TheFlyingWriter
Procrastinating Perfectionist
Group One - On City Outskirts
"I spotted a pack of them in the forest," the first guy told them, already ushering the group away from where the small horde had come from. 'Jackson' was facing that way, gun at the ready. The younger guy was as well, though he spared a glance back at Reid. "Can the littlest one run?" he asked.
There it was. The question he'd been dreading. Of course they had to run. Why wouldn't luck want to screw with him?
Reid nodded. "Yeah, I guess," he said, moving to put Weston on the ground. "But not as fast as us." He lowered his voice. "How many? There can't be so many that we can't take them." As stupid as Reid knew the question was, he had to exhaust all options before getting desperate.
Meanwhile, Weston stared up at the stranger, hand finding his way to his mouth yet again. "D'bad guys're comin'...?" he asked quietly, taking a step closer to Reid's side. "R'you gonna beat 'em up...?" The tiny voice was almost a whisper now, wavering on silence. Reid shot his brother a worried look. then directed it at the young guy, then back at Weston again.
"It's gonna be okay, buddy," he insisted, patting the toddler's shoulder before looking back up at the stranger.
(( @The Jest ))
"I spotted a pack of them in the forest," the first guy told them, already ushering the group away from where the small horde had come from. 'Jackson' was facing that way, gun at the ready. The younger guy was as well, though he spared a glance back at Reid. "Can the littlest one run?" he asked.
There it was. The question he'd been dreading. Of course they had to run. Why wouldn't luck want to screw with him?
Reid nodded. "Yeah, I guess," he said, moving to put Weston on the ground. "But not as fast as us." He lowered his voice. "How many? There can't be so many that we can't take them." As stupid as Reid knew the question was, he had to exhaust all options before getting desperate.
Meanwhile, Weston stared up at the stranger, hand finding his way to his mouth yet again. "D'bad guys're comin'...?" he asked quietly, taking a step closer to Reid's side. "R'you gonna beat 'em up...?" The tiny voice was almost a whisper now, wavering on silence. Reid shot his brother a worried look. then directed it at the young guy, then back at Weston again.
"It's gonna be okay, buddy," he insisted, patting the toddler's shoulder before looking back up at the stranger.
(( @The Jest ))