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tab ► The male watched the buildings a moment more before hearing the other's inquiry. "Negative." He responded before peeling himself away from the wall, proceeding towards the backroom where he discovered the other had cleared the way. "Not always, but I suppose in this case, yes." He switched on the LED flashlight upon the breast of his suit and stepped past the other into the hall. However, he was only able to take a few small steps before he paused. He heard something faint, but then came the voice. Well, ********.

tab ► He drew his Smith & Wesson M&P .40 once again, knowing it probably wasn't wise to trust an individual he couldn't see. He raised his weapon, aiming for the door at the other end of the hall as he side-stepped closer, coming within five feet of the door before he stopped and moved closer to the wall where he held his position. "We're just a couple civilians, do not fire. I repeat, do not fire." If it was the Guard, then no doubt they would be ready to fire more than just a few friendly warnings. "We're coming out."

tab ► Shuffling towards the door, the male grasped the knob and slowly turned. He didn't want to rush it and end up with a knife to the gut or shot up with a chance to prepare himself. But the door eventually had to open, Stray clenching his jaw as he then threw the door open, quickly steadying his gun on the armed individual on the other side of the door. His gaze feel to the rifle, leaving him uneasy, but he didn't let it show in the way he stood before the other.


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▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Civillian > Others xxxx▌ ｏｏｃ : Bad post, but my head hurts.

[One Asterisk]

▶ ▷ ▸ ▹ John Long ◀ ◁ ◂ ◃

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He heard a shuffle of footsteps behind the door before hearing a person's request to not fire on them.

"Hold your fire" he said out loud to the others. He turned his head to face the lookout, signaling with his hand to keep watch. He didn't want to get shot while talking to whoever was behind that door. He looked at the private on his right, his hand gesturing to "stand down". The soldier didn't want to get shot but neither did he. While the door opened a little too fast, he was shown a person in a unique suit he only could compare during his time of service. Index finger off the trigger and resting on the side of the magazine well, he stared at Stray Dog with a blank face. He looked past Stray Dog and saw another person but returned back to him. That does not look standard issue... he thought. The others aside from the lookout had their hands up, as they didn't know where Stray Dog's target would be.

"I'm Sergeant Long of the U.S. Army, heading this operation. On my right is Private Johnson. This may not be a well equipped squad but we make it count" he felt a hand squeeze his leg, seeing the child hide behind him but peek her head out to look at Stray Dog.

"Is there anyone in need of medical attention with you?" he asked. "I would also like you to put your sidearm down"

pinchot

BLStoner

Location: convenience store
Out Of Cookies:

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[ZenFehr]

"His family, huh?" Nero looked between Lucas and Frank, and he smiled, maybe because he didn't know what else to do anymore. The gravity of the situation hadn't escaped him, but he was just as much relieved that it had played out this way. At least for the moment. Heaven knew it would be trouble in the long run. "Right, sorry. No more surprises. Certainly not from me."

Sally followed him up the stairs, rubbing at her eyes. Probably the contacts were irritating them.

"I'm not a... antisocialite," she muttered. "It's called Stranger Danger, yo. That's smart."

"Pretty sure you're just pissy 'cause someone called your bullshit."
"No, we were gonna play with acid when we got back."
"Oh boy."

The banter went on at odd intervals as they moved through the building. Nero had a way with the kid-- just the right level of guardedness that she didn't seem to notice it, and he was frank enough that he never sounded like he was talking down to her. Not in the way most people did. He was also quick to lead the Division agents to the sort of things they needed. Blankets, gloves, and even a few medications. Unfortunately, most of the general purpose stuff was gone, but there were anti-allergens, inhalers, insulin, IV bags. Many of them were tucked away, but Nero seemed to have a keen nose for the hiding spots.

"We've been through a lot of places where people would rat-hole stuff and leave it for later. Like, they couldn't carry out everything they wanted so they just got it as far out of sight as possible. Then, y'know, a lot of them never made it back in, I guess. Thing is, if you really want to find valuables, you're better off following people or checking into homes that don't look like they've been touched. Lots of over-the-counter stuff lying around, nowhere in particular."

[CATB320]

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Paladin, paladin, where do you roam?
Paladin, paladin, far, far from home

A group of six – so there were more of them. Frank wasn't sure if they were lucky they'd run into the kids first or not. On one hand, things hadn't gotten messy. As confident as he was in his and Lucas' skills, he didn't like the odds stacked against them. But on the other hand, there were now several individuals who knew about Division agents in the city with a stronghold. They didn't know where, but Frank still rather felt as though he'd just painted a target on their backs.

“Chemical s**t,” Lucas said with a bitter laugh. Frank frowned. Here they were looking for bandaids, while some other group could be preparing mustard gas for all they knew. Someone's thinking ahead. And that was unnerving, to say the least. “We need to contact the others.” Lucas' voice was low and urgent. “No kidding.” It was Frank's turn to sound bitter. “It's bad news we'll have to deal with later. Let's get what we can now and regroup with the others. I don't want to have to race the storm back to base.”

The whole damn point of being in the Division was to help people like the ones they'd just picked up, no matter how much he wanted to stay and flush out the rest of Trench Coat's gang. Lowlifes, Nero had called them, and he seemed to be a pretty decent judge of character...for his age. Lucas had voiced his concerns on letting the other group be, and Frank felt the same way. He'd probably sleep better knowing that they'd eliminated a potential threat – but it wasn't just about him. He'd spent most of his life tracking for other people, hunting for them. Men and animals both. Money'd change hands and what he didn't spend on booze or his ex-wife's extravagant tastes, he'd lose at cards eventually. But yet here he was, still alive and kicking, when plenty of good people, better people, had been lost to disease or the collapse. Might as well make something of the time he had left, something good.

There was a hand at his shoulder. “High blood pressure runs in his family. Wouldn't want an incident,” Lucas said. Frank merely grunted in reply.

Following Nero through the hospital, Frank filled up his bag fairly quickly with supplies. A lot of what the kid found was hidden away, and Frank doubted he would have been able to spot half as much on his own. With everything on his mind, it was difficult to give the place more than a cursory examination. “You guys did that sort of thing a lot, then?” Frank asked, cramming a couple pill bottles into a side pocket. “Follow people?” His tone was reprimanding. It made sense, but it also sounded like the rest of the kid's group might be the type who'd make sure others never made it back to the rat-holes. “Nevermind. We need to start heading back, car's not far. Plenty of people to meet, too.” He cracked a smile at the girl. “Can't make any promises on acid, though.”

Have gun will travel reads the card of a man
A knight without armor in a savage land

[BLStoner]

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tab ► Stray kept quiet while the other spoke, but as requested, he eventually lowered his weapon and holstered it. Forest green hues shifted to the young child that was with them, brow furrowing before looking back to the other and spoke. "Stray Dog," It wasn't like his real name would matter to anyone, so why bother? "And no. We're fine. We were just scavenging the shop, or what's left of it." There wasn't much in his bag, just a few cans of this and that, plus whatever else he managed to swipe, which wasn't anything much really.

tab ► "And what's with the kid? Shouldn't she be inside somewhere?" Dragging a child around in times like these, especially a little girl, was a bad idea. There were sick people who would take advantage of this mess and not even the children would be spared in times like these. She needed to be elsewhere, to be kept warm and away from where the monsters could find her. But she wasn't his ward and it wasn't up to him about where the girl should and shouldn't be.



▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Day One xxxx▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Loading Dock xxxx▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Lift Me Up - Radioactive xxxx
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Others xxxx▌ ｏｏｃ : So much chest pain. X.x Makes it hard to do a good post.

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▶ ▷ ▸ ▹ John Long ◀ ◁ ◂ ◃

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John, including the others were relieved as he holstered his sidearm. He lowered his and Private Johnson did the same. John looked at the Private and gestured him to help the others with the rest of the supplies.

"Nice to meet you, Stray Dog" he said. In the distance, he heard gunshots but it was faint enough to know that it was far and hopefully an isolated incident. Nevertheless, he had to get back to base as quickly as possible.

"Yeah, I found Heather when I was on the road" he explained, smiling as he patted her head with his hand before his fingers returned to gripping the rifle's foregrip. The child merely peeked at Stray Dog. He didn't want to say anymore about her prior situation. The monsters he killed to protect her. It was a total of four, three killed by precision and the last by his blade but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he felt good after.

"Are you in need of transportation and/or need to be dropped off somewhere? We're heading back to our camp once we load these boxes and a storm is expected to arrive in four or five hours"

BLStoner

Location: convenience store
Out Of Cookies:

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[jrugs]

Things had quieted down some bit after Damien stepped in and handled the scruffy old man. Sam gave a little nod to the two 'toy soldiers', as they were described, and smiled. "As you can see, we just want to go our separate way and take care of our-..." Sam was cut off by the piercing sound that echoed through the empty streets. Sam pulled her rifle close to her chest and switched the safety off. Just a little ways down the road, a loud rumble made the ground beneath her feet vibrate and the still air shake. The woman looked at her two comrades and gave them a quick nod. There was trouble. And a lot of it.

There were two possibilities. One, it could just be a nice little family who happened to be traveling in a military truck or two, it could be a bunch of rogues who thought they were top s**t. Sam hoped it was option number one but that was unlikely. Sam looked to summer and pointed to the summer. "Go in there. The armor will deflect the bullets. It's the safest place for you." The woman said before she made her way over to the two soldiers and gave them a troubled look. "You caused this. And now you have to help us get out of it. We don't have a lot of ammo. If these are the guys are the real deal, we have to get out of here." She said in a hushed voice. "We cannot lead them back to where our people are. We have children there." A few silent moments passed and the two men agreed.

The rumble got louder as the group drew near. Sam aimed her gun in at the end of the road, her finger pressed up against the trigger. Droplets of sweat fell from her forehead and her heart pace quickened. Then, a large truck full of men rounded the corner and parked a few meters away from where they were. Men, equipped with guns of their own, began to jump out from the truck and ducked into cover. "Get ready! We're going to have to fight our way out of here!" Sam called out to the others. Then it began.

Men began to fire their guns and they were forced to push back. Sam had taken out a few of them before she had to reload her gun and change positions. She was almost to the hummer when she felt a hot pain in her thigh and fell to the ground. The woman cried out and grabbed at her leg. That was their cue to leave. Everyone was rushed into the hummer and they drove off to safety.



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xxxxxxxxxxlarge bottle of fresh water
xxxxxxxxxxplain black wallet with ID and an old family photo
xxxxxxxxxxan extra sweater and t-shirt
xxxxxxxxxxassorted canned food [x10]
xxxxxxxxxxnew york tour guide
xxxxxxxxxxgeneral area maps
xxxxxxxxxxpliers, duct tape and scissors
xxxxxxxxxxlock picking tools
xxxxxxxxxxbandages and med supplies

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0ut of Character

hope this is ok tho. out of character gave permission to godmod his characters a bit so they could all get out of there. sam has a bullet wound but i'll save that for next post. lol

[ZenFehr]

◣ Hadley ◥


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"Son of a b***h." Hadley hissed as more shots rang out. She was not a particularly vengeful soul, but as soon as she realized it wasn't the 'marines' firing on them again, some little part of her hoped one of them caught a bullet in the a** for their trouble. She kept her position against the Hummer, knowing full well that the car door was s**t for cover, and laid into their aggressors. She just needed to buy everyone enough time to get to the vehicle-- out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the delivery man ducking back into the alley. He emerged several moments later, half dragging someone else, and stooped to grab up his duffel bag before piling in. A dog bounded after him.

One of the figures attacking them popped up to take a shot, and dropped the next moment. She remembered cold mornings she'd spent with her uncle, laying in the wet grass with a deer in her sights. There had been tension, but eventually there came a certain calm, when she was confident in her abilities, when she could take shots she knew would land. But now there was a knot in her stomach over killing someone who was out for blood. The deer, on the other hand, hadn't done a goddamn thing to her. She couldn't get her head around it. She didn't see why a human being who was trying to hurt her should weigh any more on her conscience than an animal who never could. There had been remorse for the deer, there always was, but when she'd had enough practice, it came as a matter of principle. It didn't tear her up. Maybe it's just a matter of time.

She shuddered at the thought, came up short on ammo before the others, and was grateful for it. Hadley tossed her rifle into the car, and kicked the engine to life. Once she realized everyone was in and ready to roll, she snapped the gearshift to reverse and tore down the street, with the man on the stereo urging her to take the money and run. At the first corner she approached (praying they hadn't been boxed in), she swung left, swapped back to drive, and took off. She was focussed intently on getting away, and for a good while, anything that wasn't on the road probably escaped her notice. Phantoms flickered into her sight, behind cars and abandoned kiosks. After she pulled off into an empty lot, the first thing that hit her was the smell. Sweat, she was used to, but this was an odd mix of something like burned aluminum, machine oil, and ammonia. She blew out a breath, and turned to check on the folks in the back, probably crammed in in a less than comfortable arrangement.

"We all in one piece?"

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[Abaddon Magnus]

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John had kept his sights locked firm on the outside of the convenience store for a while now. According to his watch it was a good half hour since he saw the broken snow trail leading into the store. The blizzard was picking up mid-day, and fresh snow fell on the trail. By the man's reckoning, around maybe another hour or so the trail might be lost completely. The whole time John saw nothing; no movement, no noise and certainly no people. Sighing, he set his binoculars down and finished the remaining flakes of fish in his can. He was sure he saw movement in the store. Nothing can be heard now besides the howling winds. Twirling the spoon in the fish oil in a circle, he continued his stake out minus the binoculars.

"Damn. Really should have checked that place yesterday..", he said to no one in particular.

He felt restless. He hadn't seen this much traffic in this neighborhood for weeks now, and that put things in perspective. How many people are gonna turn up here in the coming days? How long before they find where he lived?

John coughed when the thought crossed his mind. He stood up, wore a beat up jacket hanging from a coat rack. Then he draped a rag-mask over his head, took his assault rifle and went outside of his room. Locking the door behind him, he made his way up to the roof of his apartment. Up on the roof; he had a better, clearer view of the streets. Looking through his rifle's sights, he checked back at the front of the store. No change. John then set his sights on the alley to where the store's loading bay was. There was a truck and people where loading boxes into it.

"s**t.."


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Event: Overwatch. Overlooking the store and the alley leading to the loading bay.
Location: Apartments, roof.
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Fatigue: █ 5%
Hunger: 0%
OOC: Sorry for being super late. I was sick for longer than I had wanted and I could only manage to write this crappy reply. - n -

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Equipped - Primary: AK-104 with foregrip and a Tasco red dot sight.
Sidearm: P&R M-47 "Medusa"
CRKT FE9 tactical knife
Empty can of tuna.

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punday
playing as: Cody Campbell


BLStoner
playing as: Stray Dog


Night_Of_Cydonia
playing as: John Long

[Penna Evolo]

location: City Streets|| wearing: that coat mom got me last christmas

Summer

so you're tired but you're alive
so open up your eyes
and you can get your sleep when you are dead
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Get in the hummer.

Shots sent metallic tings echoing through the lot in front of the clinic, and Summer wasn't even certain where they were coming from anymore. Clearly their military masqueraders were crazy, but at least it was the sort of crazy that was somewhat conservative with its ammunition. Whatever new crazy had found the bickering group, they were not like-minded about their long game. Summer had frozen, green eyes wide, watching the truck pull into view. Something was shouted to her, something that echoed her own thoughts on the matter. Thoughts that her numb mind continued to play, over and over, never registering within the mental images of blood and consequence.

Get in the hummer.

Shots began to ring out from both sides - Summer gripped her gun in both hands and sank against the metal of the car she couldn't bear to move away from. She heard the steady pop of Hadley's rifle and the furious roar of automatic fire. Summer stared as one of the men - one of their attackers, she supposed, though he looked nothing like the villain of a looter she'd constructed in her mind - took a shot to the gut and fell to his knees.

Something sharp and metallic ricocheted next to her ear.

Get in the ******** hummer, Nixon!

Summer snapped from her stupor with all the sudden, bracing awareness of waking from a dream. Chaos screamed around her and she felt, more than heard, the sudden curse that ripped from her mouth. s**t, s**t, s**t-

She was moving without even thinking about it, trying to reason within herself that if she moved as quickly as possible into the armored vehicle, then it wouldn't matter what her odds of survival were. As long as she moved as fast and as hard as she could, she would be okay. As long as she tried, she would make it.

She heard someone cry out, heard them hit the ground.

She turned to see Sam gripping her leg. Summer took in a gasp of air so quickly that a squeak of panic bled into it. She stopped her race to the hummer and turned. Please not the femoral artery. She didn't think about her actions; she turned and raced to Sam's side. She was a medic. It was what she was supposed to do. Something, in the middle of all the s**t that stormed around them, was finally making sense to her.

Please not the femoral artery.

She threw one of the woman's arms over her shoulder and heard her own voice, distantly, screaming - "Hold pressure on it- hold pressure-" And please, please God, please not the femoral artery.

And she was running again, hobbling, sloppily making her way to the hummer as she tried to support as much of Sam's weight as she could. She could hear Hadley starting up the engine just as she slid into the back and pulled Sam in with her. Her hands were no longer shaking, no longer uncertain - she reached into her bag and pulled out a wad of gauze. Pressing it to Sam's thigh, she could already feel the heat of blood dabbling against the creases of her palm. Every jostle from Hadley's quick escape jerked her back and forth - at one point she distantly felt the pain of her head striking the seat in front of her - but her hand applied pressure with an iron, unmoving certainty.

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when the times keep going wrong
and we go right

[jrugs]

The pain was something that the woman had never felt before. She could feel the shards of the bullet moving around inside of her thigh with every move. Sam looked down at her bloody thigh and then at her hands that were covered in crimson red. 'Blood?' Was all she could think of. Shock slowly began to take over her and when a young female came up beside her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to her feet, Sam let out a painful yell. "I can feel the shards, Summer. " Was all she could handle before slamming her shoulder into the hummer. It took everything she had to hoist herself up into the seat and slam the door shut. Summer sat beside her and held some gauze to her thigh. Sam groans in pain as quietly as she can.

A few moments had passed and Hadley pulled into an empty parking lot. Sam looked up at the woman and smiled, her face damp with sweat and blood smeared across her cheek. "Barely. One of them goddamn assholes got me. I don't think it did too much damage though. Might've grazed the bone and shattered into a billion pieces on its way out." Looking down at her wound, Sam furrowed her eyebrows as she reached around to the back of her leg and sure enough, there was an exit wound. "s**t... Just my luck. Summer... What do you think? If it hit a main artery, there would be much more blood, right!?" She asked, looking up at the woman with a hopeful look. Sam didn't know much about the human body. She was trained to fight.

But what they all didn't know was that she was right. The bullet had grazed her bone and had shattered on its way out. There was a total of five shards that needed to be removed. If anything, Sam had a whole lot of luck on her side, considering that if the bullet had been just a little more to the right, it would have went right through her femoral artery and she would have been dead in no longer than five minutes.



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xxxxxxxxxxbullet wound to her thigh
xxxxxxxxxxbleeding, in pain, cold, tired.

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xxxxxxxxxxstandard medium-sized backpack
xxxxxxxxxxlarge bottle of fresh water
xxxxxxxxxxplain black wallet with ID and an old family photo
xxxxxxxxxxan extra sweater and t-shirt
xxxxxxxxxxassorted canned food [x10]
xxxxxxxxxxnew york tour guide
xxxxxxxxxxgeneral area maps
xxxxxxxxxxpliers, duct tape and scissors
xxxxxxxxxxlock picking tools
xxxxxxxxxxbandages and med supplies

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xxxxxxxxxxassault rifle AK-47 [x2 clips]
xxxxxxxxxxpistol [20 rounds]
xxxxxxxxxxstandard kitchen knife
xxxxxxxxxxpocket knife








0ut of Character

my poor sammy. ;c

[ZenFehr]

At the mention that they wouldn't be playing with acid, Sally stuck her tongue out at no one in particular and blew a short raspberry.

It was a while before Nero answered. They wound their way back down the stairs, and he paused at the bottom, peering out into the hallway ahead of the others.

"Yeah. We did." He sounded tired. He looked over his shoulder at Frank. "I'm not proud of it, but it happened. I haven't killed anyone. Part of me hopes I'll die before I have to."

"Uuuugh. Stop bein' so... so meladramatic." Sally huffed. "We gotta do what we gotta do, alright? If you guys just picked us up to give us s**t about it, you can hwmfh--"

Nero had put a hand over Sally's mouth.

"It's a fair question." Perhaps Frank's tone hadn't been necessary, but he couldn't expect to be popular with these guys or any of their friends after what had just happened. She pushed his hand away. "Anyway. Like I said. Hang behind me on the corners and I'll make sure there's no trouble."

Nero took off again. When he'd reached the end of the hall, he looked around, waved them over, and started into the lobby. He peered behind the desk, and paused at the door. A couple of men moved past, one pushing a dolly that held what appeared to be a small refrigerator, and a centrifuge. Here, Nero insisted on waiting several minutes before proceeding forward. He stood at the end of the walkway, checked the street, and they started moving again. Wherever the men had gone, their vehicle wasn't visible anywhere from the front.

[ZenFehr]

Anders

Anders continued to hold out the clipboard after Damien took the package.

"Hey, pal, I really do need you to--"

He didn't sign. Anders' mouth twisted sourly, but before he could press the matter, they were being shot at again, and Sam was directing him to the Hummer. He ducked back into the alley, found Devon behind the dumpster, and pulled him up by one arm.

"Time to go," he muttered. He snatched his bag and hung at the mouth of the alley, waiting for either a lull in the shooting or until the Division agents had pinned whoever had rolled in. He all but shoved Devon up front, and clambered into the back; as soon as he'd pressed himself against the far side, the dog was clawing its way into his lap, whining. Anders cursed under his breath and shifted, pushing the panting animal out of his face. By the time he'd succeeded in doing so, the vehicle was moving, and someone had been hauled into the seat beside him. Leg wound.

"Eeesshhh."

He pulled up his duffel bag. Cans and detergents spilled out and hit the floor, and a few heat packs went with them. After a few moments, he set a bottle of peroxide on the seat beside him, and began pawing through the other contents of the bag. Boxes of Motrin were tossed aside, followed by Advil and altogether too many cough drops, until he was squinting at the labels of a few prescription drug bottles.

"Mnm...masyl...rm...Contin...oh hey, that's morphine, innit? Year old, looks like. That's still good, right? Dunno how morphine mixes with bullets, but we can gollydanged find out, uh, if ya want."

[WaterproofFade-Proof]

Devon Ridley
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Things were going to get worse before they got better for the panic ridden young man. One hand on his chest he closed his eyes and tried to breathe with his stomach instead of his chest. Essentially he was hyperventilating, but it felt like he was going to die from not getting enough air. Perhaps a heart attack or maybe someone's bullet would do him in instead it was hard to gauge what was in store.

Hearing footsteps headed his direction he opened his eyes and wiped their corners with the side of his hand. They needed to get out of there. He wasn't sure what Anders had up his sleeve, but he would just have to trust his judgment for now. Devon scrambled to grab his belongings before taking the man's hand. The pulling didn't stop when he was on his feet and he found himself stumbling and dragging after the other. His legs felt like lead but somehow he managed to stay mostly upright as he was pulled along. He wasn't able to catch a proper breath of air until he was shoved into the front of the hummer that they had initially been hiding from. Not wanting to be anywhere near the windows he positioned himself in a kneeling position on the floor keeping his head low. There was probably room for a second person to move in next to him if needed as he was draped over and clutching the central consul. It had been ages since he had been in a vehicle and gods be damned if he actually ride in one without a seatbelt on.

Sobbing quietly he buried his face into the leather. They were being shot at, someone was bleeding out the leg. This was not okay. This was not worth a few bites of food and a fire. They were going to crash and be systematically killed by the other folk that were shooting at them he was just sure of it. When they came to a stop he didn't dare speak, as if worried his voice would make the nameless enemies find them.

[BLStoner]

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tab ► Stray sighed softly at the question giving it some thought. He could get a lift to where he wanted to hole up, but with the commotion several blocks from them, he didn't think being in a vehicle was a good idea. Being on foot was quieter and he would be able to make an escape if spotted. "Thanks, but I think it's better if I don't." They were National Guard and that meant they were part of the Division. Good people, but not his crowd. Not anymore. "Besides, I've got to find a place to hole up still and the name isn't just for kicks." He said, shifting his weight upon his feet.

tab ► Yet, his eyes returned to the kid. She had looked at him a few times now, but could he blame her? His attire wasn't exactly what you'd typically see on a so called 'civilian', but he wasn't about to give it up to simply blend in with the locals better. However, the longer he stared at her, the more he thought of his own sister. Yeah, his sister wasn't a kid anymore, but he remembered her at that age. It was hard enough being a kid, but even more so now with the world going to s**t.

tab ► Crouching down, Stray pulled his bag off and unzipped it. "You know, I had a little sister once. Today was suppose to be her birthday, but she got sick like everyone else." He rummaged through the contents of his bag until he pulled out a small hand-stitched doll with a soft blue dress with tiny white polka-dots and lined with lace. "Every birthday she would get a doll, but I think this year she wouldn't mind letting someone else have her present. Besides, I think every little girl should have a doll just as pretty as her." He was grinning behind the helmet, in hopes she would like it. Hopefully the sergeant wouldn't be too upset with him for this little gesture. He doubted John and his men were going to stop by a toy store any time soon and every child needed something to give them a sense of security in times like these.

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▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Day One xxxx▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Loading Dock xxxx▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Lift Me Up - Radioactive xxxx
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Others xxxx▌ ｏｏｃ : Sorry, was at the beach for my sister's birthday, but I'm back now. And sorry for how awkward that last paragraph sounds. X.x