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TheQueensGuard
Guest
Original poster
Logan Russo
The oldman sat slumped back on the toilet, his fingers dangling outstretched as he took a deep breath. The tingling heat in his finger tips subsiding as he curled his hands into a fist. Tossing the now empty bottle into the bathroom sink, Logan went back into the main room of the super market and looked around. He heard murmuring behind him in the other bathroom. Frowning he pounded on the door. "Hurry the hell up in there! We don't have all day."
He went back too his bags, over hearing Mona complaining about food. Again. He sighed and grumbled under his breath at hearing 'old' man, but couldn't help but acknowledge splitting up into groups. It wasn't a bad idea, though it wasn't the safest.
He thought for a moment, stepping away from the others as he paced in an old soup can aisle. The cans were all empty and rusted, which was too be expected. He slid his elbow pad on, adjusting it so it fit comfortably before grabbing the map Nissa gave him and tossing his bag onto his shoulder. He unfolded the map and rotated it some.
"Alright everyone, gather round. I was hoping Nissa would make it here by the morning, but she didn't. We need to assume the worst and get a move on. We got a storm coming in that'll be here sometime this afternoon if not sooner, so we need to cover as much ground as possible before then."
He paused and motioned towards Mona.
"Like she suggested we should split up to cover more ground, but it'll be too dangerous too be to far apart." He motioned at the map. "We will stick together until for three blocks then split up." He pointed at Rain, Nomad and Mona. "You three will be with me. We can continue down the main road while you four." He pointed at Kane, Emrin, Lyra and Lauren. 'Split off to the north. Go down two blocks, then continue on that road for a bit. If you run into any trouble, fire a flare and we'll come running. You do the same.
He handed a flare gun to Emrin.
"When the storm starts getting worse we will meet in the middle and set up camp. Any questions?"
As the group double checked their belongings, Logan whistled to Kane. "Go ahead and take your knives." Logan set the knives on a knocked over shelf and headed towards the exit, shotgun resting on his shoulder.
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Split in the RoadHe went back too his bags, over hearing Mona complaining about food. Again. He sighed and grumbled under his breath at hearing 'old' man, but couldn't help but acknowledge splitting up into groups. It wasn't a bad idea, though it wasn't the safest.
He thought for a moment, stepping away from the others as he paced in an old soup can aisle. The cans were all empty and rusted, which was too be expected. He slid his elbow pad on, adjusting it so it fit comfortably before grabbing the map Nissa gave him and tossing his bag onto his shoulder. He unfolded the map and rotated it some.
"Alright everyone, gather round. I was hoping Nissa would make it here by the morning, but she didn't. We need to assume the worst and get a move on. We got a storm coming in that'll be here sometime this afternoon if not sooner, so we need to cover as much ground as possible before then."
He paused and motioned towards Mona.
"Like she suggested we should split up to cover more ground, but it'll be too dangerous too be to far apart." He motioned at the map. "We will stick together until for three blocks then split up." He pointed at Rain, Nomad and Mona. "You three will be with me. We can continue down the main road while you four." He pointed at Kane, Emrin, Lyra and Lauren. 'Split off to the north. Go down two blocks, then continue on that road for a bit. If you run into any trouble, fire a flare and we'll come running. You do the same.
He handed a flare gun to Emrin.
"When the storm starts getting worse we will meet in the middle and set up camp. Any questions?"
As the group double checked their belongings, Logan whistled to Kane. "Go ahead and take your knives." Logan set the knives on a knocked over shelf and headed towards the exit, shotgun resting on his shoulder.
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As the other group split off too their own street. Logan starred off in the distance. The storm clouds were crackling with energy, and what he had hoped was a normal rain cloud was actually going too be a manastorm. A small pile of bricks crumbled from a building as a small creature landed above them. Logan put a hand over the sun and looked up at it. A wyvern looked down at him, a curious glare in its eye. A few more flew over head, circling the group.
"You still hungry Mona?"
He motioned up to the five dragon-like creatures.
"I heard wyvern taste like chicken. Have your boyfriend shoot one down."
"You still hungry Mona?"
He motioned up to the five dragon-like creatures.
"I heard wyvern taste like chicken. Have your boyfriend shoot one down."