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Josephine Wyatt

"Trust is just a weakness, a weakness for people to exploit."

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a character in “Last Of The Revenants”, as played by Maci-Care

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Sleep with one eye open, and one hand on your gunxas you never know what might come into the night

Raise Hell || Lonewolf || Dead Man Walking



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F U L LXN A M E
Josephine Hazel Cordelia Wyatt

N I C K N A M E (S)
Josie - Hates this one, only Boone would call her this
Joe - What she mostly goes by
Pretty Joe - Outlaw Alias

B I R T H D A Y
June 28th

A G E
Actually 24
Been a Revenant for only a year

R O L E
Ex-Criminal // Revenant

S E X U A L I T Y
Closeted Bisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian

H O M E T O W N
Florence

H E X
#8B4513



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S T Y L E
Josephine wears a fairly simple style when compared to most, not trying to stick out or draw any sort of attention towards her. Mostly wearing a sort of duster jacket with most of her outfits as well as her signature hat, one of the few things of hers that was left when she awake after being left for dead, and that she doesn’t let anyone touch. Throughout her travels and living with the gang, she isn’t one to care about having dirt on her clothes or under her nails as she often isn’t able to always wash up, but she makes sure that she never has a bad odor on herself.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5’8” || 121 lbs.

A P P E A R A N C E
Josephine tries to keep a low profile whenever she is out, being a Revenant with grey eyes doesn’t exactly help with this, though keeping her hat low over most of her face does. Though the things that are noticeable about Joe is the scars she has scattered across her body. Multiple lashing across her back from when she was learning to be part of the gang and punishments for messing up on jobs, on her side she still has her scars from where Boone shot her, as well as a few cuts here and there just from over the years. Also in her red hair hair she tends to braid small objects into it out of habit and stressed, mostly small beads or other small knick knacks she finds.



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L I K E S
Money
Alcohol
Knives
Her rifle
Cards
Tobacco / β€œspit”
Being Alone


D I S L I K E S
People coming to her with their problems
The Quiet
Random people making small talk
The Cold
Authorities
Being accused
Coffee, the taste and smell






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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Josephine is a pretty hard book to read. From being in the Wyatt Gang she was taught to be like one of the boys in the gang and quickly forgetting all the proper manners and other ladylike traits her mother had tried to instill in her.

Usually she would have two sides of a personality, the one she would have around people she trusted and her gang. Where she was one to quickly get involved in insulting each other around the fire pit. She would always have the back of the people she was loyal to and to her loyalty was a big thing taught to her by Boone. Also was known to keep a smile on her face and joke around with others, but in the end always caring about those that had her back and always having theirs.

The other half of Josephine, mostly Pretty Joe, was a woman who kept a stoic expression and didn’t care about others. Mostly keeping a cold tone in her voice and not afraid to say what she thinks or wants, knowing she can keep it up. This was the persona that Josephine has had over the years since becoming a Revenant.

Josephine will mostly keep to herself when in towns and ignoring others, hoping they will do the same for her, keeping a serious face and always having a cold tone with people.


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F A M I L Y






Caroline Cordelia || Mother || Deceased at the age of 33












Theodore Cordelia || Father || Deceased at the age of 39













Boone Wyatt || Gang Leader/Former Partner || Status Unknown || 38





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H I S T O R Y
Most of Josephine's past she doesn't care too much for, knowing now that none of it matters and she can't change any of it, and even if she could, she would only change the most recent disaster. Though it is quiet a tale to tell, which doesn't happen often

Josephine was born to a farm family that lived just off Florence and lived a secluded life on a ranch. They lived a mostly normal life as they were able to live comfortably with their farm, only taking hits in the winter, but were still able to survive due to her father's saving and financial planning. There had been rumors of outlaws and bandit gangs moving closer to the town of Florence and Josephine's mother brought up some worries, but her father Theodore wasn't worried and mostly stubborn, plus he always had the family shotgun that hung over their furnace that protected his father and his father's father.

On a hot summer night when Josephine was about 16, hollers and screams quickly woke up Josephine, she had fallen asleep in the barn in a pile of hay, something she did often as she enjoyed the summer air. When she peaked out of the barn she saw her families cottage up in flames and fires spreading across the fields. Before Josephine could scream or run away, a man grabbed her from behind and easily dragged her over to where two bodies laid, her parents, and two men were arguing. Josephine could barely understand what they were talking about, but something about the guy in charge, their leader, upset about how things unfolded, she was still struggling against the man holding her.

The man that grabbed Josephine interrupted the two men with a smirk on his face talking about how he found some fun in the barn and wanting to take her back to their camp, talking about the things he could do with her. At this point Josephine bit her hand and was dropped and hid behind some boxes. The man that she bit was aggravated with being bit and quickly pulled out his revolver and aimed at her, then followed by one shot, Josephine closing her eyes in fear. Though when she opened her eyes the man that had grabbed her and bit her was on the ground and the leader was tucking his own gun away and slowly walked over to Josephine. He introduced himself, Boone Wyatt, leader of the Wyatt outlaw gang, and made sure she was okay, wiping the tears from her face. Boone turned back to his men, quickly telling them to finish gathering their things and to head back to camp.

Boone stayed for a bit and talked to Josephine, telling her it would be okay and offering for her to come with him, promising to keep her safe. As Josephine was brought back to their camp, men thought she was a trophy brought by Boone, but after being met with blades, he stated that she was no trophy, that she would become one of them, an outlaw, and be welcomed into their outlaw family. One of the Wyatt's, and quickly changing her last name to match.

Life in the gang wasn't easy for Josephine, even though she was a girl Boone made sure she wasn't treated lightly. But this was good, as it hardened Josephine and made her tougher than the average city gal, especially being younger than most of the gang and wanting to prove she was equally and sometimes even better than them. It wasn't long before she started going into towns and cities with the gang for stick-ups as well as highway robberies, often being the distraction with her pretty face, but still being as brutal as the others when it came to altercations and she wasn't afraid to get her hands pretty.

Even though Boone didn't give her any treatment, it wasn't a secret within the gang that after a couple of years Boone and Josephine were intimate with each other. Josephine made sure people didn't think that she would be treated better for this and numerous times getting into fights and altercations with some of the others, and after every fight, even the ones where she would end up bloody and injured, the other respected her and she would have respect for them.

Over the years Josephine settled in good with the gang and they were making more and more money. One night when Josephine and a few other outlaws were coming back from a job that ended up being a bust, they came back to the camp destroyed and bodies around them slaughtered. After talking to the few people that survived and finding Boone in his tent barely alive she was told what had happened. State marshals had somehow found the gang and had attacked shortly after Josephine and a few other left. They knew their numbers, their stashes, everything. Because of this there was talk of a mole and through the discussions, Josephine was accused of being the one to rat them out. Her stash wasn't raided, it had been her idea to try to rob a local postal coach that coincidentally didn't show up this night, as well as rumors of Josephine wanting to leave the gang behind, even though she enjoyed the gang life.

It didn't take long for the survivors to get agitated and demand Boone do something about Josephine ratting them out to authorities and trying to run off. As more information came out Josephine stood her ground, getting defensive and threatening to kill the men accusing her, but Boone wrapped his arm around and a bit away. As the two of them got around one of the destroyed stage coaches, and two gunshots were heard. Boone had his revolver pressed against Josephine's side and fired twice, letting her fall to the ground as she began to bleed. The last thing Josephine remembered before blackout was Boone just looking at her and shaking his head before walking off.

Josephine woke up after what felt like days or even weeks later, confused about what all had happened. Quickly realizing she was left for dead but somehow alive, feeling her side where Boone had shot her, but there was no wound, only a scar. She felt fatigued and tired, but slowly gathered herself to sit up and look around, whatever was left of the camp after the attack was salvaged, but for some reason Boone left Josephine's things, whether they were left as a memorial of who he once trusted, or as a way to forget her. As she stumbled to what was left of her things she saw in the mirror that her eyes were different. Silver. And she quickly realized he became something she's only heard in legends from Boone, something they should always avoid. A Revenant. Josephine gathered what was left of her things, and set out on the road, swearing revenge on her former outlaw family one day

Life was hard at first for Josephine, but after a couple of days she realized the legends of a Revenant were true and the abilities she had before had been enhanced, quickly finding out after getting into a few bar brawls as well as some highway men trying to rob her and quickly finding out the consequences of that. She began trying to track down what was left of the Wyatt family, but was having troubles as the news of the Pinkerton killing most of them and her trail quickly went cold. Josephine began using her skills to do contracts by local towns, not because she wanted to help, but for the coin. Occasionally she would be recognized as Pretty Joe and would have to fight her way out of a town and quickly start over.

Josephine had only met a few other Revenants over time, and didn't trust any of them. Not knowing what caused them to become what they are as well as not even knowing what she was put her on edge, and sometimes a few altercations. When Josephine walked into BlackWater, she felt something was off and decided she wasn't going to stay, only stopping by the general store for a few necessities before she was going to leave. Well, that was the plan...





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R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S
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A B I L I T I E S
Being a Revenant, Josephine has been granted the usual abilities that a Revenant receives; enhanced stamina, increased healing, better senses as well as other normal abilities. Though there are some smaller things that make Joe stand out from other Revenants.

The few things that make her a bit more unique is her more nocturnal style abilities. The first thing is that her vision at night and in dark places is better than not only humans and most other Revenants, though most things appear in brighter shades of grey instead of everything being pitch black. Also, and this might have been due to her training, but Josephine is able to function normally throughout the day with minimum rest.

Though as she did get enhanced abilities, she does lack in the strength department compared to other Revenants, but still stronger than normal humans. Joe mostly relies on her increased speed, agility, stamina and reaction time more than her strength.

T A L E N T S
Knife Throwing: Josephine wanted to stand out when part of the gang, outside of being one of the few females in the gang and the only one that actively went out of jobs and robberies, so she would spend most of her time practicing and perfecting her form, eventually getting more accurate with a blade than most people were with a pistol. Even once beating someone in a dual when they had a pistol and she was armed with only a knife.


Rifle Handling: When Joe first joined the gang, she envied the rifle Boone would carry around and always wanted to have her own. She quickly ahd Boone train her with long rifles and other repeaters and became one of the best in the gang. Though due to her focusing on blades and rifles, she is just about average with a pistol and much rather have her rifle.

Horseback Riding: Being part of a gang and being apart of robberies means you have to be good at getting away, and the best way to get away is to race off on a horse. Josephine had a little bit of practice when she was a younger with living on a ranch with her family, but she really began to excel when she was part of the Wyatt gang. She had to, if she didn't, she would've been left behind long ago.

S T R E N G T H S
Charm: Starting at a young age within the gang, Josephine would after act as distraction to stop passing by stage coaches, people always wanted to help the lost pretty girl. This was the beginning of her finding out she can use her looks and the flutter of her eyes to get noticed when she wanted to, as well as often talking her way out of things.

Rifles & Knives: With her Revenant abilities, she’s one of the sharpest shooters out there with a rifle, and even prefers using it in closer combat over a pistol or a shotgun, though will most of the time use her set of blades.

Gambling: Joe has always been interested in playing cards and winning also seems to increase her appreciation of gambling. It isn’t often that she loses, and it might be argued that maybe she’s got enhanced luck due to being a Revenant, but Josephine will continue standing by one fact, people just suck at it.

W E A K N E S S E S
Trust: After what happened with the Wyatt gang, Josephine isn’t one to trust someone, always expecting to be betrayed or stabbed in the back again. This has led to some issues in the past where she’s either ran out during a job because she thought they would turn on her, often having a gun under the table pointed during a deal, or sometimes even betraying them first.

Lonewolf: With her trust issues and constantly on the road, Josephine doesn’t have many people she would consider friends or anything similar, as well as insisting on working alone on a few bounties in some cities. This has caused some bad experiences sometimes when she was on her own, but she has always been able to walk away, so far.


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My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

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Josephine had been on the road for about a fortnight when she finally saw her destination in the distance, the rising sun’s light coming up over the horizon and silhouetting the city. She had been traveling east more and more recently, not entirely what was guiding her in this direction much besides her gut, not really being in these states since her time with Boone and the rest of the gang. Joe didn’t expect much trouble though, a long time had passed since their troubles had been pushed upon the people of Tennessee and the surrounding area, plus all the rumors and gossip of the Wyatt outlaws being killed by the feds and marshals helped in her case of flying under the radar.

Though as Josephine wandered through towns and cities as she traveled, she was interested in a few names that would catch her ears in saloons and she decided she would stop in the town of BlackWater to check in on these things Plus it seemed like the main capital around these parts and might be good to take a few days or so to rest and relax off the road.

One thing though that did seem to keep her on edge were the town talk of beasts and other creatures in the surrounding area. Joe had met her fair share of these type of beasts on her travels, though always able to hold her own against a few of them or able to escape from their packs, being a Revenant it sort of felt like the beings were drawn to each other and causing disaster in their path. Some Revenants devoted their time to hunting these beasts down, Wendigos and feral SkinWalkers, but Josephine wasn’t that type of Revenant, nor did she seem like getting involved with other Revenants, ever since the incident she had always been on her own.

As Josephine finally entered the streets of BlackWater, she kept her favorite hat low to cover most of her face as well as keep the sun that was peaking over the rooftops out of her eyes, making sure her rifle was tight around her shoulder. Joe stepped off to the side and leaned against the railing next to a horse that was tethered and pulled out a piece of paper with a few names on it. Jamison. Reynes. Cornwall. All men she had heard talk about during her travels that lead her out here, each of them Joe wanting to meet or talk to for a different reason.

Grabbing her canteen and taking a swig of the water, Joe remembered she needed to pick up some rations, tucking the scrawled piece of paper back into her shirt and walking towards a building labeled as a type of general store. As Josephine got closer, a familiar scent made her stop and look around, one she wasn’t exactly pleased to get a feeling for. Revenant, maybe a couple. Though she’s been able to sense Revenants in the past and steer clear, the aura around BlackWater made it much more difficult for her. Maybe she wouldn’t stay as long as she wanted. Something about this place felt off.
Jose shrugged off the scent and entered the general store, quickly spotting the source. A black haired man, sharp eyes, and striking grey eyes. Josephine kept her gaze away from him, not out of fear or worry, but honestly because she didn’t want to deal with any sort of talk right now, keeping her eyes low and scanning the aisles.

Josephine was digging through a few crates for some supplies when she accidentally bumped into something, someone, as she stood up holding a bottle of alcohol. Joe simply made a light grunt noise as she turned and saw what she bumped into. The woman’s look surprised her, though Josephine wasn’t entirely sure why. While it was intentional or just subconscious, Josephine visibly looked the woman up and down. She had her hair tucked up behind her clean face, and the dress she wore fit around her figure nicely, and noticing the top button not buttoned like the usual modest housewife would.

After her eyes finished looking over the woman, turned away to back to the supplies she needed. β€œSorry…” Josephine said in a quiet tone as she grabbed the few things she needed and headed towards the back of the store to pay, She was probably a few steps away when she paused as she heard screams come from outside and tilted her head up as she quickly knew the source. The black hair Revenant quickly spoke up, trying to make sure everyone would be safe, which just made Joe chuckle to herself before he stormed out.

Joe sighed as she put her things down. She didn’t want to get into anything at the moment, but knew she couldn’t just sit idly with wendigos and lord knows what else is out there. Not because she cared about the others, but Josephine knew if she did nothing and the town found out about her not helping, it would make things more complicated.

β€œGirl.” Joe said, turning towards the woman she bumped into earlier. β€œRoof access?” She asked short and concisely. The girl had a bit of a panic look on her face and quickly nodded and pointed her to a ladder that quickly led up to a hatch. Josephine took no time and quickly climbed up and quickly searched through her bag to switch her ammo to something that would be more effective against these beasts rather than something for a bear or a deer.

Josephine got to the edge of the building and leaned against the lifted part of the roof and took a look through the streets, her eyes quickly finding the source of the screams as well as noticing the male Revenant from before hiding behind a cart. Scanned the area around and didn't see much else and just turned her attention back to the beast in the street. She swung her rifle from her shoulder and crouched down against the rooftop, perching and getting set up. She quickly fired at the creature, the shot didn't take it down, but it caught it's attention, pulling it away from innocent civilians. "You gonna do something Revenant?" She shouted towards the male behind the cart, pulling the hammer back on her rifle and getting ready to fire, just watching the Wendigo for now.

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Temperance had lived in Blackwater her entire life, it was the only home she’d ever known; the attacks came frequently enough that everyone was just about used to them, but not so often that anyone ever felt truly prepared. Tempe figured that to really know how to deal with the kinds of things that went bump in the night, you had to encounter them more often than once or twice a month. She normally didn’t think too hard on the attacks, but it had been a while since the last one, and she’d been reading her father’s old hunting journals. There was so much about him she didn’t know, but reading his accounts, she was starting to understand why he’d kept that from his children. It didn’t seem like it was a particularly happy life.

Her father was having a bad day, phantom leg pains, he said. Temperance didn’t know how one dealt with pain in a limb that had been gone for over thirty years, but she found it best to leave him to it. Let Mama deal with him and the house for the day, she could look after the shop. She was the only Wheeler child left at home; her sisters had all married well, and her brother seemed about ready to settle down. He'd gone up north to become a doctor, and Mama was very proud. He could’ve done anything and she would still be proud, though; he was always her favorite. But between her sisters all having their own families, and Caleb being in Indiana, a lot of responsibility had fallen on Temperance in the past few years. Before Grace had gotten married, Temperance had always been the baby. There was nearly ten years between her and her oldest sister, but slowly, as her sisters grew and got married and Caleb left to learn medicine, she finally grew up.

Revenants coming to town always worried people. Temperance could really only say she knew one, and she had to admit that they made her a little uncomfortable. This was mostly because she didn’t understand them. There was a revenant in her family’s shop, buying supplies. Tempe was trying to keep busy, rotating stock, making sure the place was clean. She was by herself, so she had plenty of work to do without staring. In fact, she seemed to be so busy staying busy that she didn’t notice the rest of her customers. She’d bumped right into a rough looking woman (or had the woman bumped into her?). From the look of her, Tempe figured this woman had been on the road for a while. Her hair was a beautiful color, though. She shook her head when the woman apologized, holding her hands in front of her in an apologetic gesture, β€œNo, I’m sorry! I wasn’t payin’ any attention.” Then, because Temperance was fairly sure she’d never seen the woman before (and she was working at the store much more often know, she typically recognized people who came in often), she added, β€œLet me know if you need anythin’, I’d be happy to help.”

Temperance soon found herself back behind the counter- really, the most important job was watching after the money that flowed in and out of the store. This was easier with two people working, but they hadn’t reliably had two employees for three years; Papa was in bed most days, anymore, and that left Temperance and her mother cycling between caring for him and the store.

All of Temperance’s internal griping and complaining went out the window when she heard the screaming start. They never attacked during the day. It was normally easier to stay safe: stay inside after dark, lock up your doors and windows. Tempe didn’t know what to do. She heard the command to lock and barricade the doors, but she didn’t process the words. Pure panic was written on her face, and the realization hit that she had never seen a Wendigo in person. It was a strange thing to fixate on, but she felt fairly sure that was going to die, with them that close. She had no way of defending herself if one got inside.

Then she heard another voice, and it took her half a second to realize that the words were meant for her. Roof access? Oh. Temperance’s eyes scanned over the woman, the same one that she’d run into earlier. Was she a hunter? She could help. Panic was evident on Tempe’s face, and she was positively shaking like a leaf, but she pointed the woman in the right direction. Then she turned and looked around, a few people were still in the shop. Or had then run in from outside? Temperance didn’t know, she hadn’t been thinking. You have to stop panicking, she told herself, you’ll be fine if you can stop panicking, and listen to the people who know what they’re doing.

So she rushed to lock the doors, though she didn’t know how much good it would do. They could move everything that wasn’t too heavy or attached to the floor in front of the doors. After that, all they could do was pray.

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Scarlet remained silent as she observed the others getting behind overturned tables and other forms of protection, taking in the fact that they could at least follow simple orders. For now anyway. Just wait for things to start going south, and that's when things would fall apart. Hysteria and panic would take over and common sense would fly out the window. It always did. That is just one of the things that Scarlet found working around commonfolk, they let their fight or flight instincts take over, more often being flight and not caring about others. In her time, she had seen countless people push aside their supposed loved ones and make a run for it from a Wendigo or skinwalker, only to be killed in the end. Something she often questioned why loyalty went in scenarios like that. But then she had to remember, fear was a powerful thing, but that was something she hadn't let control her in years. She couldn't afford to.

Turning her head to look at the woman that she knew by now was the proper barkeep, she eyed the woman's weapon. Simple shotgun, but it would do more than nothing, or even a simple pistol. Thinking for a moment, before she dug around in one of her pockets, retrieving four golden color, rectangular and rounded objects. Handing them to the woman Scarlet spoke in a hushed voice, "Use those only when you have to. They won't kill them, but they'll do the trick when you most need them. So be smart with them." she said with a simple nod. They were normal shotgun shells but had one small difference. They weren't sold on the market to any average joe. Nor could they be bought in any black market or underground system. Revenants handmade them and more often than not kept a plentiful amount of hand, only if they knew for certain that they had the proper amount of ingredients for the buckshots. In this case, Scarlet knew she had at least eight left now, after giving the other woman four. She'd have to be careful and sparing with the ammo for now.

Looking around the tavern, Scarlet took into account how many people were left, all with weapons of their own. She knew they wouldn't do much against what was to come, but all that mattered was that they had something, anything to defend themselves at this point. If they could at least offer up a distraction or stall that left room for the Hunters and Revenants, that's all that mattered. Have enough of a window of time, that's all they needed. Her eyes darted around the saloon once more, and stopped as her eyes caught something from the back end of the saloon. A familiar face was poking around the corner, seeming to be looking for something, or someone. Scarlet knew full well, cursing under her breath she carefully and quickly maneuvered across the tavern and down the hallway where the person was. As Scarlet turned down the hallway that was off to the side, she was immediately pulled into a side room by some unknown force. By natural instinct, Scarlet reached for the pistol by her side, but soon found herself taking a deep breath as a familiar face stared her down. "Jesus Christ, Victoria. What the hell is wrong with you? Next time at least say something before you just pull me aside. You know what's out there-"

"I don't give a fuck. You really don't get it, do you? Three years, and now you're just back. Acting like nothing happened." Victoria said with a sour tone. Scarlet sighed softly as she was berated once more. She knew what was going to come, and she knew full well that Victoria had a point, and it was very well made. But now wasn't the time for this. Scarlet had to get back to the front of the saloon, the smell and feeling of dread was only looming closer by the second. They were running out of time. "I know, and I will explain everything. I promise. But now, now is not the time for this, Victoria. After this is over, I will explain everything. I promise. You just need to go and hide with the others...You'll know when it's safe to come out. Just, stay safe...Please" the Revenant said with a slight tone of fear and sadness in her voice. Showing that she at least did still genuinely care. The other woman simply nodded begrudgingly and began to make her way back to the others, before stopping and turning once more, "You just better come back in one piece this time, you hear me?" she called out, Scarlet gave a small nod, and a shadow of a smile appeared on her face for a moment before she turned and walked back down the hallway. Things would end differently this time, it had to.

Within a few short seconds, Scarlet was back in the main room of the tavern, as an unfamiliar face quickly ran down the stairs with a weapon in his hand, explaining how there was someone up on the roof as backup support. The revenant gave him a cold nod as her greyed eyes scanned him over for a minute. If she didn't know any better, he would easily be one to be looked over in a crowd. But she knew the way that people carried themselves, how he was dressed and the expression he bore. Hunter. But how much he could be counted on remained to be seen. It was evident enough that the creatures had made their way into town, as screams and gunshots rang out over the town. Perfect, just perfect.

"I'd assume you all know what to do. Don't get careless or reckless. And for the love of god, do not get stupid." she said coldly as she looked at the others, before crouching back down behind the table as loud and heavy footsteps were making their way to the saloon. And then silence. Except for the screams and cries of those outside, the footsteps stopped just right outside of those slatted saloon doors. There was nothing between them and the beast except for the tables, which wouldn't do much in the long run. Give them a few extra seconds before they'd have to run or be on their feet.

Scarlet took in a deep breath, taking into account of how many there were. Normally wendigos stayed by themselves, rarely ever being more than one at a time. Nevermind the number that she assumed, simply based off the scent alone. It was far too strong to just be one, nevermind two. Scarlet looked around, seeing who she could at least make silent eye-contact with. Holding up three fingers so the others could see. Hoping they understood what she was trying to get across without words.

Peering through one of the small cracks in the table, Scarlet was able to see the skeletal form of the creature. Its slender and boney arm slowly outstretched, pushing the saloon doors open as it shuffled its all too large and gangly sized form into the building. The creature had to keep its hunched over stature as he crept around the saloon, sniffing the air as its twitchy movements of the head took action. It was looking for some sign of prey. Observing its movements helped her better understand what kind it was. It was slower, more dependant on scent and feeling around for things as it evidently felt one of the walls with its all too long and boney hand. Scarlet could have sworn she felt her heart drop as the creature slowly passed by where she was hiding, and quickly tilted its head to look at her. Its glazed over eyes scanning intently, but seemed to be looking over them all. Which was proven as Scarlet raised her hand in front of the creature's face, and waved her hand. The only reaction that was given was the beast shuffled along further into the back, as if looking for something in particular. Especially as it continued to smell around certain objects. It was hunting something, or more so someone, but why? And more importantly, who?

She could have sworn she felt her heart sink even more as the creature began to slowly make its way to the hallway which lead to the backrooms and the bathing rooms of the saloon. Scarlet wasn't about to let that thing just waltz over to the defenseless people, not like this. Scarlet knew better, but she couldn't stop herself as she rose to her feet and crept around from the tables as silently as she could. Reaching around behind her, she retrieved her shotgun, checking to make sure there were shells. Four. Perfect. Stepping back, there was a loud creak of one of the older floorboards beneath her feet. Giving off her position. The Wendigo shot its head over to her direction, letting out a blood-curdling scream, it blindly scrambled over the tables and the others that were hiding to make its way to its target.

As the wendigo scrambled over closely, Scarlet gave a nod to the others, quickly firing off a single round into the beast as it enclosed its proximity to her. All the buckshot managed to do was stall the beast for a moment, and it was quickly lunging towards her once more, slamming her through the doors of the saloon and out into the street with incredible strength and speed. Scarlet didn't know what she felt first. The ice-cold boney hand of wendigo on her, or the feeling of being flung out of the saloon doors like a tin can and tossed into the street. The air was knocked out of her lungs as she hit the hard ground of the dirt street that she found herself laying on. Trying to gasp for air, weakly getting to her feet, Scarlet scrambled to regain her weapon that had been forced out of her hand and scattered to the other side of the street. But within seconds the Wendigo was upon her again, sinking its teeth into her shoulder, which caused Scarlet to let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Get the fuck off of me, you bastard." the revenant exclaimed, gripping the wendigo's shoulder and tried forcing it off of her. The wendigo didn't seem to care and only continued to sink its teeth further and further into her shoulder, beginning to pierce the bone. Scarlet wasn't going to let herself be eaten alive or be torn to shreds by a damn beast, not like this. Not like some rabid dog in the street. But she didn't know what happened first, the all too loud and familiar sound of an incinerary buckshot hitting the beast or the second the beast let go of her shoulder. But Scarlet quickly scrambled away from the beast as it recoiled in the flames that quickly overtook its body. She knew it would only last a few seconds and then the flames would quickly go out, "Aim for its head when on fire it's their weak spot!" she exclaimed, not expecting anyone to pay much attention as her eyes finally focused on the panic and chaos that took place in the streets.

Countless bodies laid strewn across the street. Half-eaten and dismembered by the other beasts blood-thirsty rampage. Scarlet got back to her feet as quickly as she could, grasping her shoulder for a moment, blood quickly covered her entire hand as the warm liquid oozed out from the grizzly wound on her shoulder. Just what she needed, Scarlet cursed to herself. Looking up to the rooftops, a few figures were seen. Obviously the backup that the the younger man had told her about earlier. But that on the roof of the saloon, so who was the one above one of the other stores? Scarlet didn't have much time to venture a guess, but she didn't much care to know, all she knew was that the figure was firing upon the wendigos whenever she had to chance to, something she could at least be grateful for. But something felt off about the figure, something Scarlet knew all too well. Another Revenant. At least there was a few others, as something always seemed to alert Revenants whenever another was around. Something she never fully got over. But now wasn't the time to dwell on this.

Scarlet managed to retrieve her shotgun, and as she took aim for one of the other wendigos, as best as she could with her now injured shoulder, something came from outside of her eyesight and slammed into her. The force alone was strong enough to fling her into the windows of one of the stores. The sound of glass and wood crashing and breaking under her weight and the force at which she was tossed so carelessly was the only thing she was able to take in. Letting out a small groan as she rolled onto her back as she laid on the floor of the building she was now in. Today really wasn't her day, and she was slowly growing tired of it. After a moment, Scarlet slowly rolled onto her side, and staggered to her feet, gripping her shoulder which now had fragments of shattered glass and wood now in the fresh wound. Cursing under her breath, Scarlet looked around her new environment. From the looks of it there were shelves with all kinds of varied items. She was in some sort of store. Figures.

The revenant let out a sigh, retrieving one of her pistols from her hip. She was slowly running out of patience. Looking to the side as she remembered hearing what sounded like a scream from behind the counter earlier. There was a rather young looking girl hidden behind the counter. Scarlet let out a small sigh and shake of her head, "I doubt you know how to use this, but it's better than nothing." she said rather coldly, tossing the pistol to the shopkeeper. "I'm going to want that back later though." Scarlet said, her tone lightened up slightly, giving a small wink to the girl before she turned and jumped out of the shattered and broken hole in the wall that used to be a large, glass bay window.

Her feet hit the wooden floorboards of the porch of the line of buildings she was on. Looking around Hunters were now out in full force as they shot at the beasts. From above and the street. Scarlet just wished this was already over. She didn't know if it was the pain in her shoulder or the fact that all she wanted was a peaceful drink at the local taverns. She just really wanted this to be over and done with. Eyeing her shotgun that was in the middle of the street, she quickly retrieved it, and hid alongside the side of one of the buildings. Swapping the regular buckshots for the other ammo she had with her. If only she could have gotten to her horse would she have been able to get her fire jars, but she didn't have the time for that. Keeping her head low and out of sight, only taking shots at the Wendigos when she had the opportunity to. This was going to be a long day, and an even longer night.

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Addie almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice next to her. It was the hunter she'd seen enter the bar earlier, the one who'd put everyone else on edge. This close to her, Addie could see why. Those grey eyes were just too distinctive. But the woman handed Addie four shells. Addie nodded at the instruction to spare them. There were very few weapons that could really take down these creatures, and they were like gold dust. Best chance was just to try and minimise damage.

The Revenant stood up and went to check on something elsewhere in the tavern, and Addie kept her eyes focused on the doors. This wasn't the first time they'd had to defend themselves against an attack, but that didn't change the fact that they still suffered huge amounts of damage in them, and that they still lost far too many lives. And no matter how many times they went through them, they still never had much of a chance against the monsters.

The arrival of someone down the stairs had Addie looking at him down the end of the barrel, but once she recognised him as one of their own, she lowered the gun, scanning him quickly. She didn't have much of a chance to make a judgement on him though, as the sounds of screams and gunshots began. They were here, then.

She caught the revenant's eye as the woman silently held up three fingers. Well shit. Dealing with one of them was hard enough, let alone three. And one of them had just walked into her saloon. It became immediately obvious the creature was blind, which unfortunately, didn't make it any less dangerous. Their hearing more than made up for it. The creature, however, almost seemed to be looking for something or someone. When it started heading towards the back, where the unarmed were, the revenant jumped into action, and Addie checked her shotgun was loaded. Freshly loaded and ready to deal with trouble.

And then the revenant started that trouble by stepping on an old floorboard and giving away her position. The monster charged straight for her and slammed her out through the doors of the saloon, following it's target. The revenant would be the best suited to deal with that, Addie determined, and instead decided they needed to make sure the innocents got out okay. She caught the eye of the other hunter. "Help me get these out," she ordered, heading in to the back room. She had a back exit, out through the kitchens, and it might just get them far enough away from the fight and the monsters to avoid catastrophe. She threw open the door and started beckoning them out. "Run! Come on, before that thing comes back!" She called. If the monster came back and found them, they'd be sitting ducks, and Addie refused to let that happen in her goddamn saloon.




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God, of all days to come into town. If he'd stayed home on the ranch, he would have had time to at least be a little more prepared. The one good thing about all of this was that they at least seemed to have a decent few hunters around. Which was good, because David was pretty sure they were dealing with multiple wendigos.

He heard a voice screaming at him from the rooftop, asking if he was going to do anything. He silently swore, glancing up at the roof. The woman had been in the store too, but he hadn't paid all that much attention to her at the time. Apparently, she'd noticed him, though. He leaned over the overturned cart and fired two rounds into the creature, but that just seemed to piss it off more. He ducked back under cover in time for it to jump, as it leaped to the roof to try and attack the woman. David took the momentary distraction to reload the shotgun. As he looked up to try and aim at the wendigo again, he instead saw a figure jumping from the roof and crashing into the cart, destroying his cover.

The creature had noticed, however, and wasn't happy about it's target attempting to escape. As it launched itself into the air, David emptied a few more rounds into it. It slowed it down for just a second, and that was enough. David knew the only way to kill the thing was fire. Checking his pockets, he found what he was looking for in the form of a box of matches. David grabbed the woman and pulled her away from the cart, before throwing a lit match onto the cart. The dry wood caught easily and the wendigo screamed out in pain.

"You're welcome," he said, turning to face the woman. It was only then he caught a glimpse of those distinctive grey eyes and smirked. Of course she was a revenant too.

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Josephine was a bit more relieved when the Revenant below her started taking some shots at the wendigo. Most Revenants spent their time as hunters, hunting down these wendigos, skinwalkers, and other such monsters, but Josephine didn’t, she didn’t exactly carry around the special ammo or weapons to directly deal with them. All she could hope for right now is that enough bullets would put down this monster.

Before Joe could fire more shots at the beast, a red-haired woman seemed to burst through the doors of the saloon across the small street, and it didn’t entirely seem like she did it on her own accord. It wasn’t long until a second wendigo jumped through the doors and quickly onto the red-haired woman, who quickly screeched out in pain. Josephine wasn’t sure how much a bite from a wendigo hurt, but she wouldn’t find out today. She quickly fired at the wendigo pinning the woman, distracting it for a second as the pinned woman fired a buckshot and gave herself some space.

As Josephine reloaded, a third wendigo entered the street and was sniffing around. God damn, what the fuck in this town is attracting these monsters She thought to herself. She noticed that the woman that was just a bit hadn’t seen the other wendigo, and it was already heading towards her. β€œHey l-” Joe tried to warn her, but it was too late. The beast had quickly tossed the woman into the building below her, going through a glass window. Though she was surprised that the wendigo quickly ran down a different alleway and away from them, though she wasn’t complaining, one less thing for her to deal with.

Though while she was distracted by the red-haired woman fighting and the two wendigoes, she had taken her eye off her original target, which was a bad idea. Behind her she heard the wendigo let out a screech, quickly catching her attention. β€œFuck…” Was all she could say before it lunged at her trying to pin her down, much like what happened to the other woman. Joe was able to roll out of the way and fire two shots at the monster, both barely grazing it’s limbs since she didn’t have time to line up a shot. She knew she couldn’t fight the wendigo in close proximity here on the roof and needed to get it back on the street where she would have more cover, and the quickest way down was jumping, which she quickly did.

Any normal human jumping and landing on a hard cart would’ve been hurt a little bit from the fall, but luckily Josephine’s *enhanced* abilities and physical stature softened the landing. But her little escape didn’t last long as the wendigo was already chasing her down. Before she could roll out of the way, the Revenant man from before had fired a few shots from his shotgun, injuring it, and pulling her front he cart, Joe barely able to grab her hat as she rolled onto the ground. As she stood up the man had quickly thrown a lit match at the cart and engulfing it in flames, the wendigo screeching in pain. Josephine aimed and fire two shots into the burning beast, causing it to finally stop moving as it continued to burn.

The man quickly told the woman you’re welcome, and seeing him look at her eyes, obvious now knowing the truth about her. β€œI was fine…” Josephine quickly said, before turning her attention to the other wendigo in the street, the one she was focusing on before she had to flee the roof. β€œIf you really want my thanks. Deal with this one.” She said, referencing the last wendigo in their area.

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The few people left in the store were in a panic- not that Temperance could blame them- and it was difficult to try to get everyone to stay calm and get anything helpful done. Requests that the people stay calm and help her move things to barricade the doors were met with panicked blabbering and hysterical crying. These people, it seemed, had already decided they were going to die, so there wasn’t much use trying to get them to do anything else. Wonderful, thought Temperance, I can’t move any of this on my own. The two middle aged women could have been plenty help, if they could stay calm. As it was, they were mostly just feeding off each other’s fear, and making Temperance feel more afraid than she had before.

She really felt as though she was getting a handle on things, when someone came crashing through the window. She screamed. The other women in the store screamed. There was crying. Temperance felt sure that this woman who’d come crashing through the window must be dead or dying. There was blood, and being hurdled through a window like that wasn’t something a person easily walks away from. Then she rolled over and got up. Honestly, that was more fear-inducing than the thought that Temperance had just watched someone die.

Tempe tried not to shrink back when the woman looked at her, but something about her was almost chilling. Every revenant or hunter Temperance had ever met had been so different (not that she’d met an abundance), and it was difficult to know what kind you were running into. She fumbled a bit when the hunter tossed her a gun, saying she doubted Tempe knew how to use it. Temperance knew the basics, but she wasn’t sure she could do any good.

Temperance didn’t have much time to catch her breath after the woman jumped back through the window (she thought it was a bad idea. The woman was already hurt. But she likely wouldn’t have listened to Temperance even if she’d given her the chance to speak out), shortly afterwards Temperance saw another wendigo jump up, presumably to the roof. β€œShit,” She mumbled, more to herself than anything. That wasn’t in the plan.

Then the woman from before- who Temperance had let on the roof- came tumbling down, breaking a cart that was sitting there. It was stupid and impressive, but the wendigo followed quickly after, and before long the creature was on fire. It’s screams were probably the worst sound that Temperance had ever heard in her life, but the two people outside the shop (Temperance assumed they were both hunters, like the woman who’d been flung through her window. She had no way to be sure, but who else knew how to deal with monsters?) quickly took care of the beast. Temperance didn’t know much about wendigos, or what killing them entailed, but knowing that there was one less running through the town was a relief. She let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.

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Manuel had been on the road for a long time. Too long. It had been weeks since he’d eaten a proper meal (meaning: not something he’d killed and cooked up that was hardly palatable), and even longer since he’d slept in a proper bed. He figured it was long past time he was able to properly bathe and wash his clothing. Maybe sleep longer than was typically considered acceptable. Needed some supplies, too. So he’d decided: the next town he came across, he was going to stop in for a few days. He had been ignoring towns and people for the last while (read: most of the past five years of his life), he mostly found them to be distracting. It was almost as if he were afraid he would find a place he liked, would want to stay, put down roots again. This life was almost like a punishment he was imposing on himself, though only heaven knew when he would decide he’d suffered enough.

The closer he got to the next town, though, an unmistakable scent filled the air. Wendigos. And during the day. That wasn’t in the plan. The idea that he could just change course and skip over to the next town didn’t even cross Manuel’s mind: he’d become a hunter, and hunting these things was what he did. It was what he’d reinvented himself to be. There was no question that he was going to go on into town to help out. Besides, sometimes when you save someone’s life, you get a free meal out of it, and that was more than he asked for as a hunter.

He left his horse on the edge of town. He didn’t tie her up too tightly; hopefully, if it came to it, she would be able to get free and run to safety. Or to her death. Either way, she wouldn’t die tied up and completely helpless, which made him feel better about it. She was the only friend he had; with him on the long days, and cold nights. Good listener, too. Not much of a conversationalist, though. That was fine, though. She was really the only living thing Manuel ever confided in, told his worries to. She was also the last link he had to his life before monsters had torn his life apart. Miel felt like family, and Manuel would likely never be able to forgive himself if he knew she’d somehow suffered.

He heard the commotion in town from a ways off. It was the standard thing you hear during a monster attack, regardless of the type. Gunshots, screaming, crying, more screaming. It was strange, really, how you got used to the sounds of human suffering. Over time, it began to feel like just another day. At first, that had made Manuel feel guilty; but just like the horrors he’d seen had stopped being shocking, the guilt faded in time, too.

He quickly took in what he could; there was a lot happening. Through the chaos, he noticed a few things: this town had a seemingly disproportionate number of hunters hanging around, and at first glance they seemed to have things under control. There was a bit of property damage, but being caught by surprise tended to end that way. But Manny knew that fighting just one of these things was tough, and could be exhausting. There was one, moving through the streets. The way it moved, Manuel figured it must be blind. It was sometimes hard to tell, but he would bet on it.

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The other hunter only stuck around just long enough for her to clear the tavern, before disappearing without a word. She just shook her head as she peered out back out on to the main street. As far as the destruction went, the tavern appeared to have fared relatively lightly. The window of the general store was smashed in, and a few other buildings looked a little worse for wear. At least that was something. And what was more, looking around, there only seemed to be one more of the creatures roaming around. It's behaviour patterns seemed to be that of a blind wendigo, which was a blessing and a curse. Blind wendigos presented their own issues.

There was a man standing a few hundred yards away from Addie. She didn't recognise him, which meant he probably hadn't been around all that much. Addie had learned to remember faces over the years, and she didn't think she'd forget that face in a hurry. From his stance, she figured this probably wasn't the first time he'd seen or dealt with something like this, but standing out in the street like that was dangerous, even if the wendigo was blind.

"If I were you, sir," she called, just loud enough for him to hear her, always keeping her eyes on the wendigo, "I'd keep moving. We've got this in hand, plenty of hunters in town today," she said as she reached him. "Don't want yourself getting caught up in a fight unless you really have to."

She wasn't quite sure what it was that drew the creature's attention towards them, whether it was their quiet discussion or something else entirely, or a complete coincidence, but the wendigo turned and fixed its cloudy gaze right on them. "If you're gonna run, run now, else you're helping me take down this thing," she said, fixing her shotgun on the monster. There was a few moments, probably just seconds, where neither moved. And then a gunshot from somewhere else made the creature scream, a bone-chilling sound, and charge right for her.

The shells the revenant had given her seemed to slow it down, but it didn't stop it either. A blow of it's powerful claws sent her flying, hitting the ground with enough force to drive the air from her lungs and daze her. She'd dropped the gun somewhere, but she wasn't physically capable of looking for it right then.




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David just rolled his eyes at the woman as she told him to deal with the last remaining wendigo, and turned to assess the situation. It was the blind one, but its attention was fixed on a number of individuals near the tavern. David scanned the area to see if there was anyone else who was better prepared to deal with it. He didn't see who took the shot at it, but all it seemed to do was anger it. It apparently decided the two nearest it were the easiest targets and charged towards them. David was already running towards them, gun in hand. Whatever weapon the woman had seemed to be slightly more effective than a normal shotgun, but she was still no match for it. The creature knocked her to one side.

"HEY!" He shouted, hoping to try and draw the Wendigo's attention away. The arrival of another person appeared to be enough to distract it for long enough for David to get closer, close enough for the creature to perceive him as an equal threat. He wasn't quite sure what his plan was, other than to find a way to set the creature alight, and try and draw it away from the regular townsfolk. He caught the man's eye and just hoped the man had enough sense to either run as soon as he could, or else know how to fight a wendigo. He raised his own gun and fired a shot at the creature, which was enough for it to turn and charge towards him. David turned and ran, knowing the wendigo would easily catch up, but wanting to draw him away from the townsfolk.

It caught up to him in even less time than he'd expected, tackling him and throwing him to the ground with what probably would have been enough force to knock anyone else out. But it only dazed him for a moment, before he felt the ice cold burn of claws tearing through clothes and skin. The creature was pinning him to the ground, and the stench was unbelievable. He acted almost instinctively, grabbing his gun and using it as a club, swinging it for the creature's head. It was enough to distract it for a moment, but not enough for him to get free, and if anything, it just seemed to enrage the monster.

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Temperance couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the action in the streets. There was a part of her that knew she would be better off not looking; violence wasn’t something she was particularly fond of, but something about not watching the work of the brave souls fighting the monsters felt wrong to her. So she watched. She noticed when the woman who’d previously been up on the roof slipped away, though just barely through the chaos in the streets. Tempe didn’t pay her much mind.

It wasn’t long before it seemed to be over, and people were out on the streets again; tending to the wounded, checking to make sure their friends and family weren’t among the dead. Temperance had half a mind to run straight home to her parents, check in on her sisters.

Her fingers shook slightly as she unlocked the doors of the shop, the thought that there wasn’t much point in staying locked up when the window busted out did occur to her, but she brushed it aside in favor of flinging the doors open and stepping out into the street. Almost instinctively, she started to look around. Who was she looking for? She didn’t know, but perhaps she would know when she found them.

She spotted her, the woman who’d crashed through the window, given her a gun, and then left. Temperance almost didn’t even remember her asking for the gun back, but she figured she’d probably like to have it. Tempe felt comforted by the presence of Darcy and Benji, as familiar faces tended to do.

The hunter- revenant- looked… Worse for wear. Really, the entire group was in various states of injury, or lack thereof. Still, Temperance didn’t want to be stuck with someone else’s gun; didn’t need to be accused of something she hadn’t done. β€œUm, thank you,” She smiled, glancing at the man sharing the bench with the revenant. He was the other one that had been in her shop, then she looked at Darcy, β€œIf you need anything from the shop, it’s yours. They put me in charge today, so I recon I can make that call.” She turned back to the woman who’d lent her the gun, and held it out to her, so she could return it, β€œI didn’t need it. Thank you, though.”


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The woman who called out to him seemed pretty confident. Plenty of hunters in town, so they likely could handle things just fine, so when she suggested he move on, it was tempting. But he would have felt guilty leaving the woman to deal with the creature, especially now that she was more than an abstract idea. β€œMiss, I don’t doubt that you all-”

He stopped mid-sentence when the creature turned to them. Frankly, the blind ones had always scared him the most; it was hard to tell if they’d really locked on to you, or if the creature would move on. The woman mentioned running, or else helping her take down the wendigo. In his mind there really wasn’t much of a choice; he wasn’t about to leave this woman alone with a monster, regardless of how confident she was in her own abilities. He’d started to quickly look around, see if there was anywhere better to lead the monster, anything they could use to more easily light it up, when a stray round of gunfire spooked the beast.

As the creature charged, Manuel took a few instinctive steps back. Whatever rounds the woman had in her gun worked better than standard bullets, but it wasn’t quite enough. A pang of guilt hit Manny’s chest as the creature sent her flying; as if there was much he could have done in the first place. He knew he didn’t have much time, and he needed to get the wendigo’s attention off of the woman, or else there was a good chance she’d wind up pretty badly hurt.

Of course, some idiot yelling was a good way to change the beast’s attention, too. Manny wondered briefly if the man had a plan, and it quickly became apparent that no, he didn’t have a plan, or even anything resembling one. It was tempting to let the guy lay in the bed he’d made, but Manny found himself looking down the street, mentally grasping for something he could do. The woman running up the street looked like she had it more under control, so he turned back to the woman who’d been knocked to the ground.

β€œYou alright, miss?” Clearly, the woman had seen better days, but she didn’t appear to be badly hurt. Still, Manny felt bad that she'd taken the hit at all.