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Damian Orion

"I'm a sociopath."

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a character in “The Uninfected: Reboot”, as played by ThatStupidPunk

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{"I like being a sociopath."}



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|Full Name|
Damian Orion

|Name Meaning|
Damian|Son of the devil
Orion|Greek hunter/constellation

|Age|
25

|Gender|
Male

|Height|
6'

|Weight|
160lbs

|Sexuality|
Bisexual



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|Powers|
Mental Breakdown
Death Empowerment

|Applications|
Pain Inducement|Primarily what Damian uses his powers for and is most skilled at. It works like an illusion and tricks people into believing they're in agonizing pain. It grows stronger the less amount of people it's used on. It typically feels like blood vessels popping on normal sized-small groups and then like a ear bleeding ring for crowds.
Empathy Masochism|This is something Damian only uses while torturing people since it's such a ritualistic process that involves consuming the blood of his victim and forcing them to ingest a drop of his. This then links them and they endure whatever pain Damian inflicts on himself.
Torment Inducement|This only works on individual victims of his that he tortures or if he's facing off against one person. It essentially torments them with whatever they feel guilty about and on rare occasions, will drive a person mad.
Insanity Inducement|It's not entirely effective and takes a long time to actually make someone go mad. He usually just makes people go a bit loopy or delusional for temporary amount of time.
Will Breaking|After repetitive and long amounts of torture and torment, Damian is able to shatter the will of others.
Psychic Feedback|Attempting to infiltrate Damian's mind at all will reflect back to the user and cause unbelievable amounts of mental pain until they give up.
Enhanced Condition|After Damian kills someone infected, his physical condition enhances temporarily giving him the same edge performance drugs would on an athlete.

|Strengths|
Torture|Damian is the best at torture and inquisition which makes his powers perfect for it and also explains why he's the head inquisitor for the government.
Sociopath|He's not affected by normal human emotions and isn't held back by them. He also has no problem killing someone and actually quite enjoys it.
Intelligence|Damian's greatest asset is his intelligence. It's the only thing that remains strong when his body becomes weak.

|Weaknesses|
Death Empowerment|He needs to kill someone that's infected in order to get a boost and if he goes too long with out it, he will grow weaker and weaker physically.
Mental Breakdown|His power is mostly used for one on one and torture except for inflicting illusions of pain.
Mental State|Being a sociopath means he's not entirely there when it comes to mental health.



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|Personality|
Sociopath|Even the blind could tell that Damian is a sociopath and a serial killer. He does nothing to hide his evil nature and the government actually uses that to their advantage considering he's killed so many infected.

Masochist|Not only his he sadistic, he gets off on pain and torture even when i's being inflicted on human. He finds odd sexual pleasure in it and treats torturing people like his 'special time'.

Intelligent|Damian is very intelligent and picks up on new things quickly but he applies it in a cunning way using it to talk his way out of trouble and come up with plans that only benefit him.

Charismatic|Despite his evil nature, he is some how able to come off as charming and attract people to him.



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|Equipment|
AR-15
Standard military issue. Not something he enjoys using but he takes it with him outside of camp only because it's required.

Trench Knife
Damian has two of these that he enjoys using during an up and close type of fight. He finds the shape practical and useful for his fighting style since it makes each punch and strike cause a cut on impact if done successfully.

Knife
His favorite tool that he uses for torturing and killing his victims.

Automatic Knife
A specially design automatic knife that comes out the front. He stole it off of someone else and has been carrying it since.

Sledgehammer
Everyone and their grandmother should know that one simply can not survive the zombie apocalypse without a blunt weapon.

Backpack
Keeps extra food, clothes, medical supplies, and other supplies in their.

Smoke Bombs and Pellets
Useful for escaping.



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|Face Claim|
Chris Wood
|Hexcode|
69AD4C
|User|
ThatStupidPunk

So begins...

Damian Orion's Story

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It started off just like any other normal day for Damian. The sun was shinning and he was in an exceptionally good mood. Damian decided to stroll outside the camp walls and enjoy the splendid day for as long as possible. He walked through the same trail he did on every day just like this one with a fresh apple in hand. Things went the way they always did until suddenly they didn't...

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Damian awoke from what felt like a deep slumber lying flat on a trail. He sat up and looked around while scratching his head and realizing her had blood on his neck but no wound he could find. There was an open bag and a gun next to him and he found a cloth within the bag that he used to clean up before grabbing the gun and standing up. The motion from standing up cause him to feel something cool bounce against his chest under his shirt. Damian pulled on the chain around his neck to find the cool object to be two metal tags. He decided to read one of them:

ORION
DAMIAN
1212-46-8962
AB POS
CATHOLIC

Damian tucked the tags away under his shirt like they had been before and looked down at his clothes. He patted them down before finding an ID and grabbing what he assumed was his bag and gun. He wasn't sure what was going on but he may as well play the part and figure out where this 'Orion Damian' lives and what he does. He straightened up his odd looking clothes but rolled the sleeves up since he was feeling a bit hot in them.

He was just beginning to walk down the trail when a hand landed on his shoulder. "There you are we've-" Damian flinched and spun around only to watch the stranger suddenly begin to cry out in pain and drop to the ground. Damian stood there in shock unsure of what was happening, He only her the man mutter the words 'infected' before he made a grab for his gun and Damian made a grab for his as well and fired quickly. The man dropped to the ground and blood pooled around him. Damian knelt down in front of him scared and confused. His hand touched the blood and it felt... Warm and nice. He was dressed the same way and Damian quickly stood up and went the direction he came from until he saw high walls and others dressed just like him and the stranger. He kept a hand on his gun when one of them approached him. "There you are, Damian. We heard gun shots. Were there infected?" He used the same word as the other and Damian simply nodded. The man scoffed. "Always out having fun without us." He lead Damian inside the camp and he eventually got away giving Damian the chance to explore and figure out what was going on.

Damian slipped away under a tent when he spotted an empty computer. He turned it on and search the name on his tag and a list of information popped up on him:

Name: Damian Orion
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 160lbs
Blood Type: AB Positive
Rank: Officer
Position: Lead Interrogator

Damian left the computer and began walking through the camp when another large hand landed on his shoulder but Damian was careful not to react. "There you are, Damian." The larger older man said. "We've been looking all over for you. Damian simply gave a small grin and responded, "Were you?" The man shook his head and began leading him away. Damian complied. "We have someone for you to use you 'talents' on. Another infected. Get me answers, execute them afterwards, and then report back to me when you're done. Try not to make too much of a mess this time." Damian nodded and the man pushed him into a room and closed the door. The room was dimly lit and cold with no cameras. No mics(Damian checked). It was only him and another girl tied up in the air like an animal. She seemed entirely normal to him but the man labeled her as 'infected' just like the stranger labeled him.

Damian circled around her and then eventually stopped before her and folded his arms. "So you're infected?" He asked her. "So what?" The girl spat at him and Damian wiped it off his cheek. "That wasn't very smart." Damian reacted to her the same way he felt with the stranger and the girl began to scream out in pain. Damian enjoyed it. He eventually stopped and sweat began to drip down the girl. He took a step towards her. "If you give me answers, I'll make it stop." The girl glared at him and he did it again. When he stopped, she was an open book on everything she knew. Once she was done, Damian did as he was told and took the knife strapped to his belt and slit her throat. Damian suddenly felt... Powerful.

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Sawyer just went along with everything that was happening. Did he know who he was? No.... Well yes but no. Just a name and basic information on a dog tag. He had no idea how he was supposed to act, what was going on and what he was doing, well where ever he was. The only piece of information he was able to find out was that he is a General which just added extra pressure to his amnesia. It'd be one thing if this happened when he was alone at his house or wherever. But he wasn't, he was in the middle of some sort of war with these things that are "infected" as everyone keeps putting it. It all was enough information to give him a headache.

"General Knox!" Another soldier ran up to him. Sawyer had to fight the urge to yell at the youngster and tell him to hit the road. He had had enough for the time being. He cleared his throat, "Calm down soldier. What do you need?" Once the young man had could up with Sawyer, he took a second to catch his breath before speaking. "Sergeant Monroe wants to see you immediately!" Shit! Am I supposed to know who that is?! Sawyer kept his composure the best he could. "Alright then. Take me to him."

It didn't take long for the solider to lead him to a large tent seemingly towards the rear of the barricade. Once there the soldier stood at attention beside the entrance. Sawyer could only assume the man wasn't allowed inside, maybe due to his rank? Either way, he nodded his head towards the young man before dipping into the tent. "There you are Knox." The Sergeant stood with his back towards Sawyer, seeming to be looking over maps of Nebraska. "I heard about your bravery taking on a hoard of Infected to save your soldiers' lives." He turned to face Sawyer, offering his right hand in a polite shake. "I knew I'd see great things from you." Sawyer shook his hand, while allowing himself to smile slightly. He didn't know what he had done but he still appreciated the compliment. "Thank you Sergeant."

After the handshake the Sergeant cleared his throat, standing more erect. "Pleasantries over soldier. I brought you here to debrief you on somethings you've missed while out cleasing." The Sergeant held out a file towards Sawyer, who took it and began to look over its contents while the Sergeant continued talking. "We have discovered that this pandemic infection isn't quite as simple as we thought... Most who become infected turn into mindless hungry fuckers that you and I have the pleasure of blasting their skulls open. But now there is a new development." He pointed to the information on the page that Sawyer was looking at. "We're calling them the Uninfected. Very original, I know... But they get infected just like every other zombie bastard but here's the catch. They have this rare genetic structure that allows the virus to bond with their DNA. It gives them... enhancements."

Sawyer couldn't help but laugh halfheartedly. Was it because this is unbelievable or because deep down he thinks he is one. "Zombie... X-men, sir?" The Sergeant laughed, "Basically. Armies based in L.A. and New York say that these Uninfected have no memory of who they are or what happened to them before their infection." Sawyer had to use every ounce of effort he had to hold his composure. Oh my god.... I'm an Uninfected. His gaze drifted towards his bandaged hand where he now knows he was bitten. Thankfully the Sergeant didn't notice and continued on. " The U.N. has ordered the Uninfected new priority. While cleansing you cannot leave a single Uninfected alive. Regular infected can be left if necessary for your own survival but priority is the extinction of the Uninfected."

"Sir. May I ask why it is so important to end these... Uninfected? I mean, couldn't they be useful against the infected to remove the pandemic?" The Sergeant nodded his head, "The U.N. feels that darwinism will take place as these Uninfected are now superior to the basic human. Not only that, experiments have found out that the Uninfected are capable of infecting humans that haven't been contaminated by the virus. So even if we get rid of all the zombies with the help of the Uninfected, the pandemic could return if one Uninfected decides to get fresh with a human." Sawyer nodded his head in understanding. "So that being said. There is a survivor spotted on traffic cams near the boarder of the city, 15 miles from the barricade on the opposite end of Omaha. I'm giving you clearance to take a vehicle and go get this survivor. Find out if she's Uninfected or not. You know what to do if she is." Sawyer nodded his head, turning to head towards the exit. "Oh and Knox, take Orion with you."

"Yes sir." Sawyer exited the tent. The solider that escorted him, patiently waiting outside. "Do you know where Orion is?" He nodded in response. "Good take me to him." It wasn't long before Sawyer was outside the tent. He didn't wait to enter seeing as to how he was a General, he could assume he was probably a higher rank. He entered the tent the moment he saw Orion slit the girls throat. Sawyer flinched slightly, glancing away in a different direction. "Orion. You're coming me with outside the barricade. Let's go." He turned to exit the tent, assuming the man was following him. He didn't know how he knew where to go to find the vehicles but he felt like he could walk there with his eyes closed. Upon reaching there a soldier handed him keys to a Humvee. "Full stocked with any weapons, projectiles and ammo you may need sir." "Very well... Let's go Orion." He nodded his head towards the truck before getting into the driver's seat. Once Orion was in, he took off through the gate into the devastated city.


They didn't have any run ins with zombies on their way towards the other side of the city. During the long drive, Sawyer told Orion everything the Sergeant told him in the tent prior. As they reached the long state route towards the location of the survivor, Sawyer cautiously slowed down the Humvee. Once the car and girl were in sight, he made the vehicle come to a stop, shutting off the engine and getting out of the car with an assault rifle in his hands. He didn't want to scare the woman, so he walked up with the barrel pointed at the ground, only holding it in his right hand. "Ma'am?" He said as more of a warning to let her know they were there when he was about 20 feet away from her. "Are you alright?" He came to a halt roughly 10 feet from her. His gaze looking her over.

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Damian washed the blood flood down from the girl's neck as the rush of power grew. He felt like her was on a high. That was until he'd been interupted by an uninvited guest dressed similarly but different to him that happened to flinch. That's a bit odd for a soldier... He glanced back at the mysterious man when he spoke, "Orion. You're coming me with outside the barricade. Let's go." Damian didn't retaliate but he did give the man a smug grin with the blood splattered over his uniform. He didn't even bother changing shirts. He simply grabbed a rag as he followed the man who spoke as if he had authority while wiping off the fresh blood that went onto his skin. Damian wasn't entirely paying attention to anyone but somehow ended up exactly where he needed to be with the man like his feet had walked through this place a million times. That's also odd... Damian thought.

"Full stocked with any weapons, projectiles and ammo you may need sir." The soldier spoke to the man like he would to a boss which meant he had to be of a higher rank than Damian. Damian fell under Warrant Officer after he did some digging around on the computer to understand the ranking system here. He had authority over soldiers and sergeants but everyone else was above him. Damian glanced at the man's patch and instantly recognized it. He was the general. He's the general and flinched over the site of blood? Something wasn't right. "Very well... Let's go Orion." Damian snapped himself back to attention and followed the general into the truck. Damian spent the whole ride there studying the man trying to figure out what was going on. He was obviously hiding something but so was Damian...




Damian followed the general out the car and towards the girl laying out in the open. The general called out to her, "Ma'am?" He was hesitant in the way he moved where as Damian was completely nonchalant about the whole think thanks to the high he was on from that kill. "Are you alright?" She didn't look alright. "I ━ I can't feel my left lower leg, Damian stepped out away from the general to be properly seen and watched her gesture to her leg. The blood was dried now but there was a bite mark on it. A devious little smirk appeared on his face as he grew curious about the bite. "Nice. He muttered.

"are you here to help me?" She asked them. Damian held back the chuckle that very much wanted to come out. "That depends, gorgeous..." His smirk changed from being devious to more charming as he stepped closer and closer to her before kneeling down. He didn't even ask her about examining her wound. He simply put a hand on her leg and turned it like he'd done this before and examined the bite closely. He dropped his gun beside him since it annoyed him being in the way and grabbed the rag he'd used earlier on himself. It wasn't entirely sanitary but he felt it'd work better than convincing her to let him tear off a piece of her clothing. He wrapped the rag and tied it off before looking back at her and grabbing his gun. "I have a question for you... He stepped back and aimed his gun at her. "What exactly bit you?"

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"I ━ I can't feel my left lower leg," Sawyer's attention was drawn to glance over his shoulder towards the soldier as he stepped out from behind him. He shifted uncomfortably when he noticed the smirk that crossed Damian's face. "Nice." Sawyer quickly realized that this man may not be trustworthy. His attention shifted back towards the woman, noticing the bite on her calf. The sight made him then look down at his bandaged hand. He began to unwrap his hand wanting to study it in comparison to the bite in the woman's leg.

"Are you here to help me?" The woman asked them. Damian didn't hesitate to respond, "That depends, gorgeous..." Sawyer didn't like the sound of that at all. He was in charge not this demented solider. But Orion continued to close in on the woman. "Don't listen to him ma'am," Sawyer put the gun strap over his head, swinging it so it dangled behind his back as he moved up in pace with Orion, not trusting the man's intentions. When the solider grabbed the dirty blood stained rag, Sawyer quickly closed the distance. "You can't clean it with that!" He yanked the cloth from Damian, before he hand a chance to bandage the woman's leg, throwing it aside.

The everything else happened rather quickly. Orion grabbed his gun, stepping back and aiming down at the woman. "Stand down solider!" Sawyer barked the order but the man didn't listen. "I have a question for you... What exactly bit you?" Sawyer was furious, so angry he couldn't think straight. If this guy was in such a hurry to kill an innocent woman then how did he know that he wouldn't turn on his General. The anger fueled him and when he raised his hand towards Orion, the gun shot out of his hand, flying through the air until Sawyer held it in his out stretched hand. He then held the gun for Orion to see before using the telekinesis once again, sending the gun soaring over a mile away in the distance.

Sawyer then walked right over to Damian. Being a few inches taller than the solider he looked down at him, practically growling as he spoke. "You will obey or I will show you your heart before you have a chance to come at me." He then turned from the man, moving to a kneeling state before the woman. He made sure to move slowly, not to startle or alarm her. Sawyer looked over the wound on her leg, moving his hand beside it to compare his own bite mark. "Miss... Can you remember anything from before you blacked out?" Sawyer then showed the woman his identical bite mark, "Because I'm willing to bet you don't."

Sawyer reached into one of the pockets in his cargo pants, pulling out fresh bandages. He made quick of wrapping up her leg, then rewrapping his own hand. If they were going to go back to the barricade, they had to hide their bites or they'd be killed on sight. "I'm General Sawyer Knox." He said upon putting the bandages back in his pocket. "And what I'm about to tell you is going to be hard to digest." Sawyer proceeded to tell the girl everything... The infected, the Uninfected, what most likely happened to them, how they're wanted dead, everything. "So you're going to have to trust me because I'm your best bet at surviving this... You can't tell anyone what really happened. We'll just say that Orion over here shot you in the leg, disobeying orders." Sawyer glared over at Damian, before extending a hand towards the woman. "Can you stand?"

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Florence felt the man's body before he appeared from behind the blonde questioning her. A few inches taller than her, dark haired and scary, he approached her cockily, answering her question with a confusing answer, "that depends, gorgeous..." The smirk on his face unsettling Florence, unconsciously making her drag her legs closer to her body to shield herself. He obviously did not care about personal space, kneeling down in front of her and taking her leg in his hands, examining it. Florence's mouth curled into a grimace, and her eyebrows furrowed while she mumbled a few curse words due to the pain. Well, at least I can feel my leg again, she thought.

"Don't listen to him ma'am," she heard the other soldier say while the dark haired one tried wrapping her wound with a cloth of his own. She heard the blonde soldier complain about how it couldn't be sanitary to wrap her injury with that cloth, but everything else happened rather quickly. She hadn't noticed, but the dark haired soldier had put his gun down beside her while kneeling down, but he had grabbed it now and pointed it at the side of her head. "I have a question for you... what exactly bit you?"

Florence couldn't hide her fear, wincing away from the weapon and loosing concentration on keeping her wounds from bleeding, feeling the several cuts start leaking again and dipping her clothes in red. Feeling her own blood and the men's in front of her too was giving her a headache, she couldn't keep up with what was going on and what she was feeling. But before she could open her mouth to try and answer the soldier's question, Florence's eyes widened as she saw the blonde soldier point his hand towards the gun pointed at her, and it shooting across the air as if pulled by a magnet towards the soldier's extended hand and then towards the surrounding forest, away from them. Who are these people?

The blonde soldier walked over to the dark haired one, scolding him for disobeying orders. He then turned back to Florence, kneeled down and showed her a bite mark on his hand, almost identical to Florence's now bleeding one. "Miss... can you remember anything from before you blacked out?" he asked, "because I'm willing to bet you don't."

The girl raised her eyebrow questioningly, could she trust him? He had a bite mark like her too, so he must know what's happening. And, she did see he possessed super-human abilities like her. He was her best chance at knowing what the hell was going on here. "No, I don't remember anything," she admitted, sighing in defeat. The soldier reached into his uniform's pockets and pulled out a clean and fresh bandage to wrap her leg up. As he did, he introduced himself and his companion to her. "Can you stand?"

"I think I can manage," she said, using her wrecked car's door to pull her body up. Her leg felt much better, tingles running up and down its length which meant she could feel it now. The bleeding went on and off through her wounds, Florence not being able to manage everything at once yet because she didn't have much experience with her newly-found ability. "My name is Florence Moon... or so it says in my I.D. because I honestly can't remember anything yet," she addressed Sawyer, nodding at his instructions of keeping quiet about whatever he was going to say next.

Suddenly, before Sawyer could explain anything to Florence, she could feel the dark haired soldier's blood, Orion, doing weird patterns on his neck, as if his blood cells were closing up a wound. Turning her head to the side and staring at his eyes, she concentrated on his body better, feeling the blood gathering on his neck. "Wait a minute," she murmured addressing the dark haired soldier, "you were bitten too, I can feel the blood from it." Florence was sure what she said sounded crazy, but she could feel his blood as clearly as she felt hers and Sawyer's running through their bodies and injuries. Am I even human?

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Damian looked down at his hands and back at his 'general' when he ripped the gun from his hands without taking any step towards him. His devilish little smirk came across his face as all the pieces Damian had been working on soon fell together perfectly. "You will obey or I will show you your heart before you have a chance to come at me." Damian chuckled at his little threat. He had no idea did he? Damian held all the answers and all the chess pieces were in his favor. Checkmate General Knox... He thought to himself as Knox went to the girl just like him making more threats and promises. More lies for Damian to expose. Now it was the pretty little blondes turn to try and take a jab at him. "you were bitten too, I can feel the blood from it." Damian's evil little smirk spread even further.

"Well aren't you a troublesome little girl..." He tucked his hands behind his back and paced around but he never took a step towards them. He spoke to Knox next, "It's a bit unwise to make threats towards someone who holds the secrets you know nothing about." He stopped and spun on his heels to face them. "Even worse when you have no idea what they're capable of..." Damian stood tall and straight and never moved except for that same devilish smirk that always seemed to stay plastered on his face. His hands never moved and his body never flinched but something around them changed... Damian was using his power. He began to chuckled as his power brought forth terrible feelings of pain and he laughed as they groveled on the floor from what Damian just released on them. It felt stronger than when he used it before. Killing that girl must have been the cause considering how much more powerful he felt after.

"Here's the thing... I know more about what's going on than the two of you and I also know both of your secrets. Go ahead and expose me if you like but you'll be coming along with me going through what I just did to another girl like us. Though i imagine they'd be much more horrid to their precious general for his 'betrayal' to the human cause." He laughed at Knox after picturing what they may do to him if they found out. "Quite honestly I think the pretty one would get the quickest death but if you want to avoid any of that... You're going to have to keep me around. So what do you say?" He finally released them and clapped his hands together. [b]"Feel like making a deal with the devil?"

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"You were bitten too, I can feel the blood from it." Damian was smirking, and the comment only made him smirk more. It made so much sense to Sawyer, looking back on it now. But the way the man was grinning made him uneasy. "Well aren't you a troublesome little girl..." He spoked to the girl as he paced around before turning his attention to Sawyer. "It's a bit unwise to make threats towards someone who holds the secrets you know nothing about... Even worse when you have no idea what they're capable of..."

Damian began to stand tall before Sawyer, if anything growing more devilish. It was only a matter of time before he felt an excruciating pain flare up throughout his entire body. The growing torment causing his body to convulse and crumple him to his knees. "Here's the thing... I know more about what's going on than the two of you and I also know both of your secrets. Go ahead and expose me if you like but you'll be coming along with me going through what I just did to nother girl like us. Though i imagine they'd be much more horrid to their precious general for his 'betrayal' to the human cause... "Quite honestly I think the pretty one would get the quickest death but if you want to avoid any of that... You're going to have to keep me around. So what do you say?""

Sawyer couldn't help but chuckle as he held his abdomen. Damian released his grip from them to ask, "Feel like making a deal with the devil?" Sawyer wasn't going to amuse Orion's superiority complex. The man thought himself more powerful than he was and he needed to learn his place. He quickly shot up to his feet, shooting a hand out mid air towards Damian. Without touch, his force entrapped Damian's heart and yanked it towards him. Not enough to rip it from his chest, but enough to cause Damian's heart to beat irregularly as it forcefully presses against his ribcage. Simultaneously, Sawyer's other hand extends to again use his ability to tighten the man's esophagus.

Knox slowed closed the distance between him and Damian. "No... You know what I have elected to tell you. I do not have to do anything. Keep you around or not, the moment you go to turn me or Florence, you also turn yourself in. And if I'm going down... I'm dragging you to hell with me." With a forceful shove, Sawyer pushed him away and released him.

Without another word, he made his way towards Florence. He could tell the woman was still having trouble. So he slipped one arm behind her knees while his other arm hooked around the woman's back. Gently sweeping her off her feet, he carries her back towards their vehicle. "You shouldn't strain yourself."




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Ivy's attention was drawn towards a woman who neared them. She was covered in blood, but she raised her hands as if surrendering and said, "I come in peace!" Ivy could tell the girl was a little shaken up, they all were. So in attempts to make her feel more at ease, she shot the woman a friendly smile while motioning for her to join them. Obviously she wasn't a threat or one of those things she not too long ago encountered. She saw the woman's eyes drift to the crowbar that was hooked in her belt loop. "Oh... Hey. Don't worry, it's for protection that's all."

"Um... You uh, wouldn't happen to know what's going on here?" Ivy was taken by surprise slightly. Did it seem like she did know what was going on? She did have a weapon, but other than that, she had no idea. She laughed nervously, scratching her head. "Well...?" She let out a deep sigh. "I have no memories... Since before I woke up. And then I was ambushed by..." Ivy tried to think of words to describe what they were. "I honestly have no idea... They looked like humans that were just, crazed?"

Ivy shrugged her shoulder, resting a hand on the crowbar at her hip. "So... No I don't really know what's going on. " As she stood there she heard some rustling down a near by alleyway. She pivoted on her heels turning to look towards it. Her hand tightening on the crowbar. Despite her better judgement, she decided to make her way between the buildings. As Ivy looked down the corridor, she saw someone who seemed to be confused. "Hey! Are you ok?"

Bad choice. The person wasn't a person... It was one of those things. "Fuck..." She whispered under her breath. Ivy shouldn't have called out to it because now it was in a mad sprint towards her. But not just that one, Ivy heard more coming from deeper in the alley. She knew she couldn't fight them all. So as quick as she could, she pivoted and ran towards the handful of people. "Run... RUN!"