Snippet #1710288

Dante had listened to his fellow gang members. He was truly trying to find the source of the problem, his leadership going stale, and he could not bring himself to believe that it was his ruthless nature that brought them here. Most didn't say much, they were to scared to upset him and be kicked or in worst case, hanged. Others, the more stupid and complain kind, told him useless things to fix for they only helped themselves. No one really had anything to say to him, he was the leader he should not be asking for what the followers think. He should all ready know what to do, and when he does it make sure it's for the best. He could not tell which ones were on his side and which ones were not. It was indeed a waist of time but he had nothing better to do but wait and send people for food.

The scavengers had returned, the ones that threw the man out with two others, they only had a few cans and bags of food and some bottles of water. Enough to feed the camp for one more day if there food supplies went to shit. Dante only sighed and grit his teeth in anger, once again he was right. Only a few cans, this can't be the way to live, food would be a memory and his men would resort to eating each other like the zombies. First the papers on the desk, then Glen's rant on how he was a foolish leader, his favorite gun jamming, now they hardly had any food! Dante felt built up anger inside him, it has lingered there for a long time. He glared at the women who was speaking for the rest of the scavenging group, her tone in voice was annoyed with what they had, as if she had something to say to him, something upsetting. The girl took a step to close, beginning to speak out of line, the other three began to look at her in surprise as she started to do a lesser version of what Glen's rant was. He was not about to put up with it again.

Dante raised his hand, she paused for a moment, only to be slapped in the face by the back of Dante's hand. She put her hand on the red mark stained on her face and grit her teeth, she began to yell at Dante only to be smack again, harder this time, bring her to the ground. Dante looked don on her like a bug, the chick reminded him to much of Glen. He was still sympathetic, he turned around and began to walk back to the city hall only to her the girl call him a argent prick. He turned taking a few more steps back to her and before she could get up he brought his leg back and kick her in the teeth, breaking some, leaving her mouth dripping in blood, and her crying in pain. He looked around, the rest of the members were looking at him with smiles and frowns, some liking this and some wishing her had not done such a deed.

He then took this advantage and said, "Listen my wolfs! I am your leader, we will never harm another human being for any reason unless they deserve it! This pathetic little bitch, deserved it for speaking to me in such a manner. Don't cross me ever, then we will thrive again."

With that he approached a guard, "Gather up my sis and are number one soldier."

The guard nodded and ran off into the camp. Dante entered town hall, and his office, only to start tearing things apart in rage, his door shut but still unlocked.