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Trent Corrigan

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a character in “Contained”, as played by throne

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Name: Trent Corrigan

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Weapons: Browning Auto 5 Shotgun, 20 rounds; Glock G17, 51 rounds (3 clips); Machete

Personality

Looking at Trent, most people wouldn't figure him for the sort to survive. He just looks... like an ordinary teenager. A little redneck, maybe, the sort of kid who grew up at the very edge of town. He doesn't talk much, unless it's important, but seems to know his shit as far as survival and firearms go. He has no qualms about putting down anything that threatens the group, and won't hesitate to give out orders if no one else steps up. When questioned on his capability, he'll generally mumble something about having watched a lot of horror movies, then go clean his guns. There's no such thing as relaxed anymore, but in times when the pressure isn't on full-blast, he's actually kind of shy and unsure of himself.

There's a vein of anger that runs deep in Trent, though. It comes out in the midst of conflict, whether that be a firefight with the infected or an argument with the group. He spent his whole life being bullied, teased, and told he was worthless, but during this virus outbreak, he's done with all of that. He knows how to stay alive, how to fight, and he knows that being stupid or sentimental has nothing to do with it. He has no illusions about their current situation, and he doesn't allow others to either, hammering away with blunt truth in the face of the idealism that others seem to cling to.

He's more cunning than he is intelligent. He can come off kind of dumb, but he hates the perception that he is. Maybe he isn't book smart, but he knows plenty about the way the world works (even if his views on human nature are decidedly dark).

History

Trent's dad was... kind of crazy. A survivalist. He stocked up on guns, ammo, dry goods, the whole shebang, complete with a reinforced basement bunker. He wound up infected in the very first run, though, and in the chaos, Trent never saw his family alive again.

He was home that day... planning to go to school the next day with a rifle and a sidearm. He'd been picked on and bullied his entire life and finally snapped. He'd been making the plans for months, he just needed one day to get his head on straight and psych himself up for the grand finale, but then L7X9 did what he'd been planning to do for him. He waited in the basement for someone to come, but after no one did for days, he got some gear together and headed out to see what was going on. He was quick to link up with other survivors, knowing full well that the only chance they had of getting through this, if they had any at all, was working together.

So begins...

Trent Corrigan's Story

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He wasn’t exactly happy about being with the group, but in the same sense he was kind of content, besides the feeling of helplessness that kept eating at the pit o his stomach that he had no clue where his sister was and it was killing him. He sighed as he leaned against one on the shelves of the hardware store that the group had taken refuge in for the night. Not that it was night yet but the sun was close to setting and they knew things got worse at night. They could at least walk around running into two maybe three of the infected during the day, but the infected knew people were more helpless at night they could catch them off guard. He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly “Here why don’t you use my back pack” he said handing his black back pack to Jane, he had become quite protective of her, he wasn’t sure why but he had a good feeling it had something to do with the fact she reminded him a bit of Emery, and if he couldn’t protect his sister he would protect Jane, though most the time he did it without thinking. “I’ll keep watch tonight” he offered to the others.

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"Here why don’t you use my back pack?" Jet offered "Thanks" She said softly. She took the bag and put it on the floor by the doors. She hated being without Jet. He was her rock. She always felt safe around him. She lay her head down on the bag, looking up at Jet. "I'll keep watch tonight" He said. "Ya, ya we know" She laughed a bit. Jet was like the leader of the "group". Being the oldest, bravest and probably smartest out of all of them. But she felt like it was more of a family for her. They all cared for each other, whether they would admit it or not. She never had a family before, growing up in a foster home. Though no one here knew that. They all thought that her parents had been infected right away, and she let them think that. Growing up in the foster home, she had no where to go. She was alone and scared. Jane, being the second youngest, was probably one of the weakest ones. They kept Yina, Sorins younger sister, because who would leave an 6 year old all alone at a time like this? Jane and Yina had bonded, since they were often on the side lines, watching for any infected coming along. She had been laying with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, for about 10 minutes, thinking back to when she was at the foster home. Even though she had no parents, no friends and no true home, at least people weren't trying to kill her. "Jet... I can't sleep..." She said bringing her dead gaze towards him. He always knew what to do, well it seemed like it anyways. She crawled over to him and sat down next to him.

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Trent was working logistics. There was plenty of useful stuff in the abandoned hardware store. He'd already worked out a great little system of classification for their private apocalypse. Stuff was useful, but not 100% necessary. He kept all his stuff in the same bag, because if it came down to it, he wouldn't mind having to drop stuff on the run. Then there were the essentials: food, water, weapons, ammo. Everything else was shit, utterly useless to them now. So far he'd accumulated a few rolls of duct tape, some zip ties, a hammer and a box of nails, two bottles of lighter fluid, and 40 feet of rope. He packed it all in an emptied out toolbag, then set it near the patch of wall he'd staked out as his temporary bedroom.

"Takin' a leak," he announced, voice dull. He didn't want to surprise anyone on his way back from the bathroom and wind up getting shot or stabbed. The teenager wasn't nearly as invested in the group as some; for him, this was a matter of smart survival, plain and simple. He didn't like the fact that they had kids with them, but... well, in the very least, they might slow some of the infected down if things got real bad. He was smart enough not to announce that idea. Probably wouldn't sit well with some, but it was the truth. Anyone could become a liability, any time. Some would just do it faster than others.

He headed into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later, wiping damp hands on his pants. He spared a quick look at the others, nodding briefly to Jet, then retired to his spot. He pulled the bill of his cap down over his eyes and then balanced his shotgun across his thighs; that was his preferred sleeping position, these days. Funny thing about Trent: he slept better than most, but woke up right quick.

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Rowan silently watched the others. She sat slightly off to the side, her body tensed up. Her grey eyes flicked from the others, to the outside. Her blonde curls fell in her face. She seemed very on-edge. In general, Rowan didn't like sleeping. She was very expressive as she slept, making everything from twitches and murmurs to quiet cries of fear. Nobody knew her past, but it was pretty safe to guess that it wasn't a happy one.
"I'll stay up, too." She offered Jet softly when he announced he was going to stay up. It was easy to tell she was not going to negotiate by the look she had in her eyes. Usually she wasn't this edgy, but something seemed to be bothering her. Her lips pursed, she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. This was often how she sat- she felt more protected this way. She watched each of the others carefully. Trent was asleep with his gun, Sorin had Yina asleep in his lap, and Jane was crawling over to Jet. It looked like she and Trent where the only ones being distant.
Sleep was not an option for her tonight. All day her memories had been washing over her, making her distant and cold. She did her best to block out her past, and loathed even the tiniest of memories. She wanted to completely let go of her past. Rowan rested her head on her knees and hugged them closer to her. She wasn't sure why she was so alert tonight; maybe it was because of her father's eyes searing her mind, or because she wanted to keep her group safe from the dangers that lingered outside. But something didn't seem right about her.

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"Jet... I can't sleep..." Jane said crawling over to him. He gave her a soft brotherly smile like he use to Emery. “Well you need to get your rest” he said gently patting his lap for her to lay her head there. Jet glanced to Sorin as he spoke "Wake me when you get tired, I'm serious." Giving him a small nodded “I will, probably early morning some time” he said calmly. "I'll stay up, too." Rowan said, Jet sighed looking to her “You really should get some rest, you didn’t sleep last night either, it’s going to catch up with you” he frowned gently, knowing something was bothering her, but he didn’t know her well enough to pry even though he wanted to. He had always been the one his friends would come to for advice the reliable friend that would always bail you out. He looked to Trent who had just laid down “You could take a turn watching sometime to.” He said calmly though not really minding that he didn’t, just wanting everyone to do their part for the group. He grabbed his back pack pulling his jacket out as he tossed it to Sorin “She looks cold” he stated “we can’t afford anyone getting sick, we have to keep our immune systems strong, or the virus will attack us.” He said glancing to the little girl, not minding having a kid in the group. It kept the group humane as far as he was concerned.

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She rested her head on his lap. He was always there for her. She relaxed to the sound of him breathing. With every breath she got even more tired. Though she couldn't close her eyes. She was probably paranoid. Though out of everyone in their group, she was probably getting the most sleep. That's probably half the reason she was always on look out. Also being young and not as useful as the others. She had her lazy gaze wander. Going from each person in the room. Trent, being his usual self, alone with his gun. Same with Rowan. She had never really liked Rowan. She just thought she was bitter and cold. Though she never said anything, it was pretty apparent they didn't get along well. She then looked over to Sorin and Yina, who were cuddling. She had always wanted a brother. One who would be over protective and scare the boys off. Well, if there had been boys. She started to slightly shiver, I guess it was really cold this night. She looked up at Jet and his green eyes. Was he her brother? Was this what it was like to have a brother? Or was it something more? She knew from when they first met in the grocery store that she had liked him. They flirted a bit, but when he saved her life, that's when they instantly clicked. "Thank you..." She said, finally letting her eyes close.

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Trent rolled his eyes. Of course, he had his cap pulled down, so nobody, least of all Jet, would see. Not that he've had minded if they did. The eye-rolling could practically be heard in his voice as he drawled back a response. "Anytime, boss-man. You want me to scavenge, or scout, or shoot anyone too? Wait. I already did all that." He didnt mind Jet being the one everyone looked to as a leader; let them come crying to him when they couldn't sleep or needed a good cry. He'd be damned if he was about to let the guy imply he wasn't pulling his weight though. Hell, if he weren't so wrapped up in being everyone's personal pretty-boy savior, he might have had the sense to delegate the watch in the first place.

That little thread of discontent was more than enough to wrap up Trent's mind and forestall the chance of sleep anytime soon. He sighed, silently, and pulled off his cap. Smoothing his hair, he let his eyes move slowly from each of the other survivors to the next. "While we're all plannin' on stayin' awake and feelin' so talkative, might be this is a good time to figure out what the fuck we're gonna do next. Plenty of fun shit to kill people with in here, but it ain't exactly defensible." His stare wound up on Jet at the end of his little speech. It wasn't exactly angry, or even malicious, but there was a sliver of pride shining in each of Trent's eyes. People had still talked about Jet like some kind of legend in his school, the same people who'd treated Trent like worse than shit... and this fucker'd brought a baseball bat to a gunfight, so to speak.

He wondered at least six times a day why he hadn't just gone on his own after meeting up with this lot; more often, actually, when he had spare time.

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"Now what?"

Violet pulled her gaze from the body on the floor and landed it on Mercy, who'd just forced her to pull the trigger on the only man they'd ever trusted. The young girl looked like she wanted to double over in grief, but she just stood there, arms wrapped around her waist, not making eye-contact in case she started crying. She was trying to be tough. For her. Violet nodded, turning to stone and giving a shrug as if what had just happened hadn't even phased her. "Now we have a drink. Lock up the place. Maybe check out the warehouse next door." She looked down at the body, then at her grief-stricken sister. Violet reached over and mussed her blonde hair, giving her a kiss on the top of the head. "Don't worry baby girl, you just saved our lives." She slapped a knife in the eleven year-old's hand. "Go on ahead and clean up in the bathroom. If something goes wrong just shout okay?"

Violet waited until she was gone before cleaning up the body, being ever-careful not to come in contact. Now that she was close, she could see that he was undoubtedly infected and shivered. She'd come so close to lowering that gun and letting them both get killed. When she was done dragging the body out to the alley, she sighed and locked the alley door, dragging a barstool over and hooking it under the knob before heading back to the bar. She went behind it's familiar U-shaped curve and placed a hand on the cool stone. She could remember a hundred nights at this bar. Jack had let her serve for a bit of money, drink when she was down, and even spend the night when her father was dangerous.

Without another thought on the matter, she reached behind her and grabbed some fruit-flavored drink of the glass shelf, it didn't matter, as long as it had alcohol. Next, she pulled a two glasses out from under the counter and filled them. She wasn't stupid enough to get drunk. Maybe in another time, when there weren't sick, homicidal manics running around, but not now that she had to protect Mercy. She did want something though, so one glass would be good.

Mercy came out of the bathroom, her face dripping from where she'd splashed herself with ice water. Violet smiled at her, a rarity she used only for the worst of times. It wasn't often that she smiled. "Here. It'll make you feel better." She slid one of the glasses to her sullen-looking sister, and took a drink of her own. Mercy was only eleven, but Violet didn't care. Piercings and tattoos were a no for sure, but, as long as she wasn't getting drunk, Vi would let her drink all she wanted. Mercy was her baby-girl, and, since no one else seemed to want so, Violet would raise her however the hell she wanted.

When the glass was empty, she looked at her sister. "So. What first? Sleep or ransacking the warehouse nextdoor?" She smiled at her again, slinging her black duffel onto the bar.

"I really don't think I could sleep after what just happened, and we could use some supplies to baracade ourselves in here." Mercy said, despite the purple bruise-like circles under her eyes. Violet just nodded in agreement.

"Alright then." She slid her sister a gun, slipped the bag back on her shoulder, and took her knife in her hand again. The gun still swung at her hip, but she really didn't want to use it again. A knife would be just fine. "Let's go." And with that, she led her sister back to the alley door. The warehouse shared the alley with the bar, and it's back door stood, facing them.

Violet crossed and jiggled the handle, but it was locked. Not too surprising. With a shrug, she flipped her knife in her hand and used the handle to slam the knob straight off the door and push it open. But it still wouldn't open. There was a shit-ton of stuff piled against the door. Violet knit her eyebrows in confusion and threw her weight into it, forcing it open. Once it was open, she waved Mercy in, and followed in after her, glancing at the stacks and stacks of boxes. "Alright. Stay close, I have a feeling we're not the only ones in here, but I'm not missing out on the opportunity to go through some of this shit." She whispered down to her sister as she started to move silently down one of the isles.

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Mercedes watched her sister in amazement as the crept up the isles of the warehouse. She acted as if she hadn't just fed her little sister alcohol and hadn't just shot her trusted uncle. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Sometimes, she swore the older girl had no emotion other than anger. Focusing her attention back on the things around them, Mercy strolled slowly among the boxes.

She stopped at one and peered in. A bunch of TVs. Great. So if they got bored, they could watch spongebob or something. Mercy rolled her eyes with a soft snort and moved on. The next box was filled with canned food and her eyes shot wide open. "Violet!" She shrieked in delight, completely forgetting that they were supposed to be quiet. Her and her sister had left their house in a hurry and so far, she'd been living on cold Spaghetti-O's. One can a day for the two of them to share, and while Violet let her eat most of it, it still wasn't near enough. In front of her was a whole ton of food. It took everything she had not to squeal in delight.

Violet came over and slapped her hand tight over her mouth. "Shut the hell up." She hissed angrily in her ear, and then saw what she'd found and dropped her. Mercy rolled her eyes and rubbed her neck while her sister dropped to the floor, yanking her duffle open. Hurriedly, she began tossing cans in the bag, looking around as she did so as if someone would stop them. "We're not the only ones who had this idea." She explained in a quick whisper as she zipped the bag back up and slung it over her shoulder. "Keep looking, but be careful. We don't know what kind of people they are and they might kill you for your supplies. We have to be in and out of here. Fast. We'll go back to the bar, and come back in a few days. I don't like the idea of getting second choice of all this shit, but whatever. Go."

Mercy didn't have to be told twice, and she scampered off silently, grabbing everything she thought might be necessary and bringing it back to the place Vi had dropped their bag, tossing it in. When she was done with the isle she was in, she walked to the end and turned the corner. Shit! She ducked behind a box quickly. On the other side of her small row of boxes, was a group of people. Vi was right. They weren't the only ones who'd had the idea of heading to the warehouse.

Slowly, she peeked over the box. Had they heard them? Would they kill them? They weren't infected, and the six year-old with them seemed to be a pretty good indication that they weren't hostile, but one could never know. Mercy ducked down low again and cursed herself with every word she knew in her head, breathing a little too rapidly.

She should just take off running now. Let them chase her, they wouldn't get far until they Vi got them, but she couldn't move. She was frozen in place as she peeked over the box again. They seemed okay... Maybe her and Violet would be allowed to group up with them... Even if her sister hated the idea of groups, Mercy had always thought they were safer anyway... She ducked low again and placed her hands over her head as she waited for them to find her huddled there. No matter what she did, she couldn't slow her breathing, and she was sure her heart was beating so loudly, the whole world could hear it. An eleven year-old girl. Maybe they would take mercy on her because she was young.

Or maybe not.

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Jane was a deep sleeper. The infected, and other things that lingered or made noise outside, didn't wake her. But she woke when Jet started to move. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. Then she heard it too. Someone was trying to get in. She could hear the door moving and being banged on. "Jet... Is it the infected?" She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She looked over and noticed the stronger ones were getting up. She then saw Yina, who was sitting all alone where Sorin once was. She slowly crawled over to the girl and they huddled together. "It's okay... You're going to be alright.." She said calmly. They used the blanket and wrapped themselves together. She hugged Yina tight, for she could feel how scared she was. But she didn't know if Yina could feel how scared she was as well.

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The second a racket started at the back door, Trent was on his feet. He pressed an index finger to his lips, indicating that the others should be silent, and then broke all-but-silently away from the group to go investigate, his shotgun primed and ready to go in his hands. The teenager’s expression had changed from vague annoyance (he’d been very ready to tell Sorin off for being an idiot; there were infected maniacs running around, ready to kill them, and he was worried about cussing?) to grim determination, and he disappeared into the back of the store. In this kind of situation, he wasn’t about to wait for Jet’s permission. This was what he brought to the party.

The intruders were making plenty of noise, which made him lean towards them being infected. It was that or they were just plain stupid, and in either case, Trent was more than ready to pump whoever it was full of buckshot. He took his time, focusing more on his senses and maintaining quiet than he did on moving quickly. Swallowing a lump that had irritatingly coalesced in his throat, he took a turn…

And was confronted with the sight of Mercy hunkered down. From his vantage point, he could easily tell that she’d seen the group, and little girl or not, he wasn’t taking any chances. He leveled the shotgun at her; until he got to see her face, to see if she had the telltale bumps of infection, all bets were off. Odds were it was just some scared kid with decent enough instincts to last this long. Using a little girl as bait was a little sophisticated for the murder-minded infected, at least from what little experience he had.

Great, he thought. Just what we need. Another friggin’ kid. No doubt Saint Jet will wanna adopt this one too.”

“I ain’t gonna hurt’cha, little girl,” he finally whispered, still sighting her with the Browning. “But I need you to show me your hands and your face, real nice and slow like, okay?” The tone of voice he was using would have been appropriate for a five-year old. An eleven year-old under normal circumstances probably would have found it insulting, but then again, he did have a shotgun on her. ”You here alone, or is anyone with you?”

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Rowan quickly stood up when she heard something. She paused, allowing Trent to go before her, and followed from a short distence behind. He was a little more well-equpied then she was.
Usually in the line of defense it was Trent or Jet in front, then Sorin, and her close behind. She wasn't as strong as the other three, but she was very light on her feet and was good at finding others' weak spots quickly.

But when she turned the corner, she saw Trent was his gun pointed at a girl, who seemed to be anywere from 10-12. Roawn paused for a second, looking over her to make sure she wasnt infected, and relaxed a little when she appeared to be healthy. "Hi, there. Did you get a little lost? Come on over, it's safer in here." Rowan smiled at the girl, her voice sincerly warm and inviting. Usually she wasn't this generous- but she had a soft spot for kids. "Is anyone with you?" She asked soothingly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

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Mercy heard movement. Dammit. They're comming. Frozen in place, she waited. “I ain’t gonna hurt’cha, little girl,” She heard a whisper. Male, it was a male. She lifted her eyes slowly over her arms so she could just barely see him. He was holding a shotgun to her. Maybe they were the type who killed for supplies. "But I need you to show me your hands and your face, real nice and slow like, okay?” At this she quirked and eyebrow and sat up. Who did he think he was talking to? Mercy had lived with Violet long enough to pick up her attitude, even if she was considerably sweeter, she didn't take bullshit.

"I'm not a little girl." She snapped, raising to her feet. She moved slowly, afterall, he was the one with the shotgun, and she could snap at him, but moving too fast might startle him and cause him to shoot. "You don't have to talk to me like I'm four. I have survived the same shit you have you know?" She raised her palms, letting him see her skinny arms so he knew she wasn't infected. In one hand she still held the pistol Violet had given her, and, in the other, the knife. "I'm eleven. Not six."

”You here alone, or is anyone with you?” At that, she shrugged. A gesture that could mean either no or yes. She wouldn't give Vi away yet. Movement caught her eye and she glanced briefly over his shoulder. There she was, moving silently as a cat towards the guy in front of her. Her sister pressed her finger to her lips, giving the universal sigh for shhhh, then pointed back towards the man.

She flicked her eyes back to the guy, giving him a soft smirk. Violet would be furious if she gave her away so she only sighed. "Yes." She said, realizing that this too could mean either, yes she was alone, or yes she had someone with her. It wouldn't matter anyway. He would find out in less than a second. She just hoped Violet didn't kill him. It was one thing to kill infected, another to kill a human being with a conscience. Plus, he had a whole group with him.

It wouldn't do to have both infected and angry revenge seekers after them.

Then a girl appeared and started asking her the same questions as the boy did. To which she just stood silently, waiting for Vi to make herself known.

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Violet saw Mercy turn the corner from her other end of the isle. Shit! She'd already seen the group down there, but her sister hadn't. She wasn't being the quietest thief in the world either. Stealing had always been Violet's specialty. Mercy was better for planning and thinking. Rolling her eyes, she watched the end of the isle patiently counting to ten.

After her sister did not reappear, she decided to go after her, tightening the grip on her knife. She slipped easily down the isle in silence and peeked around the corner to see that one of the group had found Mercy and was pointing a gun at her. Oh no you don't She thought angrily and moved forward only to be stopped up short when a girl stepped in. Violet waited for her to finish talking before stepping in to make her move, slinking up silently behind them. The girl didn't seem to be a threat so she went for the boy.

Before he even had a chance to reply to Mercy, Violet had slipped up behind the man with the shotgun. She pressed the metal tip of her knife against the nap of the guys neck and whispered, very deliberately in his ear. "Lower the shotgun and get away from my sister or your head rolls. I can slice faster than you can turn and shoot."

Her voice was low and feral. Nobody threatened her sister. Group or not. She glanced at the others, doing a quick headcount. Six or seven. If they came at her, she would kill this boy, then there would be six left. Subtract the six-year-old and you've got five angry people after her and Mercy. She glanced at her sister. No doubt the boy was seeing the deep purple circles under her sister's eyes and they frailness of her young body. If he thought she was an easy target, he was dead wrong. She'd have no problem killing him if his finger even so much as twitched on the trigger.

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Trent couldn't help a smirk. The girl had guts, more than... well, most of his current companions, actually. As endearing as that was, it didn't make his shotgun any heavier, so it was still very much trained on her as she mostly-complied with what he had said. Seeing the weapons was actually a relief. If she was infected, she would have been using them already, which meant he didn't have to kill a tween tonight.

Or did he? Just as he was about to tell girl to put her weapons down, he felt cold metal against the skin of his neck. His smirk didn't falter, though mentally, he was kicking himself. He'd even asked the girl if she was with someone, suspected she was, and now that someone was fixing to open him up a new breathing hole. On the one hand, she was a woman. That meant she was emotional and irrational, so who knew what she might do? One the other hand... no, she hadn't kept her sister alive this long just to gamble her life on completely incapacitating Trent with one knife-stroke.

"Don't know you won't just cut me open anyway," he replied evenly. "So I think I'll keep my leverage for now. I ain't gonna bleed out before I take both of you with me, so why don't you just go ahead and back off and we'll see if we can't all get out of this alive." He already had a center mass shot all lined up, and little girls like Mercy didn't have much in the way of center mass. One shell would be it for her, and Trent did have a point: bleeding to death took at least a few seconds, and his shotgun was semi-automatic.

He turned his gaze on Mercy. "Why don't you look right in my eyes and tell your big sister if you think I'll pull the trigger?" This time, he didn't use the kiddie voice. The girl had obviously grown up a few years worth since the outbreak, and she'd shown herself to have some steel in the spine.

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Even though she had her knife pressed to his skin, the boy didn't even flinch. She could practically see the smirk on his face through the back of his head. She hissed angrily. Men. "Don't know you won't just cut me open anyway," he replied evenly, to which she raised her eyebrows. Okay, he had guts. She leaned back on one hip, knife still at the ready to listen to why he thought she wouldn't kill him. "So I think I'll keep my leverage for now. I ain't gonna bleed out before I take both of you with me, so why don't you just go ahead and back off and we'll see if we can't all get out of this alive."

"Why don't you look right in my eyes and tell your big sister if you think I'll pull the trigger?" Violet glanced at the gun in his hand, his finger on the trigger. He hadn't wavered and his tone was even. With a frustrated groan, she ran her free hand through her blonde hair and looked at Mercy. Her sister was holding both of her weapons up, though not defensively and as she watched, she looked into the boys eyes and slowly, cautiously, slipped the knife into one boot and the gun in the other, then rose back up, palms up.

She was going to get herself killed! She could at least keep them out, just in case. Violet's eyes found Mercy's and she caught the tinniest nod from the girl. "Vi, chill please? If you stab him, he'll just shoot me in the short second he has and both of us will lose."

Violet rolled her eyes and nodded, shifting the weight of her bag on her shoulder as she whipped her gun out of it's resting place and spun around him so that she was shoulder to shoulder with Mercy. She slipped the knife away and raised her gun to his head in one fluid movement. Her free hand gripped Mercy's wrist and shoved her behind her. "Alright hun, but if I'm not lowering mine until he lowers his." They hadn't gotten this far on trust, and she wasn't going to let one idiot with a shotgun ruin everything, no matter what Mercy said or did.

When Violet gripped her wrist and shoved her behind her, Mercy didn't resist. Anything to be out of the way of his gun. Her heart still pounding, she slipped her arms around her sisters waist and buried her face in her back, closing her eyes. The night had been stressful and she was more than happy to allow Vi to handle the group of survivors. If she so much as twitched to run, Mercy would just snap her head up and take off so she sighed into her sister's tank top and tried to slow her racing heart. Please don't shoot us. Please, please, please. She silently willed him in her head. And don't do anything stupid Vi. She thought, giving her sister a tight squeeze.

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Jane let go of Yina, unwrapping herself from the burrito they had made with the blanket. She slowly got up and saw two girls. One who had a gun to Trent's throat looked her age. The other one, looked about 9 years old. Another set of young ones... She watched as they both put down their weapons and the girls huddle. Jane walked up behind Trent. She slowly, and calmly put a hand on his arm, which still had the gun in hand. "Put it down.... Please..." She asked. She could feel his pulse beating super fast. She wouldn't let go of his arm, she didn't know if it was a lack of trust or because she enjoyed just having someone strong to hold onto.

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Suddenly a few things happened at once. First, Mercy decided it was a good time to bow out, giving the reins over to her sister as she wrapped her arms around her and buried her face in her back. Vi smiled ever so slightly. Mercy was strong when she had to be, but she was always more than happy to let someone else take over. Inside, she was really a big baby. She patted her sisters hands with her free hand before things started happening.

First, a boy with a machete stood and looked over at their little stand off. He seemed to be protective of the little six year-old and Violet guessed that he was her brother. She gave him a quick glance, hoping he didn't decide to attack her. Maybe he'd be sympathetic. Afterall, they were both looking out for little sisters. Thankfully, he didn't come over and Violet turned her eyes back to the man with the shotgun.

The next thing to happen was a girl. Maybe a little younger than herself, and seeming considerably weaker, came over and placed a hand on the man's arm. Vi thought she was going to force his arm down, but she didn't. Instead she just mumbled for him to put the gun down and she sighed, running her hand through her long blond hair. She wouldn't lower hers until he lowered his. She didn't care what the others said. He was the important one. He had the gun.

Finally, the boy that seemed to be the leader of the group came over. “Alright, I think everyone should put their weapons away.” He said and Vi returned his smile with a smirk and a shifting of her weight, so that she was leaning on one hip. She still held her gun up though. “Sorry if you were hurt, we are just trying to keep ourselves safe and you never know” His tone was calm. As if he was trying to keep her from shooting. “I’m Jet” At least she had a name now. It was a start. “If you two agree to not kill us in your sleep your welcome to join our little survival group” he teased a bit. “You two girls look like you could use some rest and some food”

At that, the boy with the shotgun on her turned on his heel and took off. It made Violet's eyebrows raise in slight shock. Okay... She hadn't been expecting that. She rolled her eyes and slipped her gun into her pocket, looking at the guy who'd introduced himself as Jet. "It's okay baby-girl." She whispered, grabbing Mercy's arms and un-lacing her from around her waist, pulling the eleven year-old out from behind her. Biting her lip, she considered his offer. "We're not going to kill you." Her fingers gripped Mery's shoulder tightly. "Unless you come after us, because trust me, if someone even twitches towards their weapon around my sister, I'll kick your ass."

Violet was short and seemingly not intimidating, but she squared her petite shoulders and held herself with such attitude it was hard to see her as anything other than the girl you don't want to mess with. "I'm Violet Fairbanks. Some people call me Skip. Vi. Violet." She shrugged. "It's whatever." Vi gestured to her sister. "This is my little sister Mercedes Fairbanks."

"Mercy. Call me Mercy." Her sister cut her off and Violet only shrugged in response to that.

"Yeah. No shit we could use rest and food." Violet said in response to Jet's statement. "We've been fighting through the same mess you guys have, only..." She glanced at the hardware store. "With less supplies." Violet shifted her bag on her shoulder and locked eyes with Jet. "Whatever Mercy says goes. What do you want hun?" She asked, squeezing her sister's shoulder without ever taking her eyes from Jet's, trying to size him up and see if he was trustworthy. She wasn't normally one to trust, but if Mercy thought it was a good idea, Violet wouldn't argue.

Mercy felt Violet's fingers digging into her shoulder like a weight hanging over her head. The tight squeeze of her sister's hand said one thing. Choose. And don't be wrong. It was an important decision Vi was slapping in her face, but Mercy was used to it. Violet had never trusted herself enough to make the important decisions for the older girl acted on solely impulse and it got them in trouble more often than not.

That meant, when it came to decision making, Mercy was the one to turn to. Vi was the power, but Mercy was the brains of the two. Even if Violet would never admit it and hid it well, she had to turn to her eleven year old sister often to make smart choices. If Violet made all the choices, Mercy had no doubt the two of them would either be dead or running nonstop with a horde of eighty infected after them.

"We'll stay with them. I like them Vi." She looked up at Jet and smiled slightly. She didn't trust easily, but there was something about a group of people who were willing to look after a six year-old that seemed trustworthy. She squeezed her sisters hand to give her a bit of reassurance, knowing Violet wouldn't like it at all. She hated other people. Never trusted them. But Mercy did trust these people and Violet would not make her give up the opportunity to travel in a group. It would be a lot less lonely and there'd be more people to turn to when nightmares got her. Then, there was the bonus of protection as well as having someone around to keep you sane. She smiled at Jet, giving him her most grateful smile. "Thank you."