Beginning of the end-Zombie Apocalypse

The beaten remains of the infected littered the ground just a little ways in front of the twins. As they fought, a few more had decided to join the party. Elliot wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hoodie sleeve while his sister scoped out the rest of the area. Judging from where they were, the elder brother was sure that they would find something within the expensive houses. Be it crackers or a single bottle of water, they were bound to find something. Now that he thought about it, they could occupy one of the old houses and living in apocalyptic luxury until it was time to move again. The sun was going down, and it would be a horrible idea to travel by night.

"На прошлой неделе Эллиот... (Hey Elliot...)" Elia began as she noticed walkers heading in the same direction. "Почему всех зараженных в том же направлении? (Why are all the infected going in the same direction?)"

"Не уверен.. Но они должны найти нечто, что они хотели бы. (Not sure.. But they must have found something they like.)" Elliot concluded, his sister soon hearing the swear better than her brother.

Elia gasped as her light blue eyes widened in terror. "Боже мой! Эллиот, они после того, как то или иное лицо! (Oh my God! Elliot, they're after a person!)" She exclaimed as she tugged her brother's sleeve towards that direction.

"И? (And?)"

"Мы должны помочь ему, что вы на прошлой на прошлой неделе! (We have to help him you heartless shit!)" Elia exclaimed once more, her crowbar ready as she dashed towards the direction of the man.

Was his sister fucking insane? The man was done for, there was no point in saving him. Though, the childish girl was fully determined to rush to the stranger's aid. Elliot shook his head in frustration then ran after his sister, catching sight that a runner was going in that direction at alarming speed. If he didn't do anything, that runner would tackle her before she could perform her good intention. Elliot ran faster, his bat ready as he approached the running infected who was now approaching his sister. Elia swung her crowbar at one of the walkers the man was holding back. The crowbar easily broke through the back of the infected's head, making them limp within the stranger's hold. Elliot swung his bat forward, creating a devastating force for the runner so intent on eating his sister. The swing as well as the speed the runner ran, it was nearly enough to rip the zombie's head right off of its shoulders. The satisfying crack of their skull would have to do. The younger sister swung her crowbar again, the metal penetrating the other infected's skull, causing it to fall limp in the man's grasp as well. Elia offered a friendly smile to the man as she wiped the blood from her face, two heavy thuds sounding as the dead walkers fell.

"Hello! We hear you in trouble so we come help-" Elia began to tell him, hearing her brother from a distance.

"Вы вчера вечер!? (ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID!?)"

"Do not listen to him.."
 
The infected in his left hand had been mere inches from his face when suddenly a chunk of metal burst through it's eye socket, causing it to release a final moan before dying once again. Alex's eyes widened in suprise. Moments later, the zombie he grasped in his right hand was dispatched with ease. He released his grip on the undead, dropping them both to the floor. He looked at the young girl infront of him; her adorable features covered in gore made for an almost unsettling picture.
She spoke then; her words coated with a thick, russian accent. The male yelled something in what Alex presumed to be Russian, which the girl then just shook off.

He met her eyes then. Her face held a certain kindness that seemed foreign in Alex's new world.
"You saved me." The statement was as emotionless as his facial expression. It was almost as if he were disapointed by the second chance. Alex's glance went between this girl and what he assumed to be her brother. His expression was that of pure rage. He stared at her for a moment longer, unsure how to feel.

"Thank you..?" The words came out more as a question. He imagined he must look strange. Just having had his life saved and yet he stood there, a pained expression painted across his face, looking like a broken man.
 
The rooftops provided excellent cover for jack, sure if there was someone in a more elevated position than he was, surely he'd be shot at. But from bellow, he had the upper hand from his position. Even though he wasn't familiar with the city, he was family with urban areas. When his father was at work, he took it upon himself to stay physically fit, but in his own way. So he became what he called a "urban runner" using the rooftops, ledges, alleyways, to his advantage. This would certainly prove useful in a scenario such as this.

But before he could even take another step towards the ledge, he heard a terrifying screech of a runner. He saw, as the monster ran at frightening speeds at a target that looked pinned down from the walkers that "was" in front of the buildings door he was on. The man put on a fight, taking out two, before the other two had their way with him...that was until two more showed up, holding what looked like as blunt weapons. Rescuing the man from his demise. Jack watched this all go down, from a rooftop not far from the survivors. Though he quietly watched, not wanting to draw attention. He heard their chatter, he couldn't make out what they were saying, but it appeared to be non hostile by the tone of their voice. He questioned if he was visible to them or not, thanks to the darkened sky, he hoped it would shroud his appearance.
 
Elia frowned at the man before her. Usually one would be happy that they were given a second chance at life. But.. it didn't take a genius to know that this man didn't appear to be grateful for it. Elliot approached the two, not wanting to leave his sister alone with a stranger for too long. After all, the man may get some funny ideas. The elder brother's light blue gaze met the other man's, something familiar within them. His mind flashed back to when they were forced to abandon their parents to the infected. The sounds of their flesh being torn open, the moaning of the infected, the gurgled screams of agony before they became dinner. It scarred them both immensely, Elia the most. She held the same gaze as the stranger did in front of him. It was Elliot who had to pull her out of the abyss that was mental traumatization. He needed her and she needed him, now more than ever.

This man had nothing, he was broken worse than a shattered mirror. Elliot didn't have to be a psychologist to understand what the man was going through.

"Это мужчина неблагодарностью..? (Is this man ungrateful..?)" Elia quietly asked her brother, who shook his head.

"Нет ... вы сохранили сломанных челове́к. (No... You saved a broken man.)" Elliot responded to her. "This man is broken... he is not worth time."

"Everyone is worth time brother... Unless they are insane, we must help.." The younger sister replied to her brother, knowing Elliot switched to English just so the man could know they are speaking. Her light blue gaze went from her elder brother back to the stranger. "If you wish, you may come with us."

Her brother gave her a look after hearing her say those words. "It is all man for themselves sister. Why bring him if he is broken man?"

"Shush.. Survivors must stick together to stay alive.. Please brother, man's chance for survival will increase as well as ours... Humans have went from too many to too little quickly.. We need him.. like we need each other.." Her gaze fixed on the man again. "If you wish to do the accompanying of us, you may.. We will not force choice on you.."
 
Alex watched the exchange between the two with disinterest. It seemed that between the two, the girl seemed to be the more compassionate one. Alex wagered that although it was a good trait, it would often get her into some sticky situations, such as this one. That's where the man came in. He was more level headed, but at the cost of seeming cold hearted. He noticed that he'd actually saved the girl from the sprinting zombie, even if she hadn't. He could imagine that he'd saved her life more than a handful of times. Clearly this was a man who would do anything for the girl he protected.

Although he appriciated the two of them switching to english, a small flash of anger entered his features when the man referred to him as "broken". Yet the emotion faded as fast as it had appeared and he went back to feeling numb again.

'He's right... I am broken.'

Looking at the two of them, he couldn't help but be reminded of his daughter. The way the man stood protectivley over the woman, almost paternally. He took a deep breath in, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments, before slowly breathing out. Any emotion that had been on his face had vanished, replaced by a blank mask. He leaned down, picking up his bat before gauging the twins infront of him.

"I'd like to come with you. You don't have to worry about watching me all the time. I won't get so complacent again." He spoke, his soft English accent hollow and emotionless. He attempted a small smile, but it was a pointless facade. "I'm Alex. Thank you for saving me."
 
A flash of happiness crossed Elia's features after the man had responded. They could be a team now, and wouldn't have to rely on just her sibling for human communication. Not that she didn't like talking to him. They could look after each other like a bigger family. Elliot, on the other hand, wasn't as thrilled about the man coming with them as his sister. To him, this would be another mouth to be feeding. One more person to look after, even if he said not to worry about that. He was sure Elia would want to protect this man almost as much as she wanted to protect her brother. This would prove to be hazardous to their healths, no matter what. Maybe if the man proved to be worth their time, then Eliiot would warm up to him. Not too much though, in case Alex was just a lost cause.

"I am Elia, and it be nothing." The younger sister introduced herself, smiling warmly at the man.

"Elliot." The elder brother introduced shortly after. If Alex had any intentions to betray them or to use Elia for his own personal gain, Elliot will not hesitate to incapacitate him. Incapacitation at this time may as well be a death sentence.

The elder brother's gaze turned back towards the sky, seeing it would be dark before they knew it. Traveling at night was a horrible idea and he was sure they knew it too. They'd have to get off the streets before trouble came their way.

"We must go." Elliot told the two, receiving a nod from his sister. She looked over to Alex again with the same warm smile, motioning with her head to come with them. The younger twin had to jog a bit to catch up to her older brother, making the elder slow down somewhat once he noticed. The man looked over his shoulder, seeing if the other was going to come or not.
 
Alex was suprised at how quickly the girl - Elia- seemed to warm to him. Whereas with her brother, it seemed to be the total opposite. Alex was pretty sure the dude would cut him loose in a second if he thought Alex posed some sort of threat to the two of them. Alex nodded in acknowledgement as Elliot announced they needed to move on, catching up to the pair with a quick jog.

No doubt they wanted to find somewhere to sleep. Looking around, Alex figured if you could break into one of these houses, it'd be pretty safe. Therein itself was the problem. The houses were clearly very expensive and due to that probably fairly difficult to gain unwanted access too. Alex had no experience with anything like that. He'd always obeyed the law, payed all his taxes and made his way through life earning an honest living. He wondered if it was worth mentioning. For all he knew, he could be secret mafia sorts, criminal masterminds! They could break into a house with a snap of their fingers! He tried to imagine the pair dressed in classic cat burgler outfits. He smiled to himself, thinking it sounded like one of the stories he'd tell Holly to make her giggle.

Thinking of his daughter brought all the sorrow that had momentarily been forgotten crashing back down onto him. Yet his mask held and he bared no emotion. He had reverted to his old self - albeit in his head and only for the briefest of moments - and suddenly felt greeat guilt in having done so. He didn't deserve to be happy. Not when she was gone.

He trudged behind the twins, feeling like he ought to give them a little room. It seemed to Alex like Elliot had some sort of idea as to where he wanted to go, and Alex didn't want to impose and undermine him infront of his sister by telling him what they should be doing. That and Alex was sure Elliot would be thinking the same thing. They didn't really have much of a choice, the sun was down and the dark crept across the skies with purpose.

Unless they wanted to be stranded outside at night, they needed to get into one of the houses.
 
Jack watched the group, still clenching the cold gun in his hand. The pistol was basically his close friend at this point. And it was going to protect him. Though he did not know why he held it so firmly. The group didn't seem hostile, in fact, they seemed to be working as a team. The sky was growing darker over time, he knew what that meant, the group would be looking for shelter. Hopefully not the house he stood on top of, but he wanted to watch and see where they would be taking shelter. The door in front of the house was locked so he knew they would move on...but there was a slight chance they still would break in.

No matter what, he still watched the three, didn't even care to check his surroundings. His eyes couldn't leave them. And that's when he felt it, a hand touched his shoulder...no not touch...grab...with just enough pressure to cause him to spin around to face a walker. It felt like everything around him froze. How could he have so ignorant to not hear it creeping up behind him. He though he was safe...but apparently not... He let out a gasp before it tried to bite him. Quickly he grabbed its wrist and used its own body weight to push in off the building. It sort've made a weird shriek as it fell to the asphalt, and splattered on the ground like a water balloon. "...shit..." He murmured knowing he blew his cover.
 
Elia walked beside her elder brother, stealing glances at the man behind them. Alex seemed to be within his own little world, which worried the younger sister. She could easily guess that just like the remaining population, he lost more than one important someone in his life to these monsters. She frowned once more before turning forward, glancing up at her brother. The older brother had a grip on her sleeve, just to ensure she wouldn't wander off like usual. The younger sister had given up trying to convince her brother she wouldn't wander off. Elliot wouldn't give in.

Elliot's light blue gaze watched the houses' door frames. The one that was chipping could be signs of weakness. Weakness would prove that said door would be able to kick down. Yes, they could break a window, but they needed the windows. The glass provided a barrier and hearing it shatter would alert them of unwanted visitors. Kicking open the door was their best choice. Considering the elder brother had learned how to kick open doors due to the apocalypse, he'd be able to kick down the less sturdiest one.

"This one." He told his younger sister and their new teammate. Elia followed him without protest, gazing up at the two story house. For a house in the apocalypse, it was rather pretty. The younger sister was too caught up in looking at the tall house to notice that her brother was testing out the door frame. Elia looked back down to see her brother lightly tapping the door to check its hollowness.

"What are you doing brother?" Elia asked.

"Checking door." He responded. It was chipped horribly, most likely the event of someone having tried to break in the same way but failed.

"But door is too thick, no?" The younger sister asked with a risen eyebrow.

"Puny door will not hold against me." The elder brother responded as he took a few steps back and got into stance. He braced his muscles; in one rough and swift move, he kicked the door open. The door didn't put much of a fight against the brother's strength. It swung open, taking half the door frame with it. That could easily be repaired with a piece of furniture in front of the door.

"Enter." He told the two, bracing his bat and instincts in case of infected. The elder brother didn't catch the sound of a crack or splatter, but Elia did.

"What was that?" She asked. It was rather distant, and it still frightened her.
 
Alison rubbed her neck where the sword had hovered over, checking for any blemish on her skin as she looked up at the blonde.
"Bitten? Well no, not that I was aware of."
She picks her bag up from her lap and slings it onto her back. She stands from the ground and dusts herself off before leaning down to pick up her weapon, her simple old golf club, which she l leans against herself as she looks back over at her new company.
"Besides, if I was bitten i would take it in my own hands to off myself. I'd rather die then turn into one of those things... Which is basically the same thing but you get what I mean."
She cracked a slight smile before it quickly fell, putting her hands in her pockets.
Now the sword was away from her throat, she could actually be relieved another person found her. Like incredibly relieved, although she didn't show it on the outside.
As she looked up at the slightly taller girl she could see the fatigue in her expression. It was probably the same look she had just a little bit ago. It was obvious she was tired and needed rest.​
 
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Jack saw that only one of the members heard the loud noise. They appeared to be entering a two story, rather fancy looking house. one of them, male to be exact. seemed to have broken his way through the door...in one kick... He took note not to get in this mans way, quietly he watched again. Being an observer as usual. He could get close, maybe even see if he can join them. He then came up with an idea, maybe he could act the part and seem like he was a resident of that certain building. So in a hurry, he turned around and ran, and leaped onto the other roof of the neighboring house. He did this severaly times until he reached the building. Once ontop of the roof, he surveyed the perimeter to see if he could find out what the area looked like, he searched for a porch in general. And just like he wanted, there was a top floor back balcony that he could hop onto. Quietly he leaned over the ledge, and dropped onto the landing. Quickly kneeling down as he landed to reduce the noise of his fall so he would remain unnoticed.

He opened the glass door, it was a sliding door as all the rich people had. And closed it silently behind him and looked around the room. Empty...except for the occasionally clutter of mess and panic as if the original resident left in a hurry. The rooms door was shut so it helped him to stay concealed, until they would search upstairs and find him. Then he could act like this placed belonged to him and he needed the help. It would be alot better than telling them he's been watching them the whole time...
 
This world had completely gone mad. Most definitely you couldn't be by your own or you could loose your mind. Going crazy, in a world full with Undead people that craves the Living's flesh, was not an option at all.

Desi took a deep breath, her eyes looking up to the sky inhaling the air. It has been a very long day. Probably last time she had some reasonable food was about three months ago.

Perhaps sticking together with this girl could have some benefits after all. It was better than being by herself. An alive person in this War, could easily make you feel that not all hope is lost.

Desi put away her sword, sliding into the Woden place just across her left leg. Her eyes scanned the forest area once more, before her gaze stopped at the girl.

" I am Desi.. It's indeed a strange encounter, but might as well be polite even the given circumstances." Looking closely at the girl, and how she held her weapon. It was not the best she'd seen in a while, but who she was to judge her considering that she did survive up until now?

Everyone had their struggle in this fucked up world. It was written all over her face to. Desi rubbed her tired eyes, trying to smile at the new girl. She just wish to find a place to sleep for a while.

For sure the woods was not the most safe place, at that point she thought it will never be the same. Her heart started to shrink, just by overthinking with this Wolff in chaos. Desi had to keep it together no matter what. Even if she was afraid.

" Then I suggest we keep moving.. It's not a good idea for us to stay in the open field and not a forest either.. We need to find some temporarily shelter.." She whispered to the girl, not wanting to make to much sound. You'd never know when you can get caught up by surprise. It wouldn't be a pleasant feeling. Not at all.

Desi stretch her arms into the air, as some birds in the distance, flapped their wings making way to the opposite direction where They were.
Her hand immediately touch the katana, ready for any further movement. This was not good.

" We have to move .. Now! Let's go that way, maybe we find some shelter or something. Unless you want to stay here." Her tone of voice really low, with her eyes looking intensely at the scenario of the forest.
The ages trees had creaking branches. The composing, organic smell rose in waves like a miasma.some shuffling noises came from the deep interior, deadened by the cunningly woven web of leaves.

Desi's breath begun to quicken, a gulping sound of her own saliva ringed in her ears. Slowly, but certain the katana was taken out of the protective shield, making a sharp sound.

The wind howled and blew a bitter chill past the dying trees, it danced with the leaves dragging them away unwillingly in the air.
Then silence again.

 
Spencer walked the streets of the residential are in a rather carefree manner. He had spent the entire day roaming the city in search of supplies and it seemed that Lady Luck was on his side today as he managed to gather a lot of essentials, mostly food rationss, during his sweep. He had encountered a lot of infected but disposed of them rather quickly thanks to his weapon, Crimson Fang. He didn't even need to waste any bullets as Kinetic mode can blow off the damned mongrels' heads off. The only catch is that Kinetic Mode needs energy in order to function. However, during daytime, it was ideal to use it as much as he wants since the energy needed to power that function is Solar Energy.

When he was nearing his safehouse, he noticed someone descend from the rooftop to the top floor balcony and enter his safehouse. The goddamn caretaker must have forgotten to lock it when he ran for the hills, neglecting to inform him about it. Now he had to take care of some trespasser.

As he walked towards the front door, he noticed someone had managed to kick the door open, indicating that someone other than the guy who parkoured his way in was inside his safe house. This has turned into something extremely troublesome.

Readying his Crimson Fang, he aimed the tonfa gun and cautiously entered his residemce. There, he found 3 people but none of them matched the description of Mr. Parkour. One looked like a fellow British but judging from his expression, he had already been broken by the cruel change undergone by this much more cruel world. He had better put his act together for only those who adapt survive.

The russian twins were what caught his attention. They seem to pose a greater threat compared to the Brit.

"Quite a nice party we have here... Mind telling me who you guys are and giving me a valid reason as to why you are trespassing on my safe house?" Spencer asked in a whimsical tone as he aimed the Crimson Fang at the intruders.
 
Thankfully, Elliot had the same idea as Alex had hoped. After a few minutes of walking, they approached one of the nearby houses.
Alex raised an eyebrow as Elliot booted down the lock door. It had looked sturdy enough, yet the man had kicked it down with relative ease, looking relativley unphased. As he motioned for himself and Elia to enter, the girl's head shot around. "What was that?" Fear emanating from her words. Alex hadn't heard anything personally. Glancing around, he realised trying to spot anything was pointless, dark had settled over the skies and all that could be seen was the shilouettes of the houses against the grey canvas of the sky.
He moved next to Elia, speaking in a hushed tone "You won't spot anything. It's too dark. Cmon, lets get inside."

Entering the house, Alex couldn't help but feel something wasn't quite right. Most houses at this point had been wrecked. Either from being ransacked, or from the previous occupants panicking/trying to get out. Yet this house looked unchanged, as though still inhabited.

They hadn't been in the house 5 minutes when a voice came from the door behind them.

"Quite a nice party we have here... Mind telling me who you guys are and giving me a valid reason as to why you are trespassing on my safe house?" The accent immediately registed in Alex's head. The cockney accent had always made him cringe. Although it's familiarity was a welcome change and despite having a rather over the top looking weapon pointed at him, he felt himself relax slightly.
Alex couldn't help but think one with a weapon as complex and powerful as that, must be compensating for something. The thought made him smirk slightly.

Their "captor" seemed to be more concerned with the twins than with himself. That suited Alex fine. If there was one thing he learned, it was that being underestimated was a massive advantage. So he remained quiet, crossing his arms and meeting the gunman's gaze with an icy indifference. Besides, it would be interesting to see how Elliot dealt with someone pointing a weapon at his sister.
 
Jack heard the chatter, though of a new voice this time. The young teen decided to investigate further. He quietly opened the door, taking for what felt like forever to open it quietly. Luckily the door wasn't old and creaky. He lucked out. Quietly he made his way down the hall and down to the stairs, he pulled out the fn57 pistol from the back of his pants and took the safety off. He held it in his right hand as he silently crept down the stairs in a crouched position. Once the group came into view he could see what they really looked like. Two of which where twins...as their resemblance was very similar. Another, looking older, but not by much. Was a Brit, then the new comer. He couldn't tell what he looked like, but he had a weapon of some sort. Looking very threatening, he looked as if to have the upper hand in this scenario.

"P-put the weapon down, or ill shoot" the small voice came from the teen. Only this time, he was much closer to the new comer. He got closer as they conversated. And now he had the cold barrel of his pistol, leaning against the back of the strangers head "I don't wanna shoot, but ill have to if I must" the voice came out of the hood the teen was under in a some what panicked tone.
 
After hearing those words, Elia gave him a nod and moved inside of the house with the two gentlemen. it was a nice house, besides the fact that it was a mess from the previous owner's leaving. There was a large sofa as well, that could be placed in front of the door to prevent unwanted intrusion. Then the three of them could sleep in the rooms on the second floor and barricade the stairs. That should prevent the infected from getting upstairs easily without waking them up. Elia made a move to go up the stairs, but was soon interrupted by another voice pointing his weapon at them.

He held platinum blonde hair, pale skin, and a gaze as icy as her elder brother's. From what she could guess, he was an Albino. However, she couldn't make assumptions, not when there was a futuristic weapon staring at her face. Elliot had to refrain himself, he wasn't the people person out of the two. He was the one who performed the violence when needed. His sister was the negotiator, due to being the one who took a psychology class back in school while Elliot slept through it. The jet black haired girl was going to say something, but then someone else came along wielding a pistol. Where the Hell did he come from?

"Please.." Elia began, speaking to the platinum blonde and the teenager. "There is no reason for the violence.." Her light blue gaze turned to the other light blue eyed man, because he held the most threatening weapon. "We come to stay for evening then we go in morning.. We do not wish for trouble.."
 
"Eh? So it is you, Mr. Parkour. Great! The Barge-In Gang is complete! And if I were you, kid, I'd be the one putting the weapon down." Spencer said in a whimsical voice before he swung the handle swiftly, so that the gun now faced backwards and immediately pulled the trigger. A shockwave eminated from the barrel of the gun, which was enough to send the kid flying back. However, he had set the intensity and force of the shockwave so that it wouldn't deal any internao damage. Now he aimed one gun towards the freerunner and the other one at the foreign trio.

"Look, this is my lodge and you guys are trespassing. So I have every right to kick your asses if you ever EVER dare to hold me at gun point." Spencer said arrogantly. "And that goes double for you, Mr. Parkour."

He finally calmed down after hearing what the russian girl said. "Fine. You can stay as long as you want. It's been a while since I encountered the living. Still, after this little shit tried to point a gun at my head, I can't extend the offer to him. I'd rather feed him ti the biters and scratchers outside but if he bows down right now, maybe I would be more forgiving." He replied towards everyone in attendance.
 
Jacks eyes widen as he noticed he wasn't so concealed the whole time. But before he could even comment, he was hit with a force that felt like a truck hit him. "GACK" he yelped hitting the wall and falling to the ground. Still didn't drop his gun though. But he felt like he was ready to throw up. Jack laid on the ground moaning, his hood came off and exposed his face. He was much younger than the rest of the group, as he was in his mid teens. He held his stomach as he tried to regain his strength and looked up to see the stranger continue to talk. Jack gritted his teeth as he watched this mans ignorance continue. "You were the one who pointed a gun at t-them, when they had no weapons that could best yours, so I wouldn't talk" jack was basically talking out of his ass, he was frightened but didn't want to show it. None of this went down like he expected.
 
"Well technically, all of you are trespassing on private property. If I wanted you dead, you'd already be dead. As the owner of this fine establishment, I have every right to point a fucking gun on intruders. Now shut up and explain yourself. Before I decide to fire live ammunition. I assume you aren't a part of their group, since you used a completely different point of entry than theirs." He said grudgingly. He turned to the Foreign group and gave a sympathetic expression to them. "I'm sorry. Normally I'm not this violent to the living. Unless of course they try to kill me. Since he isn't a part of your group, you folks wouldn't mind if I kill him, right?" Spencer asked nonchalantly.
 
Elia gulped at the sight of the weapon while Elliot stood his ground. Where in the world did this man get that type of weapon? Did he have access to governmental experiments? Perhaps this man used to work for the government, and that was why he had such a nice house? That made sense to the young woman. It wasn't Jack's handsome features that made her go to his aid, it was the fact that he was a mere teenager that made her do it. She could really blame her maternal instincts for that.

"Please stop.. He is not part of our group blonde man.. Your actions were understandable, but we should not work against others.." She told the both of them, her gaze then returning to the teenager she helped up. "Boy, do you want to be thrown outside like dog? Obey other man and do not speak to him like that.." She told him.

"In this world, boy, blonde man could rip your throat open and toss body to walking dead. Do not fuck with man who could kill you without second thought. Especially if weapon is better than small gun." Elliot told him as a warning. The jet black haired man had gone through killing a man before, all for his sister. If Jack had held the gun towards his sister, the second he turned around, the elder twin would not hesitate to break his limbs and toss him outside. Blonde man was a different story, the Russian man wasn't stupid enough to attack him. Elliot turned his gaze over to the blonde haired man to further explain. "Sister does not believe it is survival of fittest now. She still does not understand just how fucked up world is."
 
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