wild red hair. With his striking face. Handsome.

“Get up.” A low rumble. A command. He gestured confidently with the gun, silently cursing himself for doing this. What was he doing? Not just a number. He remembered so many numbers. So many questionable answers. How they would gun anyone down even the couples that were just trying to run. And he didn’t know who this was, but he was so… intrigued. His head snapped to the side again. They were coming. He had run out of time. “Get up,” he repeated with an authority, “and move. Quickly.” He gestured to the building beside them. “Now.” He would not repeat himself again.
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[EquineGurl23]

Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan had never met anyone like the man who was still pointing his gun at him. But he could see there was more to the hard exterior that the other was showing. That was what intrigued him. He wanted to know this man, know his past, know him. He blinked at the first command, that low rumble shot through his system. He watched the man’s head snap again to the side and then he was told to get up again. Jordan quickly got to his feet, this man was so confident, authoritative and it called to Jordan. The former smuggler moved to the building, finding a door and slipping inside. He leaned against a wall inside, one foot placed flat on the wall, knee bent as he crossed his arms. Confident, maybe even a little cocky, eyes focused on the door. “So now what love?” ​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

He was doing this. He was really doing this. He was moving this random man out of danger and shoving him into this building to deal with while his own people were about to run through these streets to come look for him. Why was he doing this? What spoke to Asher about this guy? The wiles? The charm? Because yeah, wow was this guy charming. Charming like a prince. Asher growled to himself at the thought and followed the man inside just as he heard the sounds of his people starting to come closer. They were on the street, calling to each other as they were searching. No, this was not how this was going to go. He was not going to get in trouble for some random guy who ran into him. Asher moved swiftly, eyes rapidly scanning. He knew this place. His free hand grabbed the man’s arm, his grip rough and tight, and he yanked the man to the side and shoved him against the wall. “Stay still.” Another low, growly command complete with the hard brows and set jaw expression. His free arm pressed into the wall right beside the man’s face as the other still held onto the gun he raised to his side as the hunters came rushing down the street. He moved in close, pressing himself against this guy so as not to be seen, gun raised and against the wall in case his people chose here to search. They wouldn’t though. They thought he kept running down the street. They were certain he would get trapped on the next trap. But there were a lot of them out there. Asher faced the side, though he was close. Very close.“Stay quiet,” he breathed as he listened intently to the clattering of boots and shoes running quickly past them.
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[EquineGurl23]

Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan’s eyes widened at the grab on his arm, that rough grip. He was quickly pulled to the side and shoved against a wall. What? Was this hunter actually saving him? Jordan was quickly starting to trust him, the moment he pulled him out of the streets. He froze, hearing the command, blue-grey eyes focused on the man. Jordan certainly wasn’t expecting this, he figured he’d be shot and taken care of, but apparently not. His eyes flicked to the arm beside his head, before his focus went to the body pressed against him. He certainly hadn’t been expecting this, and if their lives weren’t in danger, probably would’ve made a few comments about it. He was way too focused on the man very close to him, and he heard the second command as his blood froze. Boots and shoes sounded running by them, and he remained deadly silent and still. He really didn’t want to die today.​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

There were a lot of them. This was one of the bigger groups. His eyes, a dark chocolate, stared to the side. He was listening more than watching, though that was important too. This was Diego’s crew. He cursed under his breath again. That was reason enough to work with this man. Diego and his people were vicious. They were ruthless. Needless to say, Asher did not like them. They would not be so easily fooled. He pressed a firm hand on the man’s chest, as a silent reminder of his command as he leaned away to peer out the nearest window. “They’ve spread out through the buildings.” His grip tightened as he regretted this decision. Now he was up against his own men for this guy. For what? A charming face? Some charming words? He pulled himself back to right in front of him, lips in a hard line as he studied the expression of a should be dead man. “Who exactly are you?” He asked from maybe inches apart “And why am I sticking my neck out against the most aggressive of my own people for you?” He huffed the words as he pressed his palm into the man’s chest to keep him against that wall.
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Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan was too busy staring into the man’s dark chocolate eyes to really pay attention to much else. Eyes always told Jordan a lot, eyes and facial expressions. He could see that this man was listening as his head was to the side. He felt a firm hand on his chest, in what could be a silent reminder to be still. Jordan heard that and felt the grip tighten on him. Oh boy. Great. Jordan’s eyes snapped back as he saw the man look at him. His lips were set in a hard line and Jordan bit his own lip as he looked at the hunter. “My name is Jordan. I was just passing through to find my mentor who came through a year earlier. Though now I fear that I know exactly what happened to him.” Jordan replied, feeling that palm pressing into him, to keep him against the wall.​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Just passing through. Weren’t they all? Every one of these poor saps that they caught were passing through or looking for a place to stay or trying to find refuge from the cruelty of the world. Wasn’t that what they stood up against those years before? FEDRA did not allow them to live so they took their home back. And now what? Were they worse now? Because instead, he was about to have to deal with an entire crew and probably more when word gets around that this one guy was alluding them all. It was going to be like the old man and the kid all over again. Except this time they weren’t looking to lose. They’d doubled down since then. They showed no mercy before. Now they didn’t even show mercy to each other.

“Your mentor is dead if he came through this way.” It was a statement he said with no emotion. There was no attachment here. “Like you’re gonna be if you don’t listen to me.” His eyes flicked to the side, and his fingers reflexively gripped his chest harder at the sounds of boots coming down that street. They were patrolling down this way. He leaned in closer so that he could speak quicker and quieter. They were maybe an inch apart now. “Diego and his mutts want to mess you up. They don’t take kindly to people who get away. You do as I say,” approaching the building, “and maybe you’ll actually survive.” Nearing the entrance. He let go of the man and took the quick strides to the front just as a man stepped in. Asher reached out and put him in a headlock, gun shoved against his temple. Floyd. He was one of the attack dogs. Asher pulled his arms together then snapped his neck and let him drop. He wouldn’t miss him. Asher looked back to the guy. Jordan. “Don’t get caught. Now move. They’re everywhere.” He bent down and picked up some of the ammo in Floyd’s pocket, kicked the body to the side, and with gun at the ready, crouched and ran down the building, listening for anyone else who may be patrolling nearby.
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Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

The moment those words left the other man’s mouth, Jordan froze. His entire body had stiffened and he swallowed back the emotion he wanted to show. There was no way Joel was dead, not him. He was the toughest man he met in his life, he taught Jordan everything. For all intents, he became the father Jordan lost. Everything in Jordan wanted to break down, cry, scream, maybe throw stuff. He couldn’t, not yet. Maybe if he makes it out of the city, but until then he needed to focus. He was only half paying attention to the hunter, he only heard the comment about doing what he said and he might survive. “W- what?” Jordan finally spoke, his voice was broken, and it was clear he was holding back emotions. Then he heard that he needed to move. Jordan finally snapped back, looked around and followed the hunter, he’d seen him kill that other man. The body still there. Jordan crouched and moved silently, listening around himself. ​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

They were in an abandoned gas station. There were plenty of shelves, mostly empty but with the occasional supply still present, that they could hide behind as Asher already was. He swiftly moved further into the building, quickly making his way to the back. He swerved around the checkout counter and pushed through the back door and into what was the backrooms. “When they find Floyd, they’re going to start checking in here. We need to get out the back before they do so that we can move away from the group.” He looked back at Jordan with a tight expression. Why was he doing this? Because he didn’t want him to die? Maybe. “If Diego catches up with you, it’s going to be worse. If you believe in something, you better pray you’re one of the lucky few who can make it through this.” He swiveled around and hightailed it through the back, ignoring everything there, and silently opened the back door. Checking. It led to a tight alley full of rotting garbage and just overall filth. He sneered. It smelled horrendous. He hated this part of the city.
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[EquineGurl23]

Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan ducked behind the shelves with him. He followed him behind the checkout counter and through the back door. He didn’t stray far from the hunter, if he was going to survive he’d need his help. Jordan was literally putting his entire trust and life in this other man’s hands. “Okay. I’ll follow you handsome.” Jordan told him, though he paused for a moment at the second comment. He didn’t want to die, and he saw that tight expression. Jordan had never really known fear once he got into the QZ, but he was definitely scared. He wanted to get out of this city and he would need help. Once he followed out into the alley, he scrunched his nose up at the smell. Hopefully they can get out of this part quickly.​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

The smell was enough to make people pause who weren’t used to this. Sometimes, when some of their prey gave chase, the hunters would try to corral them into areas like these so that they would have a harder time getting away. Asher whipped out his bandanna, and as they were moving, tired it quickly around his face. He didn’t have an extra or he would have considered handing it to Jordan. Jordan who just kept calling him handsome, and he wasn’t even trying to get away from him now. Or was he? If he was, that was a death wish. This whole thing was a death wish. Why was he doing this? He ran quickly through the alley hopping over things that smelled of decay, until they neared a different street. He poked his head out and then immediately shoved himself down, putting a hand out to stop Jordan. He cursed under his breath again.

“They’re out there too. I don’t know how he managed to get so many people together.” His nostrils flared with frustration before he slowly peered out again and groaned. “Of course.” He clocked the patrols quickly. “He’s got Darling’s group on his side too. She’s nasty. I lied to you.” He whipped around and pushed on Jordan’s chest again. “If you get caught by Diego’s guys, you’ll hurt a lot and then probably die. If you get caught by Darling’s, she’s going to make you suffer a long time before she kills you.” He turned his head to make sure no one had seen them yet. “I need you to really listen, okay? Because I don’t know who you are or why I’m even doing this, but they don’t get to do this to you just because you’re looking for your old mentor. It isn’t right to kill everyone because they exist near us. So, can you listen? Crash course time on how you survive this mess.”
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[EquineGurl23]

Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan had pulled his shirt up over his nose, trying to block the smell. He watched as the man whipped out a bandana, smart. Too bad Jordan didn't have one. Oh well. Jordan ran right beside him, even with his larger body, he was fast. He slid to a stop as they neared another street. Jordan saw the hand and ducked down, seeing Asher do so. He didn't like this, and his eyes widened hearing the groan and then just who was out there. Jordan gulped as he watched him whip around and push on his chest. He'd prefer not to get caught by any of them, especially the second one. Jordan nodded. "I can listen gorgeous, I've been hearing you this whole time." Jordan told him, focusing his blue-grey eyes on the man before him. He wasn't going to die here, so he would listen, completely. Jordan didn't even want to know what would happen if he got caught.​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Great now that he had his attention- gorgeous. Again. What was happening right now? Would he please stop doing that? It made it hard for Asher to focus. “Um.” He blinked. Focus, Asher, this is life or death now. “Okay. If you see someone who’s hurt and needs help, it’s a lie. If they beg for mercy or try and say something like ‘We can work this out’ or ‘we didn’t know you were on our side’ it’s all lies. They will get you. Always assume there’s more of them, because there’s at least three around the corner waiting on you.” He quickly looked around and then back at Jordan. “Stay down. Don’t get seen. If one of them gets a shot off, everyone will come running. Do you have a weapon?”

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[EquineGurl23]

Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Jordan tried to hide the small grin that tugged at his lips at the little ‘um’ and the blink. Again, faces tell him so much. Jordan listened intently to Asher, and realized that he planned on leaving Jordan on his own. Don’t go beautiful, guide me out of here. Make sure I’m safely over the bridge. “I have these, I’m sure they count.” Jordan said, pointing to his arms before letting out a soft and quiet chuckle. “Nah, I have this pistol.” Jordan was serious again, pulling out the pistol he kept strapped to his pack. Then he looked back at him. “Are you going to leave me alone now beautiful? I don’t even know your name.”​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Asher actually groaned again at that. His arms? Really? This guy was going to die out here without him. But at least Asher was giving him a chance. At least Asher was not subjecting him to the horrors of what could come if he was another number on the long list of people who got caught here. Pistol. Good. That’s good enough. You can survive with that. Probably. A melee weapon would help too in case he got cornered, and he would probably get cornered, but- Are you going to leave me alone now beautiful? it crashed into him like one of their big trucks they loved to run people down in. Beautiful. Alone. Wasn’t that the way it should go? Name. Why would he tell his name when they weren’t ever going to see each other again? He frowned. Asher was giving him a chance. That was better than he was going to get elsewhere. “Asher.” A chance with a name. “Now go.” He looked out at the street, and for a moment, or wondered what it would be like to go with him. Leave the city. Leave Pittsburgh. Leave the place that was supposed to be his home. Leave the life of murder and cruelty. Where would he go? What would he do? Who would he be? He pointed out there. “Run straight to the down this street. You’re going to want to keep going down that direction to get out of here. It doesn’t matter which way you were heading. You just need to get out. Go.” His face was hard. “You don’t want to be here anymore.”
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[EquineGurl23]

Jordan DeShay
Former Smuggler | 27 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Asher. That was his name. Jordan thought it suited him. A beautiful name for a beautiful person, even with all those hard lines and rigidity. Those could be softened, worked with. Jordan wanted to know Asher. “Asher..” Jordan purred before he nodded. “Thank you. For not shooting me. Maybe I’ll see you around handsome.” Jordan said with a smile. He thought for a moment and grabbed Asher’s shirt, pulling him in for a quick yet intense kiss. Then he backed up, winked and headed down the street quietly. He should not have done that but he did. Oh well. It was worth it. Jordan was down the street, moving towards the city border when he felt something smack into his head, knocking him to the ground and he groaned before he passed out.​

 

[icedthemoon]

Asher McCoy
Pittsburgh Hunter | 29 | Current location ;; Pennsylvania

Asher was going to watch him go. He was going to make sure that Jordan could follow directions before he disappeared into the streets like he was one of them. He wasn’t part of either of these groups, but it was not uncommon for anyone around to join in on the hunt. If he slipped in and started talking like normal, it would be fine. He was going to slide back into place along with the rest when suddenly it was this guy’s lips on his, and the whole world shattered around them. His heart was pumping so fast that he was sure he would break open. His eyes were as wide as they’d ever been as he stared unmovingly at this stranger who called him beautiful and gorgeous. At this stranger who followed him like he trusted him. At this stranger who kissed him. When Jordan broke away and left, Asher stood there staring at nothing, one hand hovering around his face. Fingers delicately touching lips. Raw lips. He felt so raw.

Get it together, Asher. He looked out into the street but didn’t see Jordan. Maybe he was good at hiding. That was fast. Or maybe it had been a good while that he was stuck in the moment. He tore his eyes away and jogged out into the street before calling “Anyone got eyes on this guy?” He heard a myriad of responses. “Nah, he’s slippery.” “Where do you think he came from?” “He better not be like that old guy. We can’t do that again.” Asher, content with that answer, started jogging down the street and back towards his home base. Well, the one he kept for himself not the one everyone called home. He needed time to be alone. Time to think about what just happened. He had given Jordan a chance. That was the right thing to do. That was- “You hear they caught him?” From behind. Asher whipped around, his whole body going tense. “Easy catch. They just swiped him up and took him.”

“Who?” Asher didn’t care who they were talking to before. He needed to know.

The other guy looked up, briefly alarmed by the presence and then nonplussed that it was him. “I dunno. Maybe Jeff or Gary? Could have been Mike. I just heard Diego and Darling are arguing over who has rights.” Asher cursed under his breath and turned away to quickly make his way to where they take their captures.
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