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Erik Stone

Live within the shadow

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a character in “The Last of Us || To see another day”, as played by Legate

Description

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PayBack || NC




If you win, you live. If you lose, you die. If you don’t fight, you can’t win.





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Full Name
Erik || William || Stone

Nickname
Rico||Bill||Scout

Birthday
December the 14th

Age
Twenty Four || 24

Gender
Male ♂

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Home Town
Ottawa, Ontario|Canada

Position Status
Scout||Scavenger

Infected Status
Unbitten, Uninfected




Steal what you can. Fight only when you have to, and when you do, fight hard and fight dirty there is no such thing as cheating. Life is a Nightmare, Act like it.





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Describe Physical Appearance
At 5"9' he's not the tallest guy around, however this has never particularly been the kind of thing that bothered him as despite his stature he still weighs in at 180 pounds. Broad shoulders and a deep chest as well as the musculature of someone who lives outdoors and fights for a living give him his weight. His stocky frame is often used to his advantage, back when he used to play rugby a low center of gravity powerful legs and high mass meant he could run through tackles. Nowadays it means he can carry a heavy pack, kick through a door or put a powerful bullrush on an assailant. Mid length blonde hair and a beard of the same colour frame a tanned face. His eyes are extraordinarily blue and set on either side of a nose that at looks like it was broken on at least one occasion. Crows feet around his eyes show that he used to smile a lot, But it's been a while since he's had cause to do that.

Tattoos? Birthmarks? Scars?
Scar on the bridge of his nose (hockey with his brother)
Various scars on his hands from assorted chores outside, scrapes burns etc
A long shallow cut on one arm that's currently in the process of healing

Clothing Description
Quick-dry Cargo Pants with belt of woven paracord (unwoven it's 40 ft). His treeplanting boots have a steel toe and steel plate making them very hardy if a little heavy. What he wears on his torso varies depending on conditions etc, Anything between no shirt to 2 layers a fleece and a rain jacket. In addition to this he has his oil skin hat and the shemag (basically a huge bandana) his father brought back form Afghanistan



Bones mend, Cuts heal. Regret? That stays with you forever.





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Personality
Years ago and miles away he was a happy smiling person. However he's been out on his own for the better part of the year, his friends and family have died. Life for him has been a crucible and it has burned away the soft parts. He talks little and smiles less. He's been a loner for so long it's become second nature, he's used to looking out for himself and doesn't need anyone's help. Because he's been on his own he has a very hard time trusting or getting used to other people. He can come across as cold and emotionless or calculating and sometimes he is, but at the same time he has a driving tendency to help those people he considers his friends. He is fiercely, savagely protective of those he considers friends.

Likes
Being dry, Music, Books, Whiskey, Bagpipes, Fishing, Hunting, Rivers, Canoeing (white water and flat water), Whistling, Any season but spring, Being outdoors, Solitude, Winning, having a belly full of meat, dark colours.

Dislikes
Rain, People who ask too many questions, Loud Noises, Bullies, freeloaders, Hunters, Bandits, Onions, People who won't help themselves,

Equipment
a 120L hiking pack from home that contains: A sleeping bag + waterproof bivvy bag, a pot, 1 Large Tarp, 40ft of Paracord, some exta warm clothes, Snare wire, Fishing line and hooks, 500 rounds of 5.56, 500 rounds 9mm, 2 lighters, a 40 oz Bottle of Jamesons Irish Whiskey, Leatherman Multitool, 2 rolls ducktape, extra batteries, small solar charger, non perishable food. 2 1L Nalgene bottles

He also wears a vest with lots of pockets that contains Headlamp, compass, spare batteries, whistle. 3 30 round mags for C7, 4 20 round clips for the P226, 4 non lubricated condoms. Fire starter,

Weapons
Melee Weapon || Machete and Broadblade Hatchet+
Fire Arm || C7CT Designated Marksman Rifle with Scope folding bi-pod, and suppressor, as well as a 9mm P226 with a suppressor


Skills
Scout, Secondary Sniper/Group Spotter, Basic First aid, Excellent Swimmer, Average runner, Great hunter/trapper/fisher, can identify some basic edible plants, Tough, Above average hand to hand, Military training, Pointman, Survivalist




Duty is as heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather





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Brief Background

Growing up outdoors with his family he chalked well over 4000 km of canoe tripping distance, this included a 2 month self sustained canoe trip in the arctic. At his farm he and his cousins learned to shoot an old Winchester .22 that they had found. He taught himself how to trap and snare and identify some wild plants. While going to University he decided to join the Military Reserves, specifically the Prince of Wales Light Infantry based out of Kingston, Ontario. When things went sour, he raided the Armory on Montreal street which is where he found his firearms. After that he proceeded to his farm where the rest of his surviving family would gather. Despite their being isolated eventually they were invaded in force and could not withstand the onslaught. He fled south with several of his relatives and cousins, after just over 4 months later all of them were dead, he personally shot his last cousin who was bitten. After that he walked and survived going south by himself for over a year until he eventually made it to Washington DC. Ambushed just outside of DC by the military who was friends with the smugglers. The military figured that he'd be a good hardman to take car of the group so he hooked them up and he's been with them since.

So begins...

Erik Stone's Story

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Noel Character Portrait: Erik Stone

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He had been walking south when he ran into the patrol. Too used to not seeing people and only avoiding zombies he had been surprised by them. He had been stalking when all of a sudden he was ambushed. He had been walking along when all of a suddne he was being tackled and pushed to the ground. People were yelling "GET DOWN, Don't MOVE, HANDS ON YOUR HEAD".

He complied knowing no good would come of resisting even as he was kicked a couple times. "ALL RIGHT, ALL! RIGHT!" he yelled.

"Take it EASY." Hell he hadn't even had time to draw his pistol. The grabbed him and rushed him hands behind his back towards the tunnel in. One of the soldiers said "Alright lads, I'll take him from here" From there he was marched through a series of tunnels.

"Listen, I'm taking you to an underground group of smugglers ok?" He shook him hard "I care about these people, ok? Take care of them and DO NOT screw this up for me."

He was tossed through the tunnel entrance full pack and all. "ok, OK! Fine." He let out an oomph as he was winded by his rifle being thrown at him and landing on his stomach. He lay his head down backwards quickly before he pulled it back up again to behold this gorgeous young blonde, The most beautiful sight he had seen in a year. All he could do was stare even as she came over to see what was going on. He was still staring as he stitched up his arm with the help of another girl who was clearly giving her instructions. He could tell he was making her uncomfortable but he just didn't know what to do, or what to say. It had been so long since he had seen another human being much less talked to one. As he finished all he could do was give her a quick silent nod, he still didn't trust himself to speak.

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Noel Character Portrait: Carolyn Ellis Character Portrait: Erik Stone Character Portrait: Hoss Black Character Portrait: Erin Everett

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We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us.





It took Winter very little time to confirm the arms shipment and rush but to the Smuggler's base, aka home. The minute she reached the door she heard her pups rushing towards her, the three large canine's almost tackling Winter as she closed the door behind her.

"Wow boys." she soothed them, making them wag their tails rapidly as she pet them.

"Hey Jimmy I'm back!" Winter shouted through the hallways as she made her way to the garage. A small smile graced her feature's when she saw Adey.

"Hey Adey how was...." Winter began but was interrupted as Phillip, a military man who was friends with the smuggler's, came in with a new guy. Who looked ~and smelt~ like he really needed a shower. And really had to stop eye raping Adey, whom had scurried over to the man's side to help patch up his wounds. Winter pointed out the things she was forgetting to do and instructed Adey on the proper treatments. But all Winter really wanted to do was take Adey away from this new guy, he was starting to creep Winter out and he wasn't even looking at her. The three dogs growled menacingly at the man.

"She's a bit young for you buddy so stop fucking staring at her like that" Winter snapped once Adey was done with the patch up. Winter gently took Adey by the arm and helped her to her feet then pulled the younger girl slightly behind her.

"Who did you bring us Phillip?" Winter asked, folding her arms over her chest so she gave the man a once over. She unfolded her arms and placed her hands on her hips, fingers ready to grab for her pistol if the guy tried anything funny.

"Don't know his name but we found him on the out skirts just kinda walking around, I brought him here cause he put up one hell of a fight and I know your missing a scout since Xavier got bitten" Phillip answered. Winter nodded her head. It was true they needed a new scout, they have been needing one for a few weeks now ever since Xavier, rest his soul, got bitten trying to protect Winter. She felt responsible for his death cause if he knew she was immune he wouldn't of helped her. But only Jimmy knew she was immune.

"Whats your name? Tell me or else I'll just be calling you Blondie." Winter addressed the strange man. Even though Jimmy was leader Winter, being the unofficial second in command of the smuggler's, dealt with more of the talking and Jimmy more of the beating the living shit out of people for information. Gotta love him ♥

"Hey Adey since the deer won't be ready for a while go get Blondie here some water and food from the kitchen please" Winter said polity.

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Noel Character Portrait: Carolyn Ellis Character Portrait: Erik Stone Character Portrait: Hoss Black Character Portrait: Erin Everett

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I'm terrified of the day that I will welcome death with open arms.





Being elbow deep in deer blood wasn't something that Adey enjoyed, but they needed to eat and she had to pull her weight around the place she called home. She felt immensely better once she had gotten cleaned up after being dismissed from organ duty. Settling in she began sorting through her finds of the day. A few of the exhibits had had cards that listed the common uses and names of the plants, but they all had large words like Adey had never seen before. Despite her father reinforcing the habit, there is only so much you can read while on the run. Some of the unnamed flora had strange aromas and she really wanted to get Winnie's opinions on what they could be used for.

"Hey Adey how was...." Speak of the devil, Winnie's voice broke through the silence only to be cut off by a loud commotion at the mouth of the tunnel leading to their little hideout. Unintelligible shouting was followed by Phillip forcing a large man into the clearing. His pained yell forced her too her feet and into "medic mode" as Winnie called it. She abandoned her bag, only grabbing the med kit, and approached the causes of the ruckus.

"Doc!" Adey shouted as she jogged towards the collapsed man. She was sure that Winnie had also heard the noise these two were making, she was standing right next to her, but calling out her name made Adey feel more confident.

She knelt next to the stranger and took in his appearance spotting various injuries, new and old. He looked worse-for-wear and as though he fought the entire way here. Despite her growing drowsiness, she put on her most calming smile and began to reach for his arm. "I'm just going to stitch you up. I'll only do what I absolutely need to. Alright?" He didn't reply, but he also didn't try to pull away.

Taking that for the go ahead, she stitched up the long gash on his arm and tried to ignore his intense gaze. His blue eyes were a little unnerving and she avoided the urge to squirm. She decided to break the silence by calling to Winnie, "Doc, some of these wounds look like they might be infected. Not infected infected, just gross." Turning her concerned gaze to the man's face, she added, "You may need to wash them pretty soon."

Almost immediately after finishing the last stitch, she was whisked away by Winnie's gentle grasp. Once she was positioned safely behind the older woman, she blushed, appreciative of the protectiveness that was shown to her. Listening to the exchange between Phillip and Winnie got her thinking about Xavier. It wasn't quite the same without him, but she had grown used to losing those she cared about. It still wasn't any easier.

She was pulled out of her reminiscing by Winnie's request to get the newcomer food. With a small nod and an encouraging smile to Blondie, as she'd taken to calling him, she ran off in the direction from which she'd come.

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Erik Stone

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❂James Andrews❂Retired USMC❂Washington, D.C❂Healthy❂

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"Here's the deal: I'm not easy to get along with, and I'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch"




"Yeah, what do you need me to do?" he could tell by how she was talking Adey had hurried back, "Just make sure the dogs don't mess with the guts and help prep the meat," by now Jim's large hands were covered in blood, he sliced through a hindquarter with his knife and severed the tendons from the rest of the body. The legs would have plenty of meat to feed the group for several nights, and the rest of the body he hoped to use to make jerky.

The three dogs all perked up at the same time, and before he heard her voice he knew Winnie was back home, "Hey Jimmy I'm back!" she called, "I think we are good now Adey," he said nodding to her, "I'll clean up," he dropped the final bit of entrails into the bucket and nudged it away with his boot. "Hey Adey how was...."

Jim glanced behind him as Winnie trailed off, curious to see why she did so, one of the tunnel guards Phillip had entered the room with a man. Jim gave him a quick once over before going back to his work, Winnie was perfectly capable of talking to the two. "She's a bit young for you buddy so stop fucking staring at her like that" Jim glanced to the stranger again, the man was looking at Adey as if he had not seen a woman in years. Winter made sure that stopped as soon as possible and moved Adey away from the stranger, he focused back on his work, still not saying anything as the conversation between Phillip and Winter continued.

"Don't know his name but we found him on the out skirts just kinda walking around, I brought him here cause he put up one hell of a fight and I know your missing a scout since Xavier got bitten"

Damn. He had to bring that up. Xavier had been a member of the group and often times was more so a therapist than a actual fighter, the man knew how to talk to people, and cook a meal with little to nothing. He died protecting Winter, not that she necessarily needed protection from being infected. "Whats your name? Tell me or else I'll just be calling you Blondie."

Adey went off to get food and water, while the food would probably end up being a military ration, the water was from a rain jug they used to collect it when they later boiled it to kill off any bacteria and such, it was better than drinking something from the sewer or using a precious bottle of water that the group kept for emergencies. "Winter," Jim said sternly slamming his knife down into the table so it stood up straight, "How about we let Blondie get some water first," he said grabbing a towel to wipe some of the blood off his hands, his hands now somewhat clean he adjusted his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He turned and placed a hand on Winters shoulder, "Give the man a chance to get his voice," he gently squeezed her shoulder before moving to the man who still sat on the floor. "Name is Jim," he said offering his hand to "Blondie". "Why the hell were you wandering outside the safe zone?" he added.

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Erik Stone

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Still in a daze from having seen the girl Addie he at first didn't notice the battery of questions and talk directed his way. As soon as Winnie yelled at him though his eyes snapped up and, instinctively angry, but then as soon as he heard her words he had to look at the floor. He hadn't realized he'd been staring. He could understand their reaction now, you didn't know people any more, you didn't trust them. He held his hand out a little in front of him palm out to show he was harmless, well relatively. As soon as he did though he noticed they were shaking, How long had it been since he ate, he wondered, or drank, and when had he last slept more than 4 hours at stretch. He decided to stay sitting for now, it was the most non threatening position and he was in NO hurry to start a fight in his present condition

They wanted to know his name, though Blondie wasn't a bad nickname as things would go. He smiled a small mirthless sliver of a smile. "Erik, Erik Stone" he said with a slight Scandinavian drawl. His voice sounded strange to his ears, a dry cracked thing that seemed to come from someone twice his age, it had been so long since he'd used it. The older man, the one with a tough look about him interrupted her. In fact now that Erik had a half a second of peace his eyes flicked around trying to place everyone. Hierarchy was important, especially to a stranger, knowing it could keep you alive. The tall man, ex military if Erik was any judge was clearly in charge somehow, but the other girl showed sings of being up the pecking order, after that it was more of a loose collection.

Water, they were offering him water.

"Name is Jim," the big man said as he came over to give him a hand up which he had to rely on to an almost shameful extend. He didn't realize how weak he'd been. "Why the hell were you wandering outside the safe zone?". Erik just started at him for a second, how could he explain, so much had happened. He couldn't, he just mutely shook his head and looked down at his boots. "Nowhere to go" He said it so softly he didn't know if the man had heard at first, but when he looked up everyone was looking at him. Jim didn't say a word just mutely offered him a mason jar of water. He took it in trembling hands and drank it down greedily. It had been days since he'd drank and he did so with abandon, trying to get it all in his system as fast as he could even spilling some down his shirt.

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Erik Stone

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I'm terrified of the day that I will welcome death with open arms.





With Jim present, Adey was a lot more at ease around the new man. He didn't seem to be in any condition to fight judging by the severity of his wounds, but she didn't know him or what he was capable of. She handed the water and food off to Jim, letting him maintain his control of the situation and took her spot at the back of the crowd. The back up position.

Erik was a nice enough name, but Adey still wanted to call him Blondie. She thought it was funny and made him seem less intimidating. She tried to maintain a stoic face, to fit the mood of her comrades, but her instincts were telling her that there was no danger here. Managing to relax a little bit, she returned back to her bag and began to pack away the forgotten plants.

She'd been distracted from the silence that had fallen over the group, but her attention was once again called to Blondie-er, Erik, with his haunting words, "Nowhere to go." It was common enough for people to wander aimlessly, to have nowhere to go. At least Adey had Jim and Winnie. Despite their losses, her father, Xavier, they were still together.

When he began greedily sucking down the water, she approached him again. "Hey, Bl-Erik. Don't drink so fast. You'll make yourself sick." She pinched her fingers together as she added, "Small sips."

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Erik Stone

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"Nowhere to go"

Jim just nodded and handed Erik the mason jar of water,"Phil if your hungry grab a ration pack, or you can wait till we cook the deer," the tunnel guard nodded and left the room. Erik was quickly emptying the jar of water, "Hey, Bl-Erik. Don't drink so fast. You'll make yourself sick." Adey said from where she stood behind the small group, she slowly moved past Jim to get closer to Erik, "Small sips.". It had to have been a couple of days since Erik had eaten, they had seen starving people before, it was one of the reasons why they did what they did. To prevent those who were left from going hungry. "We got plenty more water, and if this" he held out the MRE ration pack to Erik.

"Doesn't fill you up then we can get more food, Winter killed a good size doe today," He went back to the deer on the table, Lugnut was once again attempting to get a nibble, Jim nudged him away and picked up his knife again, "Where are you from Erik?" he asked as he started cutting the meat into strips, they would fit better on the charcoal grille when it was time to cook them.

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Erik Stone Character Portrait: Erin Everett

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She needed food. They had it.
It was simple math, sneak in and steal some food, BAM, shes gone- or so she thought. "Maybe it'll be a little bit harder then I assumed.." She thought, staring at the camp grounds of some smugglers. They weren't exactly enforced with weapons of mass destruction, but they did have men.. 'Muscly men...' Plus did she mention she was only 14? Tugging at her hair out of frustration, she began to look at her options. She could play injured, and they could take her in, then without them knowing, steal food and run for it. "But who knows if they're going to kill me.." She added. Maybe she could just come up and ask for food. There were some nice people out there generous enough..

She suddenly snorts. "Ha, yeah right... Guess I could just turn aro-" As if on cue, her stomach growled. "Oh shut up" She snapped, before releasing a frustrated sigh. Who was she kidding, she was starving, and she was down to her last protein bar. To make it worse, she didn't see any more camps down for miles, so these smugglers were her last hope for a meal. "If.. they even had any." Erin could only go on assumptions they did, but then again, it was a tough time for everyone. "Ugh!" She whispers, before getting up from the bushes she was hiding in. "I might as well..!" With false determination, she pulled at her book bag straps, and began to make her way to the camp- slowly and ever stealthy. 'Like a ninja.'

It was a painful adventure, filled with ducking, tumbling, and all sorts of cliche movements. As a joke, she began to play the "mission impossible" tune in her mind. 'Now where would they keep their goodies?' Erin thought, looking around from behind a barrel she was hiding. 'If I were a smuggler, where would I put it?' Probably in a chest of some sort? Slowly, creeping out from behind the barrel, she tip toed past a base- inside were a few people. Hopefully their chit chat would cover any steps she was making. RUFF And at that moment, she cursed.
"Shit." They had dogs. The canines were inside the base, but by the sounds of it, they heard her... 'Gah retreat..' Trying to make it quick, she began to sneak off.

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Noel Character Portrait: Carolyn Ellis Character Portrait: Erik Stone Character Portrait: Hoss Black Character Portrait: Erin Everett

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We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us.





Winter heard someone knocking on the door and decided to leave Blondie up to Jim. The dogs followed her walking around her feet and almost making her fall over as the leaned against her legs while she walked. A huge smile graced Winter's feature's when she opened the door and saw who it was.

"Alex long time no see." Winter said cheerfully and wrapped her arms around his torso, giving him a quick hug. Hey its rare thing when Winter hugs you so cherish it. The dogs barked excitedly, being quite fond of Alex. But then Winter noticed Shadow was looking off into the darkness near the barrels located just beside the outside door to the garage. She started barking and Winter saw a small dark figure rush out from behind the barrels. Winter slipped past Alex and immediately rushed after the figure and being the fast runner Winter is she caught the person quickly, grabbing the figures arm and yanking them back. Now winter was very physical strong so it surprised her when she easily whisked the figure off its feet and made it fall to the ground. Winter reached into her belt and pulled out her pistol, turning on the light that was connected to it. When she saw it was a child she put the gun down right away and took the small flashlight she had out of her back pocket and shone it on the girl. Now usually if anyone else Winter would never put down her gun and she would demand what they wanted, but Winter has always had a soft spot for children. Winter knelt down so they were eye level.

"Sorry about that I didn't mean to hard you if I did but you shouldn't be wondering around at this time of night" Winter lightly scolded the girl giving her a stern look behind she reached out and gently took the arm she had grabbed onto. Going into Doc mode Winter scanned the girl for injuries, only seeing a few cuts and bruised but thankfully Winter hadn't grabbed the small girl hard enough to cause any damage. Winter could feel this ever growing protectiveness she felt whenever she was with a child, start to grow and before the small girl could do anything Winter scooped her up in her arms and carried her back to the hide out.

"Look what I found, I'm going to go feed and treat her, I'll be upstairs if you need me." Winter told Alex as she walked up to him. She once again passed him and the dogs crowded around again, following Winter upstairs. Gently Winter placed the girl on the worn out brown couch and walked over to a small fridge, getting out a bottle of water and a few packaged cookie's. these would have to do until the deer was cooked. Winter walked over to the sink and placed the items on the counter. She grabbed a cloth and wet it down with water then grabbed the food and walked back over to the girl.

"Here sweet heart this should do for now, we have a deer down stairs you can have some of that once its cooked" Winter said kindly as she handed the small girl the cookies and water. Then Winter sat down and proceeded to wipe off the dirt from the girl's face. The small girl was so dirty Winter couldn't even tell what her hair color was.

"I'll have to go run you a bath, its gonna be cold sadly but I'll make sure to get you some warm clothes" Winter said. Whenever she was with a kid she always went into, what the other's called it, Mama Bear Mode. Winter didn't know why she felt this but she thinks its because she doesn't want other children you experience what she had when she was young. She wanted to do for them what Jim did for her. Without a word Winter got off the couch and walked to the bathroom. A huge blue barrel of water was attached to the shower head but Winter knew the girl would need a bath, so she took a bucket and started scooping water into the tub. Winter got out some strawberry bubble bath Jim found her when she was 13 and poured some into the tub and then continued filling it until half the bath tub was filled with sweet smelling soapy water. She walked back to the girl.

"Your bath is ready....of whats your name?" Winter asked. Just then Kennedy, another smuggler, walked up the stairs.

"Hey Winnie who's that?" Kennedy asked pointing at the small girl.

"I don't know I found her outside, oh hey Kennedy can you go into the storage room and look for some warm clothes for her?" Winter asked and Kennedy nodded her head before disappearing down the hallway, but Winter had heard her mumbled 'Mama Bear' comment.

"Alright lets get you in the bath" Winter said to the small girl, giving her a warm smile.

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Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Jim Andrews Character Portrait: Erik Stone

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I'm terrified of the day that I will welcome death with open arms.





Adey wasn't sure what to do. It was clear that there wouldn't be a shootout in the middle of their camp, but she wanted to observe Blondie for a short while. If she was going to be a medic worth anything, she needed to be thorough. He could have existing problems or a concussion from his violent entrance. Hell, he could even tear his stitches. Winter had taken off, so the likelihood of any of those things happening was small at best. But, Winnie was already the medic. She'd already proved herself and now it was Adey's turn to prove to Winnie that she knew what she was doing, even if that meant losing a little sleep now and again.

From the way he quickly looked away, she worried that she made him uncomfortable. To remedy the situation, she took a seat a little behind him. "Is there anything else you need?" Adey called out to Erik. She heard a new commotion coming from near the garage, but then again, she though she spotted Alex. Winnie liked to play rough sometimes, their relationship wasn't something Adey understood completely, so she just brushed off the though and focused on her hands. They were disgusting, Blondie's blood streaked across her skin.

Too tired to wash them, she settled for rubbing them fiercely on her pants. Before she'd realized, her head was back against the wall and she had settled in for a short nap before dinner. It'd been a long time since Adey had had so much action in one day, but if there was any more and they needed help, she would be sure to hear it.

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Character Portrait: Winter Duke Character Portrait: Adelaide Ellis Character Portrait: Alex Noel Character Portrait: Erik Stone Character Portrait: Erin Everett

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❂James Andrews❂Retired USMC❂Washington, D.C❂Healthy❂

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"Here's the deal: I'm not easy to get along with, and I'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch"




Jim kept working and listened to Erik, the former Marine had never been to Canada before, though he had friends who had visited the northern country, lots of snow they said. The conversation died down some as Winter left to go see who was knocking at the front door, while it was rare to have people out after curfew, it was not uncommon for someone to come asking for medicine or other supplies in emergencies, hell they have even had the military come and ask for help, though that was once and never happened again after Jim had a rather explicit conversation with one of the ranking officers. The only reason why he wasn't punished was because he happened to be old friends with the fucker.

"Alex long time no see."

Winters voiced drifted through the quiet house, Jim knew who had stopped by, the former solider was a long time..friend of Winters. Jim knew why the young man had stopped by, it was dark and he needed a place to stay, it had happened before and they had a "open door policy" of sorts to those they trusted, which the list of trusted individuals was rather short and sometimes changing daily. Depending of what was happening.

The three dogs started barking again, this time at something outside, Jim set his knife down and quickly looked out the small window in the garage door, he saw the three canines running towards something and Winter following. They stopped a few feet later and Winter seemed to be talking to someone, Jim frowned as he realized that she was now carrying that someone back to the house. A few moments later she entered and started for the upstairs, "Winter we don't run a god damn boarding house!" he yelled, giving friends shelter was one thing, strangers was another, he already had one stranger to keep a eye on, another was more of a headache. He went back to the bloody table and looked over at Adey and Erik, both were sleeping, Adey against the wall and Erik curled around his rifle.

Jim gathered up several slices of meat in his hands and left the garage, heading through the house we went to the kitchen and set the meat on a clean plate as he went to turn on the stove. After sprinkling a little salt on the strips of meat he tossed them into a waiting skillet, the smell of food cooking soon filled the kitchen. Usually he didn't cook, he was not a big fan of the task and most of the time his stuff turned out bad, but he could cook something as simple at deer. You just toss it in a skillet and let the stove do the rest, the only thing is to make sure you did not burn it.

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I'm terrified of the day that I will welcome death with open arms.





The wafting scent of meat and the quiet arguments roused Adey from her short nap. She hadn't really planned on sleeping, but it was good to catch what little sleep was possible in this day and age. She sat up and winced at the crick in her neck that had formed from her awkward sleeping position. She stood with a grunt and a popping of bones that probably shouldn't have started for at least another decade. The flutter of fabric caught her eye as she realized that she still had Blondie's bandanna. She quickly grabbed it up and tried to shake out the dirt, but it really made no difference with the blood that had dried onto it. She sighed and sneaked over to Erik's slumbering form, silently tucking it into his fist. She promised herself that if he ended up staying, she'd wash his bandanna for him.

Unlike Jim, Adey loved to cook. Her experimentation with the herbs and plants that she finds are not always 100% delicious, but she'd yet to make someone sick, so it still counts as a success. She slowly made her way to the stove, gently massaging her neck to offer her services to Jim and caught a glimpse of Winter carrying a young girl and Alex walking through the small house. Giving a slight pause, she glanced at Jim as he shouted, "Winter, we don't a goddamn boarding house!"

Hoping to ease his stress a little, she carefully grabbed his forearm, "I can take care of this if you want to go deal with... whatever that is." After a short silence she added, under her breath, "Hot damn." People were just coming out of the woodwork. When Adey had fallen asleep, there had been one extra member, now Alex was passed out in a corner and Jim was yelling about a stranger in the bathroom.

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We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us.




"Its nice to meet you Erin now if you will just follow me...." Winter stopped when she heard Jim shouting from down stairs then Alex shouting about his rules. Oh yes rule #2 don't be a saint blah blah blah.

"Jimmy go suck an egg and Alex shove your rules up your ass alongside that 7 foot pole!" Winter shouted back, her ever present trucker mouth making itself known. Hey blame Jim for her potty mouth, he may not act it now but he swore worse then her once upon a time. Winter turned back to Erin just as Kennedy came back and handed Winter the spare clothes then went back down stairs.

"Alright as I was saying I'll show you to the bat...." Winter started again but another thing interrupted her. And that thing was in a form of the loud sound of the front door being kicked open. Shit! Without saying anything Winter grabbed Erin by her arm and pulled her with her down the hallway. They bypassed the bathroom and went straight into the small room that was Winter's. She slammed the door and locked it then went to the open window and jumped out, landing on the fire escape.

"Come on" Winter whisper shouted at Erin as she pulled the girl out through the window. Winter pulled her up the stairs and up to the roof then dunked behind an air vent and took her hunting knife from her belt. The weapon felt natural in Winter's hand as she waited for whatever happened next.







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|| Point of View: Second in Command of Firefly base stationed in Washington, Kellan Mason ||

One of there scouts had spotted the girl. The Cure. That little brat had been causing problems for them since day one. Why was she so hard to find? Damn it! But atleast Captain Hoss Black would be happy his search is over.

What pissed Kellan off was the fact that they spotted the girl entering Smuggler territory. How that group of bastards always seemed to get the upper hand on them without even trying always served to steam Kellan up. He isn't a patient man so the moment they found the girl they made their move. Getting a group of fifteen fireflies, all heavily armed, Kellan kicked down the door to the Smuggler's main base and his fellow fireflies stormed in.

"Round up everyone, you all have the list of people to keep alive then rest not on the list just shoot them" Kellan ordered. Before anyone could do anything the fireflies had rounded up Jim, Adey and Erik. They had shot the rest of the smuggler's and had the three alive one's on their knees, hands tied behind their backs and guns pointed at their heads. Kellan frowned.

"Sir, Winter Duke can't be found in the building and the Cure isn't here neither, she must be with Duke" a firefly reported to Kellan.

"Smart little bitch got out once she heard once, get these assholes in the trucks we will take them to Mr.Black" Kellan ordered. He had been studying these Smuggler's for a long time and he knew Winter Duke would do anything to get her comrades back. So with that thought he and the rest of the fireflies took the four smuggler's and took them out of the safe zone and to Hoss Black. The sun was rising by the time they reached the area he and his scout were staying in.

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He had thought he was safe. These people had taken him in and fed him and given him a place to sleep and only a short while later people had come after him again. They had burst through the door Erik had been sleeping near. He'd woken almost instantly and in a daze had managed to squeeze off about five shots before he was rushed and kicked into submission. He wasn't sure if he'd gotten any but he hoped he had. After thinking it was ok to feel safe and then almost instantly being plunged right back into the cruelty of the world he was sinking deeper into himself, right back into a creature that was almost feral in nature. When they started tying his hands behind his back he started to buck and struggle again until one of the guards kicked him in the kidneys.

He had been captured once, it'd hadn't be exactly a barrel of laughs then, he was pretty sure it wouldn't have gotten any better. He had been tortured last time, you could see it , cuts and burns all down his chest and back. As soon as hey separated them and put them in vans he started hyperventilating, He and Jim got put in one van and Addie and another man got put in another. He started getting tunnel vision. All he could feel was this beast writhing somewhere deep in his stomach. It was there just seething and angry, spitting mouthfuls of hate through it's teeth like blood. All he could hear was it's voice 'Kill them, Kill Them, KILL THEM!'

He didn't know what was going to happen to them. What he did know was that if anyone hurt Addie he was going to kill someone and only god knew what happened next.

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I'm terrified of the day that I will welcome death with open arms.





As soon as the sound of the door getting kicked in reached her ears, Adey abandoned her cooking and pulled a gun from her belt. She wasn't sure what was happening and her first instinct was infected, but something about the rounds of gunshots told her otherwise. On a whim, she pushed her pocket knife down her jeans, hoping that it wouldn't be visible to whatever invading force this was. Trying to keep both entrances in her field of vision, she called Alex's name. She tried to stay quiet so she wouldn't alert the intruders to their position, but she added force that she hoped would wake him up. Checking if Alex had heard her tore her eyes away from the doors for only a second, but it was enough.

A large man burst into the room and used his momentum to push her against the wall. In surprise at the air rushing from her lungs, she dropped her gun. Instinctively, she reached for the other, but was quickly stopped as the man twisted her arm behind her back and took the second gun from her belt. He kicked the pistol that she had dropped to the far side of the room. She attempted to twist out of his grasp, but only succeeded in setting her shoulder alight with pain.

The man's grip of steel felt as though it was crushing her wrist as he pulled her away from the wall. "ALEX!" she shouted this time as her panic was setting in. The short word was the only things she managed before she was forced to the ground. Feeling the weight of the man as he trapped her legs beneath him, she continued to struggle as he tied her hands, though, it was a lot less hopeful than it had been before.

As though realizing for the first time how much stronger than she this man was, she gasped as she was lifted and carried out into the darkness. Shots rang through the camp as the other people she had called friends were gunned down. Being thrown into the back of a truck reminded Adey of the pain in her shoulder. A few tears escaped her eyes, but they were indiscernible from the sweat that covered her skin.

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❂James Andrews❂Retired USMC❂Washington, D.C❂Healthy❂

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"Here's the deal: I'm not easy to get along with, and I'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch"




"Jimmy go suck an egg and Alex shove your rules up your ass alongside that 7 foot pole!"

Jim stepped had stepped away from the stove to let Adey cook when Winters lovely remark echoed down the stairs, "I swear," he muttered clenching his fist, "Don't use so much damn seasoning this time," he snapped at Adey, he started to leave the kitchen and stopped, un-clenching his fist he took a deep breath and turned back to the young girl, "My stomach isn't the same.." he added in a nicer tone. It never worked well to take frustration out on those who did not deserve it. "I am go-" he stopped talking as a loud thud sounded through out the house. The front door burst open, Jim's military instinct knew and threat when he saw one and then men entering the house was exactly that. "WINTER!" he yelled pulling his knife from his belt, he went after the thug closet to him, grabbing him in a headlock he quickly cut his throat. He heard gunshots from the kitchen, meaning people were coming in from the back. Jim went back to the room, still listening for gunfire from upstairs. One man had Adey pinned to the wall, as he moved to pull the guy off him another tried to take down the large man by jumping on his back.

Jim quickly flipped him over himself and used his knee to break the mans arm before knocking him out with a strong punch to the face. This move left his side open for another person to hit him hard in the side with a baseball bat. The it knocked the wind out of him and he rolled to the side to avoid another hit. Bat boy was bringing the bat down, this time aiming for his head, Jim quickly reached up and caught the bat, the young man underestimated his opponents strength and a few seconds later lay on the floor with a nasty concussion. He spun to take on the attacker behind him, but was met by the recieving end of a shotgun barrel pointed at his face, realizing he needed to give up Jim slowly dropped the bat and raised his hands. "Aim is a little shaky, boy," he said to the Firefly. The man did not seemed amused and decided to ram the but of his rifle into Jim's face. That of course felt lovely.

"Round up everyone, you all have the list of people to keep alive then rest not on the list just shoot them"

Jim heard someone say this as he was being lead outside, his hands bound tightly behind his back, "Wait, no!"he yelled, but he heard several shots, then a scream from what sounded like Kennedy, then a final shot. Jim gritted his teeth, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Those people had been innocent, hell if this was some military exercise then they all were innocent. "Sir, Winter Duke can't be found in the building and the Cure isn't here neither, she must be with Duke" Jim's eyes narrowed, now realizing who these men worked for. "Smart little bitch got out once she heard once, get these assholes in the trucks we will take them to Mr.Black"

He knew Winter was still in the area, and it sounded like the Fireflies had planned on ambushing them and taking them by surprise, but two people got away. As they loaded them into separate trucks he glanced around trying to see any sign of where Winter would be but the girl was smart. She knew how to hide, he just hoped she stayed hidden. He was forced into the truck, sitting across from Erik and the guard assigned to them. Majority of the trip he glared at the guard, but then he noticed Erik's breathing had increased, Jim had seen the same thing happen to scared Grunts on their first tour of duty. "I need you to breath," Jim said looking at Erik, "You will be no use to me freaking out like a fucking bitch,"

His words seemed to get through to the young man, "We will get out of this, and when we do," he looked back to the guard, "I swear I will skin each and everyone of you sons of bitches," with that he went back to being quiet and thinking.

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"Jimmy go suck an egg and Alex shove your rules up your ass alongside that 7 foot pole!"

Alex didn't bother with another witty remark. It was nice to just sit down for the moment. He closed his eyes though sleep had not taken him, and he could hear what everyone else was doing. The hustling and bustling to get dinner done and just go to sleep for the night, Kennedy moving to the garage, and Erik sleeping. All had passed rather peacefully now. For the moment, there was nothing to worry about, it seemed. Until the door was shot open.

Armed men piled through the door in front and back. His head shooting straight up, and his eyes wide, Alex could do nothing but stay there as a man approached with a gun aimed straight at his heart.

"Oh shit dude, hold the fuck up!" Alex yelled in a panic, holding his hands up much like a criminal being arrested. He was promptly yanked from his feet as Jim struggled to fight back in the kitchen. Being warded out onto the sidewalk, he was shoved into the wall of the building and onto his knees. He kept his hands clasped behind his head as he was held hostage at gunpoint; he could only imagine what sort of a stir this would cause with the military. Maybe this was the military. Some moments of suspense passed as he awaited their next move. He could here Winter's name being used by one of them. Alex picked his head up to look around, and he was shoved back down under the attacker's foot.

The invaders began putting some of the smugglers on the truck. How they even got the truck in the quarantine zone, if they weren't military, was but a mystery. It seemed they didn't recognize Alex, and wasn't sure what to do with him.

"Round up everyone, you all have the list of people to keep alive then rest not on the list just shoot them."

At that instant, he concluded this was not the military. The barrel of a handgun was put to the back of his head; now was the time to act, or never. Swiftly, he ducked his head just under the barrel of the gun as his executioner fired a shot, taking hairs off his scalp. Reaching back just slightly, his right hand met the one of the man behind. Pulling the joined hands forward and twisting his attacker's wrist, Alex forced him to let go and took the handgun as a weapon now. The disarming lasted all of four seconds, the yelp of the Firefly the only indicator that something had gone wrong.

Standing, Alex turned about face to fire a round into his executioner's head, then subsequently fired at a Firefly guarding the entrance to the back of the truck. Two more at the door of the building turned and picked up their assault rifles. Not having time for a prolonged engagement, Alex darted into the alley in the side of the building, hoping to run into Winter. There was no telling what these people were doing, or how they came to know the names and faces of the people in the building. All of it seemed... unsettling.

"Winter, where are you!?"

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Jims words cut through the red haze filling his mind. slowing his breathing and calming him down. He stopped panicking, took a couple deep breaths and the beast peaked out from behind his eyes. It looked around, it took what it saw, it processed, information became ammunition. They were sitting down facing each other in the back of the truck. Two guards were in there also with them and two in the front seat. They had pistols and two had long arms. Their hands were tied in front of them. The Beast saw this and remembered, a time would come when it would be useful.

The grin he directed at Jim was feral, his teeth bloodstained from a split lip. "Have you been captured before?" Jim nodded once, just a quick jerk of the head. Erik nodded back, you didn't ask a man what went on, it was enough that you knew."Better hold fast"

The trucks stopped. Erik had no idea where they were, but they were here. The guards got out of the car pushing Jim and Erik in front of them. As they got out Erick pretended to stumble and when the guard leaned down to pull him back up Erik whipped his head back into the guards face breaking his nose and then rushed the guard in front of him. The guard was right in the middle of spinning around to see what happened. He was off balance, startled by the sudden yell from behind. Erik took advantage of this bull rushing him and aiming a stomping kick straight to the guard knee which promptly collapsed. There was no finesse to this technique, just sheer brutality and efficiency. As the man went down he kicked him in the face as he went by. About that time the guards by Jim had caught up and he felt a blow across the back. He went down hard, got kicked a couple times for his trouble and beaten fairly cruelly. That was how he came to find himself bloody, bruised and semi conscious tossed back between Addie and Jim

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I'm terrified of the day that I will welcome death with open arms.





Riding alone in the back of a truck with a heavily armed stranger was certainly a terrifying experience. He kept his eyes locked on Adey, watching for any attempt to escape. Adey mean while, had her eyes on her feet, terrified out of her wits. Infected, she could handle, a man twice her size with a fully loaded weapon, she could not. She'd already staged an escape once tonight and the throbbing pain in her shoulder was an unfortunate casualty. Attempting to gauge the severeness of the injury, she tried to raise her arm, but quickly abandoned the mission with a hiss of pain.

A slight cough brought her attention back to the man with the gun. For a small second, she thought she saw sympathy in his eyes. A surge of confidence boosted the young woman. "Where are you taking me?" As though it had been an illusion, the look was gone and he returned to his stoic posture. "You don't have to..." She hesitated. Adey had yet to figure out what was going on, let alone who these people were that murdered her family and desecrated her home. With a lilt to her voice, she continued, "You don't have to do this. You can let me go. Let us go." She hoped that other Smugglers had survived. Despite her pleas, he made no move to free her, though he seemed to have lost the ability to look at her. Adey leaned forward, wincing as she felt the pinch of the pocket knife she had taken residence at the top of her thigh. She played the pain off as though her shoulder was bothering her, which wasn't difficult.

She didn't have long to formulate a plan that involved her pocket knife, for almost immediately after she rediscovered the tool, they had arrived at their destination and she was being dragged from the car. To her relief and then subsequent horror, she was soon able to spot Erik and Jim ahead, with their own platoon of guards. To her surprise, Erik made a break for it. He was an animal, seeming to fight on instinct alone. It didn't take long for him to be overtaken, but those short minutes were enough for Adey to develop a slight fear of Erik. She'd under estimated him while he was exhausted, but it was clear he knew how to fight and could do some damage.

Once Blondie had been returned to his place with Jim and Adey, her medic instincts kicked in and she looked him over. Her shoulder and blackened wrist were no match for the shape Erik was in. She tried to muster an encouraging smile, but it turned out as more of a grimace. "That was a good try. Can you feel if anything is broken?" She leaned her head forward a little and found Jim's eyes, "Jim?" There wasn't anything she could do at the moment, but she couldn't help but ask.

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We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us.




Winter watch the scene unfold from beneath her perch on the roof. She watched as those bastard fireflies took and shot the smuggler’s. They were killing her family! How dare they! As she watched the tail end of the truck disappear from her line of sight only one primal thought ran through her mind.

‘They will all die’


She knew there were still firefly men in the building, most likely searching for any survivor’s. She needed to get off this roof, she was useless from up here.

“Come on” she growled coldly at Erin, her temper starting to get the best of her as an aura of bloodlust seemed to emit from every pore in her body. At the moment she was a force not to be reckoned with.
She kept her hunting knife in her right hand and took ahold of Erin’s arm in her other, practically dragging the girl to the fire escape. She then lifted the small girl over her shoulder and ignored any protest as she swiftly climbed down in the alley. Even though Winter wasn’t physical strong she was fast and agile and at the moment was being driven by a primitive need to kill and that fluid her body enough so that she didn’t even really feel Erin on her shoulder. Once her feet were firmly planted on the crack concrete she put Erin down. Winter heard her name being called and turned around to see Alex. She felt her cold steely glare soften slightly as she saw he was okay. Atleast some survived. She took Erin’s arm again, this time not so hard, and dragged her over to Alex.

“Alex this is Erin watch her I’ll be right back” Winter said sternly as she let go of Erin and walked out of the alley, leaving the two behind. She could feel her rage start to overtake again as she entered the house. She walked straight towards a firefly, his back turn to her, lifted her hunting knife and slashed his neck making him fall to her feet as blood gushed from the wound. Not stopping there Winter made quick work of the other Fireflies in the building, dodging melee attacks and rounds of bullets. Of course she got grazed a few times, its hard not to when bullets are constantly being shot at you but it still took her no time at all to finish off the Fireflies that stayed behind and grabbed everyone’s backpacks. She then went up to her room and grabbed her backpack and weapons. She sadly couldn’t grab everyone’s weapons cause it would be far to heavy but she made sure to stuff a few extra pistols and ammo in her pack. She knew there were weapons in the other’s backpack but its just a precaution. Once Winter grabbed everything she went back out to where she left Erin and Alex. She tossed Alex his pack and gun and give Erin her backpack. Winter then kneeled down so she and Erin were eye to eye and held out a pistol.

“This is a 9mm pistol with a silencer, its got no safety and the magazine is full and all you basically do is point and shoot but Erin listen I am giving this to you for emergencies only so unless you really need it keep it hidden” Winter said sternly then handed the gun to Erin and stood up straight.

“We’ll take the horses and track the bastards to their location, lets go” Winter ordered and started towards the underground tunnels that would lead them outside. Winter whistled and moments later Shadow, Lugnut and Bear joined them, their fur on edge as they took a protective stance beside Winter.

“Erin you will take my horse Dusty, Alex you take Smitty and I’ll take Ash and tie Raine and Red to me so they follow since we can’t take any vehicle’s the horses are the best form of transportation”
Winter said as they walked through the tunnels. It didn’t take them long to get to the abandoned stable just outside of the city. She then loaded the other’s packs on Red and tied the two horses to Ash’s saddle. She helped Erin get on Dusty and put a saddle on Smitty for Alex before climbing up on Ash.

“Alright lets get going, boys find Jim” Winter said to the dogs and they instantly got to work sniffing out the trail to the Fireflies location.

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"I'm having trouble finding a couple of my ribs" he said to Addie who had inquired after his health. They weren't actually broken but if he couldn't keep morale up here then they were all going to be in trouble. He had to keep the tone light and make her forget what was going on. Jim he knew was a soldier, but he worried about Addie. He didn't know if she'd been captured before but he knew that there were things that could happen to her that would break him. He didn't mind, he had no loyalty to anyone in the group but her.

At that point there seemed to be some small commotion and discussion amongst the Fireflies. He didn't know what it was, all he knew was that he had very little gas left in the tank. If he had to sell his life, he would sell it dearly buying time for these people to escape. "Duty is as heavy as a mountain, Death, as light as a feather" he muttered. Addie gave him a funny look.

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I'm terrified of the day that I will welcome death with open arms.





Addie smiled at the exhausted man in front of her. Her nerves were frayed and it was beginning to take a toll on her mood. Despite how well she had been keeping her composure, it was rapidly becoming clear that this was the first time she'd been in a situation like this. However, she knew what people were capable of. With a heavy heart and a little fear in her eyes, she went about trying to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. It was a lost cause, she knew, but made her feel better regardless.

"Maybe, you should refrain from doing anything like that again." She lightened the mood with a laugh at the end, but it was clear she was serious. She knew enough about medicine to know he was in a bad way. "They don't look like they're in a very good mood and you might not survive it." The guards seemed tense and irritable, not how you want your captors to feel.

She leaned her head back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. The fear was bubbling up just under the surface of her psyche. What would become of her?