KILLING GOD

For a split second before the last moment before you inhale that final breathe is a moment of reflection. In that moment that may feel like hours, but in reality is perhaps no less than a millisecond there is something you hold onto. Something that you refuse to let go of. Something that dims the light of your soul tainting it with a dark obsession that can be described by a single common word.

Regret.

This Regret causes a soul to stray from it's correct course. Spinning out of control in a completely foreign direction where souls will become void of ever moving on. In a seemingly godless world, the creator hear's the cries of these souls and reaches out with tender finger tips to pull them back from the brinks of purgatory.





-Joseph Halberd

"Welcome to Eden....your pitiful souls have become fortunate enough to earn another chance at life....Look to your left. Now your right. Kill them. You must kill them all if you desire to return to your normal life..." Through the wooden floor of the Holy cross Cathedral Seph could hear the choir of Angels begin their introduction to the final hundred members to the 'game'. It was a moment that made it difficult for him to breathe. He closed his eyes meditating for a split second to collect himself and then spoke into his mic. He gave the order for the D squads to begin the distraction. Then turned to his team, who were all standing behind him in the cold dusty tunnel and nodded for them to get ready. The Angels were reaching the end of the introduction. "...The last living human will be allowed to leave the city....Good luck to you all." Like a group of steel faced soldiers, the Angels exited the cathedral leaving the new players yelling for more answers after them.

Seph burst through the trap door behind the preacher's podium. Some of his team members climbing out behind him. Flipping his hood off his head, he frantically waved his arms in the air trying to grab their attention. "Everyone!! Please! Listen to me! You're all in danger! I can take you to safety! Just follow me, quickly!" The mass of people filling the church simply stared back at him in either confusion or disbelief. They murmured amongst themselves. In sheer seconds the murmurs grew to unruly shouts of rage. "Calm Down! You have to come with me or you're all going to DIE!"

With that last word an explosion rocked the cathedral throwing everyone to their knees. An enormous cloud of dark smoke billowed through the new gap in the front of the church followed by the sounds of bullets being fired and the dying screams of the people they hit. Seph pulled himself back up and yelled one last time. "HURRY!!!!" In a wide spread panic every mobile person scattered for the podium. Seph and his team members reached out, pulling up every person they could. The attackers came into view, moving into the cathedral in a wide single line. Seph thrust a hand into the air. "Return fire!" Half of his team members on the floor pulled out their fire arms and did just as their leader ordered. The attackers pulled back, disappearing back through the hole in that they created. "Cease fire!" The sound of gun shots ceased. Only the sound of debris falling from the ceiling and the wails of the wounded could be heard echoing through what was left of the building.

"This is our chance! Go! Go! Go!" he urged everyone to keep moving through the tunnel from above ground. He jumped down from where he stood searching for the wounded who were still alive. Among the the piles of lifeless lukewarm bodies, he found a woman crawling across the floor treading blood behind her. He picked the woman up, holding her in his arms. He turned to gaze out through the chasm in time to see several grenades being tossed into what was left of the cathedral. "Shit!' Seph turned to run with the heat of the blast at his back.

-Reyna Axelson

The last thing Reyna remembered was absolute despair. It was so abrupt. One moment she was laughing with her best friend, the next she is rocked to the driver's side of the car. She'd been hit hard by some thing hard, fast, and bright. It took her a second to realize what was going on. The feelings, the sights, the sounds. Looking up, she good see their final destination. They were careening toward a brick wall. Screaming in complete terror, adding to the loudness, the three, maybe five seconds, felt like an eternity. The brown-red wall coming closer at such a speed. It was now right in front of them, and then, she was here?

Where is here, Reyna thought. What the fuck is going on? She was in... a cathedral? Why are there so many people? I feel weird. I'm cold but it's more than that... Reyna looked down. She now realized the strange, full-body sensation. WHY AM I NAKED?! Reyna then immediately wrapped an arm around her bust and a hand over her nether region. It was all she could really do for now.

"Fuck..." she whispered. Then someone began speaking at the head of the church, at the pulpit. Except, it sounded like a group of people speaking in unison. Looking around, Reyna noted several oddly beautiful people in strange clothing. Are those... school uniforms? As they spoke, somethings clicked. Is this some sort of sick game, Reyna thought. This whole thing was madness. Her heart was pounding for so many reasons. Even if this whole thing is possible, Reyna began in her head. Why the hell am I nude! This is crazy! After thinking a bit, she guessed she somehow survived (unconscious, mind you) long enough to be stripped, but died before any hospital garments could be put on her. Well that is just awesome. Reyna looked up. Someone else had taken the stage, seemingly unrelated to the former person, after the weird, pretty people were gone.. Just fucking awesome.

Reyna decided to focus on the newcomer. It was very unclear where this man came from. She was pretty close to the pulpit, so it was weird that he had not made himself known until he appeared at the podium. He then began to speak. Yeah, no shit we're in danger. We're all supposed to kill each other... However, as the speaker went on, a sense of dread went over the already shivering Reyna.

While everyone stood dumbfounded, Reyna decided to chance it. Hell, she'd already died. If this was a trap, what did it matter? She started shoving her way through to the very front and to where the man who was now speaking was. A trap door, gotcha. She could now see where the man had come from. She remained in a crouch to hide her body behind the short wall that lead up to the podium and the trap door. The large crowd slowly grew into a riot at the man's words. He then desperately tried to coax them to safety.

"Calm Down! You have to come with me or you're all going to DIE!" With his last word, everything went nuts. The side of the cathedral fell away with a boom. The crowd let out a terrified roar. The man at the podium ordered a return fire. Men swiftly piled out of the trap door and took positions on either side and unloaded in a deafening barrage. Sitting with her back against the perhaps three-foot wall, she dropped her breasts and covered her ears, withdrawing herself into a fetal position. The sound then stopped soon after. She looked up slowly.

"This is our chance! Go! Go! Go!"

Not needing to be told twice, Reyna popped up, and scurried below ground. Once in the passage, she resumed her fetal position against the wall of the passage. She waited there, curled up, watching and waiting for what was to happen next.

-Frank Roseby

Frank stood in the near dark of the tunnel below the Cathedral. Today the last 100 joined in on the game. Today they would attempt to save as many of them as possible before anyone could kill them. Of course nobody would be that fast to react. It was somewhat disconcerting waking up amidst a large crowd after dying. At least a few people would die and many would be hurt. He was here to try to stop as many of the injured from dying as possible. Joseph was up by the trapdoor, waiting for the "Angels" to finish declaring the rules. Not that there really were any aside from kill. Frank knew the speech was coming to a close as Joseph spoke into his radio. Unconsciously he played with the buttons on his coat.

Suddenly Joseph flung open the trapdoor and began telling the people they needed to leave. From the entrance of the tunnel he could vaguely hear the distraction that was preventing the mass of people outside the cathedral from already having stormed in and killed everyone. The precious seconds they had before the cathedral was attacked sped by as Joseph tried to get everyone into the tunnel. Suddenly the building shook. Well, there goes one of their rpgs, he thought. He could hear gunfire through the ceiling. People then began rushing into the tunnel frantically. He began trying to seperate them into different areas depending on if they were injured or not. He grabbed a woman's arm, "Ma'am, your arm is bleeding badly, go down the tunnel on the right side and you will be taken care of." The woman seemed to half hear him and ran down the tunnel staying somewhat to the right side. Of course he could not tell everyone where to go, there were simply too many people for that. And supplies were scant enough he could not care for every wound either. All of a sudden Joseph leaped down from the trapdoor carrying a bloody woman.

Joseph was always the last to leave, anyone else in the cathedral was already dead or would die shortly. Either from wounds they already had or from bullets in the head by the other participants. Striding down the tunnel with everyone else Frank passed the people designated to cover their exit. Some of them always died, but them dying saved many more and they were never short volunteers for the rearguard. Exiting the tunnel he began trying to get the wounded all together where him and his assistants could more easily tend to them.

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-Jeremiah Hawthorne

Jeremiah lay on top of one of the buildings surrounding the cathedral. He had his sniper rifle lying on the roof in front of him, his binoculars in hand. One of the larger gangs in the city, more than likely the Skull Brigade though he could not see Hades, had set up on this side of the cathedral to begin killing as soon as the Angels finished initiating the newest players. Though he could not see the other sides he knew from past experience other people were there also surrounding the cathedral. It was almost silent now because no one wanted to goad the Angels, but as soon as they left all hell would break loose. People trying to take out those inside the cathedral as well as those on the outside. Personally, he didn't care who he killed, no matter who it was it meant one less person he had to take down before he was the only person left. Of course if he could get a shot at one of the gang leaders he would take that over any five others. Take out the leaders and the followers would go out of control, taking out as many friends as enemies. Most of the leaders were too smart to be too out in the open though, otherwise they wound't be a leader, at least not for long.

Beside him lay some grenades, both homemade and found. He had one really nasty one in particular he wanted to test out once the shooting started. It was designed to explode on contact once he pulled the pin out, so it would reach the ground before it exploded. On impact it would explode releasing hundreds of bbs he had taken from some dud shotgun shells. There was also a little pocket of gasoline in the center so anyone too close would burn to death if none of the bbs hit a vital spot. Finally there was some movement on the ground, the Angels were filing out of the building. They no longer creeped him out with their perfect skin and white complections, but he still didn't look at them long any longer than to see when they would be out of sight. Setting his binoculars down he grabbed his sniper rifle from in front of him and one of the grenades from his pile. As the last Angel turned a corner he pulled the pin on the grenade and tossed it away from the building. It was just a normal grenade, not one of his homemade ones. Hopefully it would reach the ground before it, KABOOM! With a deafening explosion the grenade blew up amidst a group of people below. No sooner had the after image faded from his eyes than everything in sight turned crazy.

One of the people below had shot an rpg at the cathedral and had blown a huge hole in the side of it. As bullets flew everywhere people began rushing towards the building. Aiming down his sights Jeremiah began picking off people as fast as he could find them. A man running with an AK-47 here, a woman pulling the pin on a grenade there, another man reloading behind a barrier. He kept shooting until his clip ran out and then he chucked a few more grenades. Among them his special one. Stuffing the rest into his bag along with his binoculars he peered over the edge to see his baby go boom. It exploded on contact as planned, it appeared to have landed on a person, lucky throw. As pieces of searing hot metal flew through flesh a wall of flame spread quickly, engulfing everything in it's path. The fire spread about 10 feet before stopping. Very effective, he would have to make some larger ones in the future, maybe make a full sized bomb to place somewhere with a tripwire. Grabbing his bag he ran toward the stairs down to the ground. People would begin searching for lone targets soon. Now was the time to leave, with luck he could meet up with a small group of people and take them out during his exit. Flying down the stairs he readied his machine gun.

{ ramona weston. }

The lights glimmering around Ramona slowly began to fade, and a tingling sensation began to fill her throat, the nerves in her body pushing her back into awakening.
She flicked open her eyes.
The confusion expected to ram her soon after she awakened wasn't there. She stayed frozen to where she sat shakily, her eyes wide, pale face gradually beginning to flush with life. She calculated when the last time she had woken up carefully. All that she could remember was her parents and her driving as usual in stony silence, Ramona quietly singing along to a song on her Mp3 player when- everything suddenly vanished, but all of it came rushing back- pain, alarm, screaming, the nauseous, iron-like smell of the blood, and Ramona decided right then and there that she wanted to die.
So she did. And this... This was not really what she expected Heaven to be like.
Eventually, she became conscious of the strange, reedy singing that was floating around the area. And, that she seemed to be completely naked. She made a little gasp and shrunk back in her seat, quickly wrapping her arms around everything that-ehem- needed to be covered. Her golden-blond hair brushed across her furrowed brow as she looked up sharply when the reedy voices floating around the building stopped singing. She shivered, but quickly looked up when men burst into the building, which seemed to be a cathedral, and one of them started to speak in a rough, alarmed voice. Though her viewpoint on a lot of things was clouded from her previous "eternal" sleep, she functioned rather quickly and leapt from where she sat, forgetting about her clothing options fast and about to do what the man said when her legs shook with a massive vibration that was sent from an explosion outside of the cathedral, following with a gust of smoke. She gasped inwardly quickly, and felt a bullet rip across her shoulder blade as she began to run. The abrupt, fiery pain flared up immediately and she felt a scream rising up on her throat, and her body threatened to stop and collapse in pain. But she didn't. She ran to the Podium with the rest of the crowd but stopped as her ears filled with a piercing scream that was barely audible through the rest of the noise. Lagging close behind her was a tiny, crying child, her blackened face distorted in fear. She ran back and picked the child up in her thin arms, clenching the child's shaking body to her own, ignoring the blood rolling down her bare spine and back and gritting her teeth, her eyes blazing. She dived out into the bright, smoke-thick opening and flung herself behind another building, skidding behind a small, makeshift fortress of garbage bags filled with old broken bottles and ragged newspaper and shaking violently with relief. The child pressed herself to Ramona's chest, whimpering, its small hands clenching and scouring her bare flesh with grubby fingers, leaving dull scratch marks on her skin. Ramona's breath was dull and wheezing, and after a few seconds she began to break out in coughing, the child inching back from her arms in alarm. Ramona gasped, her breath gulping unevenly and rasping. She needed her retainer badly, because it was obvious that her asthma was acting up. The child mewled pitifully in fear and confusion, toddling to where Ramona knelt and putting a small hand on her shoulder. Ramona barely felt the child do so as she slumped to the dirty ground, her breath catching and rattling, the blood coating her back stinging in the whispering breeze as she faded into half-unconsciousness.

\____Shinigami____/



This was pathetic… such weak minded fools required cowardly tactics. They would not survive such a break in honor… or decency… but most importantly those were his victims… his toys to kill and make dance… and give a peaceful death free of malice and hate. He may be a god… but even he had grown uneasy about the pain that he caused in life… and now death. He stepped forward a machete in hand with a strait edge in his off hand… he approached those who attacked the church like death himself… he moved up to the man closest to the flank grabbed his hair and brought the jungle hacking tool downwards severing his tongue and lower jaw with this blade’s well aimed cutting power. He took a step forward before lodging the same killing tool in a second man’s skull and relinquished its hold as he fell. Next he switched hands with his favored weapon… his strait edge and pulled one’s head back before slashing it… it wasn’t the proper method but they didn’t deserve a quick and easy death and thus he did it improperly. As a fourth turned around to shoot he doubled over to the side as he in stepped on the man’s foot before kneeing him in the stomach and slashing both of his armpits. The last one he could see now had their gun pointed towards him. What a predicament which became less so when the man heard what sounded like foot steps behind him. A girl? Escaping into the open like that… huh though he forced it from his mind and used the distraction to get close enough to severe both of the tendons in the man’s wrists before disemboweling him. He looked as the organs spewed forward from the X that had been formed on his underbelly. Shinigami reached his hand up the hole forcing it through flesh and bone if needed until his hand befell what it was looking for. He tore out the now still organ from the man’s chest cavity and through his stomach. “Oh… my, such creatures actually do have a heart… what a find.” He chuckled to himself as he walked towards where the girl had run off to blood dripping from his left hand. He still carried they razor edged strait edge as he came into view over the trash bags.

He idly waved away the child from the bare skinned woman before he kneeled down besides her. He applied pressure… just enough to force her to relinquish consciousness before he breathed inwards to her lips and decompressed her chest… then breathed in to her lips and decompressed her chest he did this several times until he felt the internal swelling dye down enough for her to breath on her own. He lifted her over his shoulder before his fell unforgiving eyes fell upon the child. “Come if you wish… but act mature, my home is no place for children’s antics.”

He carried her over his shoulder as Charon carries the dead over the river Styx… all eyes were upon them, but none were brave enough to attack a creature of death and as far as anyone could tell… godhood. He took her into the worn mansion and placed her upon a bed in the guest quarter where he wrapped her bleeding shoulder thickly in spare cloth and took a rather… strange pleasure in dressing her in the wardrobe he had made… a dress that while it lacked the refined material such as silk and satin were reminiscent of Victorian era gothic dresses. If the child had joined he would hand him several over sized shirt, pants, and a worn leather belt. “Get dressed and remain by the woman who I presume is your mother… I will make a small diner.”

*Kaylen Grey*

Kaylen stood among a mass of people gathered in the cathedral trying to figure out how she had managed to arrive at such a distinct location, and even more-so trying to figure out where he clothes were. No matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn't, the last thing she could recall was riding in the gunner position on her team's Humvee on a routine patrol. It was almost like there was some physical object lodged in her brain, preventing her brain cells for sending nerve pulses back and forth from her temporal lobe, so instead she substituted her memories with a particular four letter word that began with an 'f' to express he exasperation.

As a member of the back of the crowd, Kaylen was unable to see the speaker at the podium, but it's unearthly voice was enough to help her get the picture that it wasn't human. She wasn't able to make out exactly what it was saying, due to the noises of the crowd interfering with the speech. She turned to the person next to her, a girl with dark brown hair, who was a few inches shorter than her. She asked, "Hey, can you hear anything that fucker up at the pulpit is saying?"
The girl smiled timidly, and shook her head from side to side.
"Meh, figures... I know big ol' buildings are meant to have good acoustics and all, but they should relly install a speaker system or some-"

"...The last living human will be allowed to leave the city....Good luck to you all."

Kaylen stopped herself when she heard those words, "Whaaaaa?"
Kaylen couldn't see the front of the hall over the heads of the people in front of her, but from the crowd's demands to hear more she could assume that the speaker was leaving.
"Well that's fucking nice... Way to tell us what's going on..." Kaylen muttered bitterly, she then turned to the girl she had spoken to earlier and offered her hand in spite of her nakedness, "Anyhow, I'm Kaylen, Kaylen Grey, nice to meet you."
Maybe someone else in this room had some idea of what's happened, if so, she needed to find them soon...


*Sarah Freeman*

Sarah eyed the hand the red haired girl had offered her, then looked at the girl herself and blushed. How could the girl be acting so casually without covering herself.
"I-I'm... Sarah..." She managed to mumble through her embarrassment, unwilling to remove the small amount of dignity her hands had kept her to shake the other woman's hand.
From the front of the cathedral she heard a voice coarse agitated voice call out, but once again she couldn't hear. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kaylen listening intently. Suddenly the girl grabbed her arm, peeling it off of her breasts, and began to drag her through the crowd.
"No! No, don't... d-don't do that!" Sarah cried out, face turning bright red.
Kaylen turned to look straight into Sarah's eyes, "Trust me, we wan't to get away from the edges of the crowd, the guy says something is going to go down here and-"
An explosion ripped through the doors of the cathedral, shaking the crowd, and launching bits of mortar and wood into the back of the crowd. Sarah was suddenly yanked to the ground, moments before the bullets began to fly. People were being mowed down around them. Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes.

"Return fire!"

Another hail of bullets flew over their heads, but this time in the opposite direction, at the attackers.
"Crawl forwards." Kaylen commanded from besides her, without even thinking Sarah obeyed.

"Cease fire!"

"UP!" Kaylen yanked Sarah off the ground this time, and propelled her towards the pulpit, "Go! I'm right behind you."
Sarah dashed off towards the men who were helping people down a trap door in the floor of the cathedral. Before she knew it she was down in an ancient tunnel with a group of frightened, blood soaked naked survivors. Sarah turned to thank Kaylen for helping her, but she wasn't there instead she saw the last of the group of armed strangers who had rescued them was diving down through the trap-door, flames licking his boots.
"Kaylen?" Sarah squeaked. All hope had been knocked from her by the giant of a heavy-weight boxer, despair. The water-works started again.

*Kaylen Grey*

Kaylen lay face down in a puddle of blood gritting her teeth, not her own blood, but the blood of the man she had tried to save. Before she had managed to get through the trap door, her ankle had been grabbed by a middle aged man with dark hair, who had been shot in the lower back. The amount of blood pouring out of his back suggested that he wouldn't have survived the next day anyway, but that still didn't mean he had to die like this, riddled with shrapnel by some sort of home made grenade. The man had shielded her when the grenade went off, catching most of the shrapnel that has flown in their direction.
'Fuck! Who is the sick bastard who decided to attack a church full of unarmed civvies!?'
A group of the assailants had made their way inside the cathedral, and were picking off survivors.
'Shit I need to get out of here...'
One of the men was moving closer to her position, he'd spot her any second now. Kaylen jumped to her feet, and shot off towards the side of the cathedral. The spotted her and opened fire just as she ducked into a spiral staircase leading up to a balcony overlooking the hall. The bulled hit the edge of the doorway, sending chips of stone flying off in all directions.
"Fuck..." Kaylen muttered to herself as she ran up the staircase. She heard the man call over one of his comrades to cover him as he climbed the stairs. Kaylen reached the top, and slipped to the side, pressing her naked body to the cold stone door frame, laying in wait for her attacker.

((hurrr. Victoryoupervert/shot))

{ ramona weston. }

Ramona slowly came back to consciousness, her blond eyelashes flickering shadows on her white face as she opened her blue eyes. She jumped up in alertness immediately, whipping around to survey her surroundings, eyes narrowing. Her surroundings had changed drastically from where she was last, and she only blearily remembered the details. She reached a delicate hand down to the outfit she was wearing and her eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then slight disdain displayed in a sharply raised eyebrow. She snorted softly, still a bit dazed and confused about all of this, and straightened out the pleats absently, only stopping when a thought hit her. She looked to her side in alarm but then looked down, her heart stilling to a regular pace again when she saw that the child was there, her little hands clinging to the bed sheets, eyes searching Ramona like a frightened rabbit or fawn. "Lady? You okay?" She said in a trembling voice, her ragged brown hair drooping over her shoulders. Ramona paused before answering in a falteringly cheerful voice quietly.
"Yes... Yes, I'm okay. Are you?" She looked the little girl over briefly as she nodded her head and blinked."Um...So, do you know who brought us here?" The little girl's eyes widened, fear stirring in her face."A...I d'no." She answered blankly, and Ramona rolled her eyes, stretching."Well, whatever. Whoever it is then he or she was nice enough to take his or her's time to save me." She shrugged and stood up, smiling at the girl."What's your name?" She asked her, trying to cheer the child up. She was obviously quite shaken-just as shaken as Ramona was on the inside, really- and needed some kind of protection from the grisly world she had been thrown into. The girl looked up, her sparkling green eyes softening for the first time Ramona had seen them do, and answered shyly, "Bird." Ramona cocked her head."That's... A pretty name." She smiled, both sympathy and kindness in her expression, falling silent. She sighed and slipped off of the bed, straightening in front of a large mirror hanging on the wall. Her eyebrow resumed its raised position, and she scowled, turning away and looking down at her hands. She rolled her arm and winced a little, dropping it. Her shoulder aching slightly. It was still a little sore but bearable, and the pain was stifled greatly from what it used to feel like. She wasn't having any trouble breathing, luckily. The person who had brought her here did a pretty good job on fixing her up physically. She didn't know about the dress, though... She personally didn't think it looked good on her, even though she actually did look quite pretty. She smirked, brushing her spindly hand across her head again and straightening out the stray hairs.

((oh, and sorry for the crappyness of this post. Couldn't think of much fuuu))

\____Shinigami____/



He walked calmly through the garden he had built within this mansion in the west wing where the roof had collapsed and he had taken the time to clear it out until he hit earth and grew the seeds he had so carefully collected knowing the longer this went on the more scarce food would become. Thus the wise collect and prepare. He picked several peppers and some carrots that were starting to shrivel up he journeyed into the kitchen where he placed a pot over a fire pit he had built and replaced the stove that was there. He hung it over the pit and diced the vegetables as the water came to a boil before putting some old jerky into it along with the diced vegetables. He allowed it to boil until the flavors had come full strength before ladling the soup into three bowls and bringing them to the dining room before ringing a triangle and sitting down at the head of the dusty table. He would savor hunting this woman later on… but for now company was hard to come by when you are as brutal and efficient as Victor.

*Kaylen Grey*

Kaylen's assailant had almost reached the top of the stairs, she could hear his feet tapping their way up the spiral stairs. She took a deep breath, then pressed herself right up against the door-frame. Out of sight.

The man stepped through the door, holding an over sized revolver out in front of him. Kaylen's left hand shot out from her hiding spot, grabbing the man's wrist, it was quickly followed by her right fist, which caught him on his jaw, jolting his head to the side. She slipped her leg behind the man's and swept towards her, taking him down while maintaining her grip on the man's gun arm. Now the man who was covering him had the sights of a compact assault rifle trained on her. She let go of the first man dived to the side, bullets whipping past her. The man she had just knocked down raised his revolver at her, but before he could fire, she kicked his hand, knocking the gun out of his hand. The other man was in the doorway at the top of the stairs now, Kaylen dived at him, slamming her shoulder into his stomach, knocking him tumbling down the stairs. His head cracked off of a stone step on the way down. She whipped around in time to see the first man fumbling for his gun at the edge of the balcony. Kaylen strode over to him, grabbed his head, then slammed it down onto her knee. The man's eye's rolled back in his head. The man was wearing a tank top and combats.
'That'll do...' Kaylen thought to herself as she quickly began stripping him, leaving him in only a pair of briefs. In only a few moments she went from stark naked to (almost) fully clothed. One of them men down below called up to the two who had followed Kaylen up to the balcony.
"Here they come..." She muttered to herself. She scooped up the revolver the man had been using, a Colt Peacemaker, she checked how much ammo was left. Four .45 caliber rounds sat ready to be chambered. Not as much as she hoped, but maybe she could grab the bull-pup off of the man she had knocked down the stairs. No matter the case, it was time to go.

Reyna Axelson

People started filing in shortly after. Some of them were naked. Glad I don't have to be the only woman who's running around, breasts flopping about... She slowly rose to her feat, keeping her bountiful bosom blocked and crotch crevice covered. She eyed the other people. The ones not running away. There was an organized group of people about. They seemed somewhat militant, but weren't really uniform, making them unrecognizable as a military from the world she was from. That guy out side must be the leader, I suppose... As people flew past, she waited. Finally, the speaker from out side burst in at what was probably the last moment, carrying an injured person. "Glad I took my chances with what he was saying, and didn't stick around to find out what was going to happen," she said softly to no one. After remaining off to the side for so long, she decided to follow this leader guy and his men. So far, they had been right on the money, and so she had to trust them at least a little. If she was going to survive... whatever the hell she was now mixed up in, it would probably be with these guys. A bit of a survivor herself in life, Reyna was going to stick with whatever kept her a live now, just as she always had.

She followed them to what was probably at least one of their base of operations. Everyone was settling down, or trying too. Many people were injured, and so there was a lot of sad, pain filled utterances of varying types, timbers and volumes everywhere. The crowd was a depressingly smaller than it had been before. A lot of people clearly lost there... second life?, already. She stopped really caring about her own problems. At least she was unharmed. She still tried her best to cover her large chest. She decided to take a seat, enabling both arms to be used. This would allow for maximum coverage.

Reyna sat there, transfixed on a particularly mutilated man. She frowned, her heart going out to the poor man who most likely wouldn't survive. He was an older man, so he most likely would have died sooner than later anyway, in this ridiculous, sick game. It was probably best he go now. Although, Reyna really wished the other new players around him would understand the most merciful thing for this man was to completely end his suffering forever.

She then realized she was sitting next to someone. She was so distraught that after several seconds of sitting there, she hadn't noticed him. Out of her periphery, all she could see was his muscular arm. "Hey, bro," she said out of the corner of her mouth. She didn't want to look at him. "I'm Reyna. you gotta name, too? Or should I call you muscles?" She decided she might as well try and talk to someone, maybe even make friends. She didn't want to go this thing alone. This thing, which she was still trying to wrap her head around. This bizarre, ludicrous, deadly game she, and all these poor people had been thrown into. This was so sadistic and horrible, she actually thought staying dead would have been a lot better.

Alex Sledge

Alex had walked in with everyone else, still covering his crotch and sat down without looking at anyone, then he heard a female voice to his side.
"Hey bro," she said, "I'm Reyna, you gotta name too? or should I just call you muscles?"
That made Alex smirk. The weirdest situation anyone could ever have been in and a naked woman was trying to make conversation with him.
"Alex, nice to meet you", he replied, as he turned to look at her, and it was all he could do to keep his jaw from dropping.
Beautiful. That's the only word he could come up with to describe her, and well...naked. His eyes began to drift down her frame on their own accord and suddenly realizing what he was doing, he blushed and looked up, avoiding eye contact with her.
He cleared his throat, "So, w-where are you from Reyna?", he stammered.
Damn it, he had killed an uncountable amount of enemies with both gun and knife, he had been interrogated to near death, and shot up yet he couldn't have a straight conversation with another human being..granted she was naked and had huge breasts, but still, human nonetheless, he locked eyes with her, and waited for her response.

Reyna Axelson

"Alex, nice to meet you," the man said.

She slowly turned her gaze away from the horrid scene that was all about. That's when she noticed that Alex, the man sitting beside her was completely naked as well. She stifled chuckle. She didn't even know why it was funny. Everything was so horrible and messed up right now. But damn this guy is cut! Perhaps, in life, he was a firefighter or body builder or something. Reyna's eyes didn't linger long, for she had to respect the poor guy since she was in the exact same situation. So she lowered her head. "It's nice to meet you, too," Reyna began to respond. "Though it'd be much nicer if we were back home..." she trailed off. At least your being naked is a plus, she thought with a subtle smirk. She was glad her hair covered it from his gaze. Reyna then darted her eyes to her left, making out the man's face a bit through her dark hair. He was gawking at her. She grinned. Once, his eye's had finished their sweep, she leaned back against the wall, and slid down a bit on the footlocker they sat on. Her head was now leaned back on the wall, and she crossed her right leg over her left to top it all off. Then she looked over at him, no expression on her face. Arms crossed over her bust. She listened to what he said next.

"So, w-where are you from Reyna?", he stammered. Reyna shrugged.

"Doesn't really matter now..." she said, not really to Alex, ending with a sigh. "I'm from California." She replied. "How about yourself?" So far her meager plan seemed to be working. That is what she hoped, at least. One of these people, at least, would be down to stick with her. One never hunted alone, at least not in her book, and the same thing should apply here. She just wanted to live as long as possible, and maybe even go home. She wasn't really down for playing the game. She hunted animals, not people. However, she would not hesitate to take someone else out if they were trying to end her life. Or Alex's, if he so wished to side with her. She had to giggle slightly to herself, hoping she didn't interrupt Alex. She was giggling at the thought that the two of them would make quite a pair. Like a gun-slinging Adam and Eve. Hopefully they're was a mall or any place with clothes around here. She'd wear anything, at this point. Alex and her would need to find clothes ASAP.

-Frank Roseby

Frank was tending the wounded where they lay or sat depending on how bad they were injured. The worst case so far had been an old man who had been torn up by the edge of a grenade's explosion. He didn't stand a chance so Frank had given him something to help him go faster and less painfully. There were other people with just a big scratch or a cut who were being tended to by some of his assistants. A few peple had bullets lodged in them, that was what he was taking care of. Wiping off his scalpel and tongs on a towel he told one of his assistants to put a bandage on the man he had just removed a bullet from.

Looking around himself he surmised that at least half the people had sustained no wounds more than could be taken care of by a band aid. People were now going around handing out clothes to so people would no longer be nude. One they were clothed people got up from where they had been sitting trying to conceal their bodies as much as possible. Only a few more people needed to be cared for now and they could be moved.

Sarah Freeman

Sarah shuffled through the tunnel looking for somewhere she could sink into and just disappear. She just wasn't up for this sort of stuff, she wasn't brave like-
Suddenly a set of clothes were thrust into her, she quickly grabbed them and stammered out a thankyou to the man who had given them to her, but he had already moved on to the next person. Sarah smiled sadly, then looked at the clothes she had been given, they looked like they had been just pulled from a shopping center by colour blind man, but she couldn't complain, they were clothes after all... She checked out their sizes, they were all much too big, they barely stayed on her as she slid into them. Sarah began moving along again, looking for a place to sit. In the end she plonked herself down next to pair of people who hadn't gotten clothes yet, she didn't pay much attention to them though, she just culex up into a ball there, and tried to fight off more tears.

Kaylen Grey

Kaylen dashed down towards the man she had knocked backward, hoping to relieve his weapon from him. As she reached him one of his allies from the ground floor rushed round the curve in the spiral stairs. Kaylen raised the gun and pulled the trigger. The weapon clicked, the trigger wouldn't move.
'That idiot didn't even turn off the safety!?' Kaylen thought, face contorting in an odd combination of rage and exasperation. Kaylen launched herself foreword, and smacked the butt of the pistol into the man's face. The man doubled over, clutching his nose. Kaylen flicked the safety off and fired one round into his had to finish him off. She crouched down next to the man with the assault rifle again and uncliped the gun from the strap around his neck. She flipped the safety on her colt, stuffed it down the back of her combats, then checked her new weapon. It was a bullpup version of a LAR assault rifle, it had some ammo left inthe clip, but she wasn't sure how much, and there was an extra clip on the unconscious man.

Kaylen slowly began descending the stairs, assault rifle raised infront of her, safety off. She stopped at the last curve of the staircase. If there guys had any sort of training they would seek cover, hold their fire, and try to draw her out for a clear shot. If they didn't then they'd start shooting. She peeked her head out, then yanked it back in. A hail of bullets smashed into the wall beside her.
"Well at least that clears that up..." She muttered to herself.

-Jeremiah Hawthorne

Jeremiah had the safety on his machine gun off. In this game everyone was the enemy. No friends, no comrades, no one not to kill. At the slightest movement he would raise his gun and fire. Hopefully since the last group had come he didn't have to worry about any Angels either. He didn't want to think about hitting one of them. Leaning against a corner he peered down the stairs. Still no one around. Maybe they're all too preocupied with what's going on out there still. He walked down the stairs and turned the corner. He saw the person there a half second before they saw him. Diving to the ground he raised his gun and fired at the person. He landed on his stomach as the bullets flew towards the other person. They tried to get out of the way but they were hit in the upper torso and they fell to the ground. Keeping his gun trained on the person Jeremiah slowly got to his feet. He walked towards them and saw them lying there, gasping in pain, blood coming from their mouth. Putting his gun to their head Jeremiah spoke.

"Game over." He then pulled the trigger once and the shot echoed through the hall. He quickly reloaded his gun and then began searching the body. A few pieces of food, some bandages, and a few clips for their gun were the only things of use he could find. Stuffing them in his bag he slung their gun over his shoulder and continued down towards the ground floor.

He reached the bottom of the building without further incident and aproached the door out of the back. He carefully opened it, trying to be quiet and slow at the same time. He didn't see anyone out there so he slowly walked out, keeping his gun up and continually scanning for enemies. He kept towards the edge of the building and finally made it to a nearby alley. He had just entered the alley when suddenly he heard a gun fire and the wall beside him pinged. He dove behind an empty dumpster and looked for the person who had shot. It was a single bullet, so more than likely a sniper. Probably in a window somewhere. He scanned the nearby buildings carefully, trying to keep as much of himself behind cover as possible. He finally managed to make out a dim shape in a far off window. He grabbed his sniper rifle from his back and turned off the safety. The person hadn't fired a second shot, so either they were stupid and thought he was dead, or they were smart and attempting to get him to make a mistake. They should have seen him by now either way. He raised his gun and rested it on the dumpster. Looking down the scope he saw a man with a pair of binoculars to his eyes, an open sights rifle in his hand. No scope. Probably the only reason I wasn't hit. Aiming for the man's head he fired and had the satisfaction of seeing the man fall to the ground, blood on the wall behind where he had stood. Looking around once more Jeremiah took off down the alley toward his temporary home.

-Hades


Hades stared through a pair of binoculars in a building four blocks away from the decimated site of the Holy Cross cathedral. He watched as the pawns shot at each other back and forth. Dying in pools of crimson liquid that mixed with the fresh blood of the other unfortunate souls that charged into the battle. The unseemly sight of death didn't bother him. It made him smile.

A voice muffled by static yelled called from the walkie talkie in his left hand. Hades picked it up to his ear and spoke. "What's the situation?"

"Everyone in the cathedral is dead although it seems that some of them were aided in escape. I think it was the Undead Rebellion sir."

Joseph, Hades knew immediately who was behind the escape. His history with Seph ran deep and far, but this wasn't the time to think of the past. Despite the fact that it was swimming through his mind constantly.

"Also a couple of other gangs have begun firing in the streets. I believe one of them to be the Latin heroes. Should we pursue the escaped or Take down the Latin heroes?"

Hades was brief and to the point. "Pull back. We're finished here."

"But sir--"

Hades cut him off. " Pull back." The walkie talkie went dead. He stared out through the binoculars scanning the gruesome scene. His forces were doing as he ordered. they were falling back. As they fell back he noticed a single person hidden behind a wall in what was left of the cathedral. He was almost certain she was apart of the last 100. He was impressed with her action. He flipped the walkie talkie back on and with his deep smooth voice he gave a new order. "All skullies that are still near the cathedral. Capture the lone female who is hiding inside the building. She is armed. Shoot her if you have to, but bring her back to base alive." he flicked the device off and turned to exit the building. A couple of his soldiers escorted him.

He thought the girl would be valuable. He could tell just from looking at her that she had a strong will to survive. He would need more people like her for the upcoming days. The smallest bit of order that was maintained between all the gangs was always thanks to the the arrival of a new group of participants, but now that the Last 100 had come and gone. The gangs would turn on each other or fall apart from within. He would be prepared..

After all he intended to be the last man standing at the end of the game.

-Joseph Halberd

Someone took the wounded woman from his arms and began to tend to her. Everyone was screaming from pain or crying uncontrollably. There were some who were taking the situation with stern faces while others couldn't do anything but tremble in corners. His heart sank at the number of people in the tunnel. From the 100 who were initially in the cathedral, it appeared that there was only about twenty five in the tunnel excluding his team members. Swallowing the pain he lifted his hand in the air. "Everyone, i know you're afraid, but I need you to listen to give me your attention! We have to act quickly!" He waited for the noise level to die down, which it only did slightly, then continued speaking. "Everyone who only have flesh wounds and are still able to walk , go with my team leader, D-trix. He and his group will take you to our base of operations and explain the situation to you." He nodded to D-trix who returned the nod and along with a few other rebel members began grouping together the lightly wounded. " I along with a few others will take the heavily wounded to the City's nearby Hospital. It's a neutral zone, so you don't have anything to worry about any attacks while you recuperate. Let's move!"

Everyone began shuffling into their order issued groups and started moving through the dim tunnel. Joseph quickly walked through the flood of naked bodies heading for the doctor. "Truth," he called to the doctor who was frantically tending to the wounded. "I know you usually head back to base, but I need you with me this time. I'll explain more to you on the way." Joseph departed and began to gather the heavily wounded with his team. He lifted a young boy on his back and followed everyone else through the tunnel. Once the departed from the ahead group in the city expressway tunnels where the subway trains no longer ran. It was actually thanks to the decrepit passageways that they were able to get beneath the cathedral.

Joseph dropped his speed, so that he could walk side by side with Dr. Truth. "As I was saying, we need to talk to Mara Yuri together. With the last one hundred gone everything is about to change. This whole game is going to get way more intense from now on. We need to come up with a plan...."

Alex Sledge
Doesn't really matter now..." Reyna said, "I'm from California,How about yourself?"
"Texas", Alex struggling to keep his eyes above her chest. From her physique she seemed have a bit more physical strength then the average woman, specifically in her
well toned arms, they weren't big, but she obviously used them regularly, maybe she was an athlete? Alex thought to himself.The pair heard a man shouting and then out of there significantly reduced numbers. the wounded were gathered up and left the large room they were all gathered into.He looked back to Reyna. Alex didn't exactly feel joy at the thought of joining with other people, even if one of them happened to be an attractive naked woman, but then again, he was a stranger in a strange land and it was obvious that at least one faction here didn't like newcomers, and he didn't exactly enjoy that thought either.
First thing is first, Alex needed to know what kind of person this Reyna is before he considered sticking with her.
"So, Reyna what did you do before..uh..all of this?", he asked her.

Reyna Axelson

"So, Reyna, what did you do before..uh..all of this?", Alex asked her.

"Well," she began. "I've been done with college for two years. Thank God. I'm not a fan of school work. Before this... I was just passing the time, working to save up money, and enjoying my free time as much as I could." It was weird to be talking so casual but, it calmed her. She needed this. Otherwise she might go nuts and then where would she'd be. Dead. That's where. In order to survive the near future, she needed to be in a fairly normal mind set. So she kept on. "I enjoy hunting, computer games, staying up or going out with friends... long walks on the beach. You know..." She smirked slightly. She felt like she was answering questions on a first date. She threw that last one in for the LOL's. But this was good. Not just for sanity sake, but if she wanted and ally, they needed to know who the other one was. So, she was glad he asked. It allowed her to show him she wasn't a threat, and gave her the opportunity to let him do the same, hopefully. "How about you? What sort of things did you do before you died?" Such an odd question, but it was what happened. They had all died and now had to struggle for their new lives, in hopes that they could return to their first one.

While they were talking, a young women sat on her other flank. But Reyna kept going. She'd kept to herself, and didn't give off any need for alarm, so Reyna temporarily ignored her. Once she'd finished and bounced the question back at Alex, one of the militant guys came by. He'd been handing out clothes, and since Reyna and Alex where near the back, close to where they'd come from, they were among the last to receive clothes.

While Alex began to answer, Reyna accepted the clothes with one hand. The man didn't waste a second and probably didn't even look directly at Reyna. He was going for speed and was immediately handing Alex his own garments. Reyna turned to her right and began to examine the garments, giving the girl a brief, friendly smile. Under their current situation, she didn't care if the girl saw her nude. Besides, she wouldn't have cared anyway, since they both had the same stuff. She held back the desire to ask 'you jelly?' She then proceeded to put them on, back to back with Alex as he spoke. She gave the occasional 'uh huh' and other appropriate responses while dressing herself, so that he knew she was still listening.

Once dressed, they resumed their seated position. She wasn't thrilled about her attire, but it was clothing. A white and red, button-down, plaid shirt with some jeans. Both garments were for men. "Oh well," she said to her self. "At least I'm clothed. And at least they're not that much over-sized." She looked up to Alex. "The clothes," she clarified. After a few seconds she smirked.

"So anyway, an Army Ranger, huh? That's pretty bad ass." She turned to the young woman on the right. She had to look down over her shoulder since she was on the floor. "And how about you? I'm Reyna. Here," she scooted closer to Alex. Probably making him blush again. She hoped so. There was now some room for the girl to sit. "So tell us about you, while we wait for... whatever happens next."

*Kaylen Grey*

Kaylen stood there, pressed agains the cold stone masonary, trying to formulate a plan to get out of her predicament. She could risk going down the trap door after everyone else, but she had no way to convince those militant guys down there that she wasn't hostile, and she wasn't exactly sure they followed the ever friendly rules of engagement properly. She could also try to break through the rest of the group in the cathedral and escape into the city, but she didn't know the area at all, so she'd be at a disadvantage if she ran into any more guys like these. Kaylen furrowed her brow in frustration, as neither of those choices seemed to be very reasonable. Kaylen snapped herself back to reality, she was still pinned down by enemy fire behind the doorframe leading to the spiral staircase of the deteriorating cathedral.

Kaylen gripped the assault rifle tighter, she knew what she'd do, she would make a break for the trap door. Her chances down there were probably significantly better than they were outside. Kaylen took a deep breath, dropped to a crouh, then shuffled back a little untill she caught a glimpse of one of the men peering out from behind cover. She fired off a short burst, the man's head kicked backwards, and blood spurted all over the wall behind him.
"Violence on holy ground... Guess this means I'm going to hell..." Kaylen shot out of cover, firing off two more bursts in the direction of the other men. Neither connected, but they all ducked behind their pieces of cover. Kalen was only a few steps out of the doorway before they began to return fire. Kaylen dived and rolled, to make herself a smaller target.
"...If I'm not already there..." She finished Then while in a crouch she fired off some more bursts, but to no avail, the men had tactical supremacy on this battlefield, she wasn't going to hit them behind the cover they had chosen. Kaylen launched herself forewords again, trying to reach the trap door.

Kaylen made it up to the alter before she felt a searing pain in her side. She collapsed to the ground, eyes bulging, gun clattering down at her side.
'I've been shot!? ... I better get a fuckin' purple heart for this shit!' Kaylen pulled herself up on one knee. One of the men ran over, aiming his gun at her, he screamed at her to stay down.
"Hell if imma... lis'n ta... y-" Was all Kylen managed to get out before the guy smashed the stock of his rifle down on her head, knocking her spinning into darkness. Her body collapsed to the ground unconscious.

After he was sure the girl wasn't getting back up the man uncliped a radio from his waist. He turned to see his comrades approaching the fallen woman.
"Stop. You touch her you die." He said bluntly, "The boss wants her alive."
One the members of the group opened his mouth to protest, but the man cut him off, "Let me reiterate, you touch her and I'll ruckin' flay you alive, then set the fucking dogs on you."
The protester closed his mouth and stepped down. The man with the walkie talkie switched it on, then spoke, "Yes, tell Hades we got the girl..."


*Sarah Freeman*

Sarah, turned to the woman who besides her, surprised she had addressed her.
"Ummm... I'm S-Sarah, Sarah Freeman that is... And well... There's not much about me, I am... Or was a second year psychology student at uni, but then I died... or I'm sure I did... But ummm..." Sarah's face turned bright red, she was fumbling around to much, she wanted to speak clearly, tell them who she was, but she was still a wreck after what she had experienced, "I guess I like cooking... And music, especially classic rock songs... Ummm... I..." Sarah trailed off, a mixture of her current condition and natural shyness rendering her unable to finish.

†☠†The Mender.†☮†

Mara wiped her brow with a dirty rag which as it moved across her sweaty blood splattered face did little but smear it further. She continued to make the incision along the bullet hole but as anesthetics were out of the question due to the very short supply of medical supplies period she simply had been forced to have the man knocked out and bound to the table… it was savage but less painful then it would be while awake. She peeled back the skin and thoroughly examined the deep hole the bullet had left. She grabbed a pair of contaminated tweezers and carefully slid them down avoiding the flesh as much as possible. Piece by piece she removed the slug that had been embedded into the man’s femur bone with dead on precision she finished with a sigh as the lights began to flicker and die. She waited in the darkness for several minutes before it came back on. Once the lights were restored she quickly sewed the wound up before continuing to the next patient who apparently had been stabbed twice in torso and shot three times in the right leg… this was going to be a -long- day… and most of their groups hadn’t even made their daily hospital run yet… that would be fun… having to clean up every bullet hole these people had acquired. Though no one else had her skill… her determination… nor her heart… and she wasn’t about to let these people die or live the remainder of their short lives crippled and in unending agony because some idiot tried to stitch them together wrong.

After stitching up another twenty or so lone wolves her eyes flicked through the monitors that covered every wall in her operation room… she eyed the tunnel and saw a large group of people coming in from the underground though that didn’t concern her yet. Another monitor revealed two rival group members stating a fist fight in her lobby. She walked out of the operation chamber sliding off her blood drenched gloves and tossing them into a dirty pile which would need to be hand washed later. She side stepped into the storage closet where your basic sanitizing chemicals were kept… and looked over the small armory guns and a smaller stock pile of ammo. She lifted a old m1 Grand and shifted through the pile of ammo until she found a few rounds that seemed to fit well enough.

Her foot steps could be heard as she walked into her lobby and leveled the rifle to one of their heads. “I suggest you both sit down… both of you apologize to the other… if I see either of you making my job harder then it is within my own hospital I will not hesitate to fix you the easy way… seeing I have several people that enjoy peace cleaning up for me… how ever I’d prefer not to dump extra work on them. So… are you going to be good or continue to be a bother for the rest of your life?”

-Joseph Halberd

As the tunnel ended Seph brought his group to a flight of stairs that led to a door closed off by a gate. Shifting the weight of the boy on his back, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a set of keys. He stuck the keys into the keyhole and unlocked the gate which swung open inward. He was the first to enter into the dark room whose only source of light was the light which flickered on through a tiny window on another door from the outside. He opened the door and they all filed out into a dimly lit hallway. Some passerby who worked in the hospital recognized Joseph and waved some help over who took the boy from Seph's back as well as the other injured people. He turned to a woman who was assisting them and asked her. "Where is the Mender?" The woman seemed unsure. She was opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by the sound of aggressive shouts coming from down the hallway. "That's alright. I think I know."

He hurried down the hall and turned the corner into an overcrowded waiting room fulled of angry and injured people. The ruckus was coming from a particular area where he spotted Mara Yuri aiming at a rifle at two men who seemed to be read to rip each other's throats out. In all the time Seph had known her she had never needed assistance when it came to intimidation, but he was urgent. They seemed to be having a hard time coming to a decision to settle things. Seph slowly walked over to her, aiming hiss 9mm at one of the men and cocked it loud enough for them to hear it. "You better listen to the lady and sit your ass down while you can or you won't have an ass to sit on. Period." Seph narrowed his eyes holding the man's gaze. The man sat down, so did his adversary.


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D-trix's group rendezvoused with Squad D-1 which started out as a group of twenty, but were now down to fourteen at a landing platform where in a normal city citizens would board the subway train. D-trix stepped up to D-1's squad leader, Hassan. His clothes and face were smeared in blood. He had a distant look on his face. "Where's D-2?"

Hassan's dark eyes fell onto D-trix and in a cold deep voice he responded. "Wiped."

The entire squad!? "All of them!?" D-trix asked incredulously.

"All of them." A woman with long red hair responded from Hassan's right side. Tears streaming down her alabaster cheeks. D-trix's eyes fell to floor as he went silent. Without another word he departed from Hassan who's group merged with his as the crowd of survivors continued to follow him through the dark tunnel. Soon they traveled through a couple of brief passages and waded through a stream of ankle high sewage water before finally coming to a thick steel door. D-trix knocked and then stated the password. The door slid open and he was greeted by a teenager named Lisa. The group entered into the wide underground bunker where a few children played in a corner. "Where's Michael?" he asked Lisa. "I thought he was in charge of guarding the door."

"He was," Lisa replied.

"Then where the hell is he!?"

"He abandoned us."

-Hades

Since the beginning of the "Game" to anyone who pondered the thought felt as though the end would never come. Or that they would never see it. Ten months ago the first group arrived. Hades could remember those days clearly. Back then his soul was an unwritten book with a strong body and quick reflexes. It wasn't hard for him to accept his death like the others because unlike them he had no recollection of it. His memories of the life he lived before waking up in the City of Eden were non existent. Though they returned eventually.

Hades received word that the girl was obtained. He was pleased. Now, there was someone else he caught eye of. Someone whom he wanted to speak with. Eden had several legends. There were a couple he intended to recruit for his army. He would capture one of them today.

Along with four of his soldiers Hades entered the derelict building through the rear entrance. His military boots tread across the floor lightly as to not make a sound. There was only silence save for the settling of worn walls and the creaking of the ceiling. His ears ready to pick up any interesting sound when one of his soldiers unexpectedly hit the ground with a loud thud. Instinctively, Hades rolled behind a crate as his subordinates wildly returned fire in all directions. Then there was silence.

Hades peeked from behind his cover to see his men all sprawled on the wooden floor. A crooked smile crept across his face. "Your skills never fail to impress," Hades called out from where he sat. "Jeremiah Hawthorn." He listened out for a response, but didn't receive one. "Believe it or not I haven't come to eliminate you this time. I've come to...recruit you. The ending of this game coming. Every gang in this city will hit each other with everything they have. The count of bodies are going to pile up higher and faster than they ever have, constantly increasing until we all wipe each other out. But I don't have any intention of dying."He paused again then continued. "I know you don't either. I have a plan to ensure that we both do." He slid a walkie talkie across the floor. "Use that device to contact me in case you're interested in hearing more." Hades stood up dusting himself. "You don't have to make a decision immediately, but remind yourself that time is ticking. Behüte Dich Gott(May God protect you)" he smirked. The dog tags around his neck clinked against each other as he departed unharmed.

†☠†The Mender.†☮†



Mara’s eyes shifted to Joseph a smile crossing her lips. “If it isn’t Mr. Halberd… let me guess you have bodies that need some patchwork? Or is this a social call… I don’t really have time for idle chatter. To many bodies to keep running and to much aggression to keep curbed.” She combed her fingers through her sweat soaked hair. “Things are going to get a lot worse aren’t they… my job will never end will it.” She sighed before looking over the waiting room. “Have your people find seats if their in critical condition they will take priority. If you truly need to talk we can do it while I work… I have no time for slaking off.” She said walking back towards the operation room and storing away the m1 grand in the storage closet. She took another pile of gloves from the pile that had been troughly rinsed in the old water that had become stale and undrinkable. She stepped back into the operation room and had one of her nurses call in the next patient.

-Joseph Halberd

Seph returned her smile with one of his own. "It's nice to see you too." She began to walk and talk. She was still as busy as ever. He followed. "Actually what I'm here to talk to you about is very important...." Seph's voiced silenced at the sight of a beautiful young girl with long pale hair drift into the clinic. She appeared untouched in more ways than one. Unlike everyone in the building, her body was clean. Clean of dirt, clean of blood, clean of any wound whatsoever and her posture was as stiff as a board. An Angel...

Seph leaned closer to Mara whispering into her ear, not allowing his eyes to drop away from the Angel who just entered the building. "I think it would be better if we spoke in private. It's about God."