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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (70,995 Views)
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Eli woke up with a groan. At first, he thought he was having a nightmare, or a flashback to the ambush at Fort Erie. His heart went cold when he saw Jimmy frantically putting his clothes on, and he realized this was real life.

Jimmy’s pants were already on. He strapped the large holster of his Desert Eagle around his thigh before moving onto his shirt. Eli looked at him from the bed, trying to blink through his tiredness and wrap his mind around the situation. Then he looked around at his own pile of clothes around the room, particularly his police belt on the ground.

Jimmy snapped his fingers to get his attention, and Eli looked over.

“We’re under attack,” Jimmy said, not smiling. “Get dressed.”

He tossed him several articles of his clothes in one throw. Eli felt his adrenaline rising as he jumped off the bed, and rapidly started doing just that.

* * *

No, no, no, no, no! Not here! Jeff’s mind protested.

The sounds that had woken him up had instantly transported him back to the Peace Bridge, and then back to the shootout at the St. Thomas pharmacy. They were the sounds he wanted to leave behind forever. He never wanted to feel this helpless or scared again. And yet…

He was on the couch downstairs. He rolled off and onto the floor. He didn’t know where the bullets were coming from, but he knew they were too many and too close. He knew what a gunfight sounded like and it was this.

What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?

On the Peace Bridge, his whole body went numb. At the pharmacy, he wasn’t numb but he was still useless. And both times he had a gun. This time, his gun had been taken away earlier that night. It was taking everything he had to stave off paralysis.

* * *

Annie’s restless sleep had come to a sudden end. Was that gunfire?! She had never heard it sound off so relentlessly in all her time in Flint. Was there another horde outside? Or was something unbelievable – yet all too believable now – happening? Had the horrors Randall described made their way to Flint.

The events of earlier today were so far out of her experience, she was having trouble processing them. If her suspicion was being right, and the whole community was under attack now – well, she wouldn’t even know how to start processing that.

“Mommy?” Connor appeared at her door, looking terrified. He was obviously hearing the same sounds she was.

Annie kicked the sheets off of her, sitting up. She didn’t know what to do. “Get in here,” she said anyway.

Connor ran over to her. She drew him into a protective hug as her mind raced. “What’s going on?” he asked from within the embrace.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But stay here. Don’t move.”

She remembered taking a Glock pistol off Kevin after the attack. It was still on the nightstand in Chase’s room.
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Brandon had finally gotten some measure of release with Willow. The tension was still there, but it didn't feel so bad. It was in some ways the most satisfying experience he'd ever had. He slept like a baby next to her.

And then there was gunfire.

"Fuck!" Brandon cursed when he reached for his FAL, which ofcourse wasn't there.

FNP.

Like the piece they missed on Eli they hadn't checked Willow's bag. Tucked away inside was a loaded pistol. They needed to get to their guns right away. Since there were knives in the house they deemed it pointless to take their knives away, which they might have reconsidered if they saw Glenda in action, they weren't going to be much help in a fight byt at least they weren't completely unarmed. Willow was up and putting her jacket on. He tossed her the pistol and drew his knife.

"Let's go, babe." he said walking out the door to find the others.

...

Julie slept awkwardly in a recliner in the same room as Jeff. As the shots rang out over Flint she reacted much the same, except she wss standing looking lost. What do they do?

Your friends.

She extended her hand to Jeff.

"We need to find the others." she stated the obvious.
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Garret and his mean were hiding by the service entrance in the back. It was actually pretty well hidden, they'd had to wade through thick vegetation and trees to even find it, nestled amidst the unchecked growth and vegetation near the old power lines that ran nearby; he briefly wondered if that was coincidental or not. Didn't matter. The door itself was unlike the giant gates of the other two entrances, this was a smaller door held together by only a length of chain and a lock. Apparently they thought nobody would be able to get in through here. Or they were just stupid. But Garret was prepared.

At the sound of the first gunshot, Garret didn't need to say anything to his men. They brought up the pair of industrial grade cutters, placed the length of chain between it, and pushed it closed. After a moment of effort, the chain gave way with a resounding snap and fell to the ground. Garret kicked the useless piece of metal aside and pulled the gate open.

"Fuckin' perfect." He grinned.

They didn't even have a guard back here. Hell, maybe they forgot that this entrance even existed. It looked like there had once been a pathway here, but it was starting to get overgrown. His mission was simple; while Jason's group kept everyone distracted at the front, Garret would be able to lead half their forces in through the back, take out their leadership, and then strike at the defenders from the back. Even if they outgunned the opposition, Garret wouldn't allow himself to get careless.

He led his group of nine others north along the inside of the wall. They stayed low and they stayed quiet. They quickly found their way to the upper part of the neighborhood. He could see people peering out from their houses, unsure of what to do. Terrified. Garret relished this feeling. A primal part of him wanted to break into every house and take out all of the innocent people. But he couldn't. He needed to cripple their leadership first. Then the real fun would begin.

Thankfully, that would be easy. Alex had explained Geraldine's house as a baby blue house that looked nicer than the others here, located near the northern end of the community. And he was only two houses away from a house that matched that exact description. He pointed his finger to it. His men knew what they needed to do.

* * * * *

"Is this your doing, Ethan!?"

Geraldine's blue eyes bore down on him. There was a fire in them that even Ethan could not deny. Nearby, her head of security, Spencer, was peering out the front window. His eyes scanning the streets for anything odd. Ethan himself literally had his hands handcuffed around a column inside of Geraldine's house.

"No! I swear, this has nothing to do with me!" Ethan pleased.

"Then what is going on out there!?" Geraldine barked.

"I-I don't know..." Ethan admitted.

It was true; he didn't know. Kevin had been his only ace in the hole. He couldn't convince anyone else to kill someone for him; let alone as many people as it sounded like there were. Those didn't even sound the like the same weapons that they had here in Flint. They sounded... foreign. Geraldine adopted a pensive look. Maybe she had thought of something?

"Hey, look. I'm on your side here, how about you have Spencer take these handcuffs off of me and we can-"

BANG!

That wasn't a gunshot; it sounded like the back door being kicked in! All eyes spun towards the backdoor; a burly and roughly shaven man with a bald head stood, smiling at the situation with a lopsided grin. Spencer lifted his rifle to retaliate, but had been caught completely off guard. The man at the doorway fired first, mowing down the head of security before he could even get a shot off.

"So, I'm not interruptin' anything am I?" The man grinned.

"I can help you!" Ethan instantly screamed.

"You backstabbing son of a bitch!" Geraldine retorted.

More men lined into the room; their automatic weapons trained on Geraldine and Ethan. Their leader, the one that had gunned down Spencer, tilted his head to the side and glanced at Ethan.

"How can you help us?" He asked.

"I know the layout of this place like the back of my thumb. I also know where they keep all the food and the weapons." Ethan made his case. "Hell, you can even kill me afterwards if you want. I just want a gun and a room alone with Randall and Annie."

The man grinned and picked up the radio from his waist. "Well, let me see what my boss thinks."

* * * * *

The footsteps crept closer and closer to Ajay. He was literally in the next room over now.

Oh God, he is going to come in here!

"Hey, Cory?" A radio signal came in.

The footsteps stopped abruptly right outside the door to the room he was hiding in.

"I thought I turned this fucking thing off." The man, Cory apparently, said. "What is it?"

"We found Geraldine. Haven't killed her yet, had a guy handcuffed inside her house. Says he can show us where all their food and weapons are in exchange for some revenge."

They have Geraldine!? Ajay's blood ran cold. How? How were they able to pull off something like this? They were in the clinic, they were in Geraldine's house. Was the community already fallen? Oh god, was everyone else already dead? He needed to get out of here!

"I don't give a rat's ass about the food and supplies. We'll find them on our own. But this does give me an idea." Ajay was sure he could feel Cory grinning. "Go ahead and help him out. But have him prove his loyalty to us by shooting his leader in the skull. If he doesn't, then kill them both. I'll head in that direction now. Cory out."

* * * * *

Shit. What the fuck was going on?

Willow asked herself that question over and over again in her head as she slipped on her cashmere sweater, her canvas jacket, and her scarf; all of which she had dubbed far too warm to sleep with. Especially after those 'breathing exercises' Brandon had helped her with. Her lungs still hurt from the experience and her leg still throbbed, but the mix of painkillers and fear did a good job of making her forget about the pain she was in. It felt like a distant sensation, a white noise being drowned out by the sound of automatic weapons piercing the night nearby.

Ratatatatatata!

She had thought they'd be safe behind these walls. But nowhere was really safe anymore; she had learned this lesson the hard way. Willow was focused. She was in the zone. Her mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. Survival.

Fight or die.

She caught the FNP Brandon had tossed to her. She gripped it tightly. She had been worried that Brandon was going to try to force her to stay behind, but apparently he had no intention of trying to pull that card. Or maybe he was just worried to leave her alone. It didn't matter; she wasn't staying here. She knew that Annie, Ajay, and Candice would all lecture her if they were here. But they weren't.

"I'm right behind you."

As soon as she finished putting on her boots, she was on Brandon's heels out the door.

* * * * *

Glenda had wasted no time. As soon as the gunfire started, she had her coat, she had her shoes, she had her knife, and she had her Taurus (which the guards had not caught). She practically bounded downstairs.

Julie, Brandon, Willow, and Jeff were already here. Randall and Kelsey were still upstairs. But that left several people unaccounted for.

"Where are the others?" She asked.

She never saw Emmett, but Eli and Maxwell were also both missing. The house wasn't that big and she hadn't seen either of them as she ran upstairs to tell Randall what was going on, and then back downstairs. Should she be suspicious? Should she be worried?

No.

"Doesn't matter. We don't have time." Glenda told them instead. "We're getting our weapons back as soon as Randall gets down here. If you don't want to fight, then find a place to hide now and hope that the these invaders don't win."
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"No way. This is a fight." Julie stated adamantly in reply.

Flint was her future now. Her child's future. As terrifying as the situation was it was fight or flight. Flight wasn't an option, and hiding was completely unhelpful. She wasn't going to trust her safety or the safety of her friends to a bunch of strangers either. She'd do what she could.
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If something seemed too good to be true, it probably was. Jeff would have been the first to say that only a couple days ago. After only a couple of days of good, he had forgotten that maxim. He had a feeling this was going to be one bitch of a reminder.

He nodded from the ground to Julie, but it turned out the others found them first. Brandon and Willow were down the stairs first, followed by Glenda shortly thereafter.

Glenda said they were going to fight. Of course they were. Who else but them? She also gave him an out. Find someplace to hide and hope the invaders don’t win. He wanted to choose that door. He didn’t think he’d get lucky three gunfights in a row, especially if he couldn’t bring himself to shoot back.

He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. No, he decided. He couldn’t just keep pledging to reinvent himself after failing to live up to a challenge and then feeling bad about it. For once, he just had to live up to the challenge.

“I’m coming too,” he echoed Julie, climbing unsteadily to his feet.

“Where are they keeping our weapons?” Emmett’s voice interrupted suddenly.

Jeff’s gaze swivelled to him. He was standing in the living room, looking grim and determined.

* * *

Eli was getting his belt back on as Jimmy was tying his shoes. In no time at all, he heard more distant shots ring out. The situation didn’t sound like it was getting any better. Last night, all he thought he had to worry about was a simple trial. For all his paranoia and concern, he never expected to wake up to this.

“Who?!” Eli demanded as he frantically gathered his shoes. “Who’s hitting us?!”

“That’s a mighty good question,” Jimmy said. “Unfortunately, I’ve already imparted the sum total of my operational knowledge.”

He looked up at Eli as he finished with his shoes. There was that smile again. There was that smile again. It didn’t take long. The sound of gunshots and the news of an invasion of some sort was apparently enough to bring him make him drop the glib act for exactly one minute and no longer.

Or maybe not. A double take made Eli re-evaluate. There didn’t seem to be a lot of mirth in Jimmy now. His grin almost looked like a nervous one.

“We need more intel,” Jimmy added, before Eli could express a word of irritation. “There’s another set of binoculars on the top of my closet. You look north, I’ll look south.”

Eli nodded, grateful to have a task. It occurred to him to be worried about his mostly unarmed friends down the street.
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Fear and rage built up inside of Geraldine like a maelstrom of emotion. Their supposed leader back here had looted the keys off Spencer's body and went swiftly to work taking the cuffs off Ethan. He rose back to his feet, a little disheveled and scared, but in one piece. He looked at his arms, straightened his back, stretched his neck. In that order.

"You're a fucking slimeball, Ethan. I knew you were fucked up, but I had no idea it went this deep." Geraldine stubbornly held her ground.

If she was going to die, she was going to die. All of Spencer's guards were watching Randall's group at the front and the gates. They had no presence anywhere else. She was unarmed, Spencer was dead, as far as she was concerned, there was no chance for her here. Not anymore. If she was going to die, then she was going to die cursing Ethan.

"Hah! Amazing what a few words can buy you, huh, Gerry?" Ethan seemed pretty excited as he was handed a handgun of indeterminate make.

"Remember our agreement." The leader lectured him.

"Yeah, yeah." Ethan placed the gun on Geraldine's forehead. "I never really liked you anyway."

BANG!

* * * * *

Can I shoot him now? Fuck, would I have a chance? I know that would break my Hippocratic Oath, but Candice... oh god, Candice. How will I tell Marcus? I'll never be able to face him!

Ajay's breathing slowed down. The footsteps were receding now. The man was... leaving? He was leaving? The message that he had gotten; maybe he was heading to see Geraldine? Should he do something? Could he do something? No, he had to do something! He could still hear gunfire outside; Flint was fighting back. Even though ever fiber of every muscle in his body was telling him to stay hidden.

"Jen, I'm going to go find Randall's group!" Ajay said quietly.

The closet door slowly opened and Jen hobbled out; "Not alone. I... I'm still a guard here. I still have a job to do here."

"Your leg is-"

"Fuck my leg! If those assholes win, then I'm dead no matter where I hide! I'd rather die trying to stop them than be captured in the aftermath." Jen seemed determined to fight. "Give me this."

He still wanted to say no, but it seemed like all the women that had come through the clinic recently were stubborn as hell. And he didn't have the time or the desire to argue.

"Fine, just stick close."

* * * * *

Randall came rushing down the stairs; dressed in the blue jeans and green sweater he had worn to work yesterday.

"Where's Kelsey?" Glenda asked him.

"Hiding under the bed. This is a war, I'm not risking her life out there like that. If I don't make it out of this, then find her there when this is over." Randall spoke very lightly of losing his life now.

It was something he'd gotten used to. Every gunfight like this could be his last. He would do everything in his power to prevent that from happening, but Mac probably said the same thing too at some point. All it took was one good shot and no level of willpower would get you through it. Randall knew this.

"Stay on me!" Randall wasted no time in going for the front door.

He peered outside first and noticed that the enemy was still outside the gates; one of the guards was laying on the ground, but the others were still hiding and returning fire. More than the four that had been there before; apparently everyone that could help was coming out here to hold the line. It looked messy, but the community was coming together. If nothing else, they had a window of time where their movements could be covered. Randall took the first step outside. Everyone else followed.

Despite the gunfire, the front lines were holding strong; there actually wasn't anything to be afraid of. A few people glanced at them with distrust, but they were far more focused on the threat outside the gates. The endless rain of gunfire that seemed to be pouring down on them.

The armory was the small house on the edge of the lot. A single doorway led into it, and a single guard stood at the front. Despite the gunfire, he was still holding his post. He was a 30-something year old white guy with a shaggy beard and shifty eyes. He was one of the guards that confiscated their weapons last night; his name was Ed. He held up a hand as Randall and his group approached.

"Don't put me in this position, guys! You know I can't just let you guys walk in here." Ed told them. "Go back to your house and wait there, we have half the community out here holding them. They ain't getting in."
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Emmett stepped forward from the group without prompting. His eyes were sharpened and he was staring daggers at the guard at the gate. He wasn’t about to waste any time messing around when he didn’t have to. This place was under attack. His worst fears about people had been realized, only from an unexpected direction.

“The shots aren’t just coming from the gate,” he said darkly. “The situation is not under control.”

He took another step forward. He spoke the next words a little louder and a little deeper. He wanted the guard to feel their import.

“Are you going to fight us or them?

* * *

“Anything?” Eli asked.

From his window, a few brave people – Flint denizens, he recognised them as – had emerged from their houses and were heading to the gate where the majority of the gunfire sounded.

“I don’t know,” he heard Jimmy admit, but didn’t want to look away. “There was some movement by your place. Couldn’t see much.”

Eli’s worry intensified.

“We need to go,” he said. “We need to help.”

“Not yet,” Jimmy said. “Keep watching.”

Eli wanted to disobey, but just enough of him agreed with the order that he complied with it. Something wasn’t right here. He wanted to find out what before he charged headlong into the fray.
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"My friend, don't be a jerk. A little common sense please." Julie pleaded as she walked out of the house.

A little common sense around here would be magnificent.

...

"Emmett's right. Why would they engage in a firefight over the gate? If they wanted in that way they would have run off as soon as they got made. We need to check the other gate, and anywhere else they can get in, they've probably already jumped the walls by now." Brandon pointed out adopting his clinical mindset again as he considered their situation.

If it were them doing this, that's exactly what they'd do. A distraction to cover the real threat. They guards would be caught in a crossfire if they didn't address this soon, and then the gate would be open to everyone outside.
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BANG!

Geraldine thought she was dead. Odd that she would hear the shot that kills her.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"THE FUCK!?"

Spencer, still on the ground, shot and bloodied and laying in the corner, was emptying the clip of his rifle towards the group of armed thugs in her living room. One, two of them went down in sprays of blood, Ethan recoiled and immediately dived out of the line of sight. His sense of self-preservation winning out over killing Geraldine.

This was her chance! This was her only chance! If she was going to survive this, she needed to act right now.

Geraldine turned her body around and sprinted for the back door as quickly as her legs could carry her. She wasn't in the best shape of her life, but the circumstances probably allowed her to run as fast as she had ever run in her life.

RATATATATATATA! The thundering of several automatic weapons unloading boomed from her house as she reached the back door. She didn't know where they were; so she didn't think, she just ran.

I am so sorry, Spencer!

* * * * *

"What do you mean!?" Willow was incredulous. "Is this really the time to be playing this game!?"

"Hey, I got my orders!" Ed barked back from the criticism. "Why don't you guys just-"

"Stop!" Ajay ran through everyone, Jen limping behind him.

The normally quieter man seemed tense about something; he was clearly not in a mood for arguing. Even Ed seemed taken aback by the intensity in his eyes. His language was sharper; like a man that was desperate.

"These guys are a distraction! We just had someone shoot up the clinic! Candice and Kevin are dead! I heard on his radio that Ethan just went turncoat, and Geraldine is already captured if not dead! They're already in the fucking walls! If you don't give these guys their guns, we are all going to fucking die!"

Ed looked lost for a moment.

"If they betray us... we're dead. But if they have Geraldine... god dammit, just..." Ed stepped out of the way. "Your guns are in the first room on the right. Where the hell is Spencer when you need him!?"
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"Fucking trust issues. Jeez. One douchebag gets a little beating and we're all nogoodniks." Julie said in exasperation as they made their way in.

"Everyone load up. I don't think they'll mind us helping ourselves to some ammo." Brandon said as he retrieved his FAL gladly.

He took a moment to load Julie's .22 and an additional mag for her. The A303 went to Jeff since Maxwell was nowhere to be seen. Brandon took the HK with him. This was about to become a very bad day for whoever was attacking them.
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Jeff was about to add his own voice of irritation to the mix. Before he could, Ajay arrived with a hobbled Jen and his dire news.

Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, following the group into the garage once the guard had finally relented – after way too long, in his opinion.

Inside, he centered in on his Ruger Target Pistol. He wasn’t particularly good with it, but it was the only gun he had any experience with.

Emmett, meanwhile, found and holstered his signature Mac-10 in an instant. Jeff also passed him the Berretta A303 – Mac’s shotgun, the one he was holding when he died. With that cradled in his bulky arms, Emmett looked pretty damn scary.

“Does anyone have any idea where Eli or tall – I mean, Maxwell – are?” Jeff asked. “Am I crazy, or weren’t we on house arrest?”

He knew there wasn’t much time to waste talking, but it seemed like an important question. Where had those two run off to in the middle of the night? Also, it seemed crazy that Emmett – the guy with the disappearing act – had stuck around and they didn’t.
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"Good to be back, huh?" Willow relished the feel of having the Ruger Gunsite back in her hands.

She never thought she would get so accustomed to having a gun; she had felt naked without it these past few days. Having it back instantly made her feel better. The news that Candice was dead struck her harder than most since she had been helping her out so much these past few days, but she forced it into the back of her mind. She had to. There was too much else going on. There would be time to grieve later.

Randall and Glenda decided to stick with their sidearms for now; Jen came back from another room with a baseball bat tucked inside a sleeve that was slung over her back and a full sized Uzi MP-2 in her hands. Ajay seemed more than content with just the handgun he had; even holding a gun seemed overwhelming for him, yet he still picked up a few clips for it with Jen's help.

"Wish I knew where they ran off to." Randall agreed with Jeff. "I'm sure they're fine, they're both capable. We just have to worry about ourselves now."

"That was supposed to be my line." Glenda told him.

"Sorry, I can't be worrying about others right now. We gotta work with what we have and hope the others can take care of themselves."

"I must be rubbing off on you." Glenda nodded. "So, does anyone actually have a plan for this or are we going to go charging back there, guns blazing, and hope that it all works out?"

"Whatever you do, I'm going." Ajay told them. "I might not be able to do much, but I don't want to watch more people die from the sidelines."

"Me too." Jen looked to Randall. "You saved my life earlier today. I owe you this much at least. It's all gone to hell in a hand basket and you are going to need all the help you can get. One of their guys alone took down the west gate and why does nobody ever try to stop me when I start rambling?"

"God dammit, Jen..." Ajay sighed.

Despite herself and the situation, Willow stifled a giggle.
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Willow looked complete with a rifle in hand, Brandon felt safer already. She was going to be their guardian. Randall, Glenda, Emmett and himself were the most experienced shooters and coolest heads besides her, they'd be leading this effort. Brandon picked up the AR15 and gave it to Glenda insistently, he didn't doubt her skill with the revolver or the knife, but that was only six shots and a weapon with a few feet of reach. They all needed her to be bringing something more.

"Willow's the support, she needs to be up high to cover our approach if possible. Julie, Jeff, you stay with her, be her extra eyes and watch her back. The rest of us move forward in pairs. The rear most pair moves up, covered by the other two. We go cover to cover, stay out of the street." Brandon explained as he chambered a round and stuffed an extra mag into his belt.

"What's our first objective?" he asked Randall.
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“We know one came in through the east,” Emmett said, answering for Randall.

He nodded in Ajay’s direction, indicating the source of his information.

“Multiple came in from the north. There’s a smaller personnel door there, I don’t think anyone was guarding it,” he said. “Their last known position was Geraldine’s house. If the attack on the east gate is a distraction, we shouldn’t fall for it. We should go north.”

He spared just a moment to curse himself. He had found that door in a wooded area and saw its potential as a weakness. He didn’t bring it up to anyone – he didn’t think it was his place, and he didn’t want to explain his wandering about. He wished he had insisted to Randall that they brought their safety concerns to someone in charge. Things might have been different now. That poor girl, Candice, might not be dead.

* * *

“What the…” Eli trailed off, narrowing his eyes and rotating the sides of his binoculars.

There was… Geraldine. He was sure of it. From his vantage point at the northern window in Eli’s house, he could see her high-tailing it down the street. She looked frenzied and it was downright weird that she was by herself. Eli had only ever seen her in the company of that Spencer guy and his black-jacketed entourage.

“There’s Geraldine!” Eli called out. “She’s alone, running down the street from her house. Something’s wrong.”

“I’d say so,” Jimmy said.

His voice was a bit closer, so Eli turned around. He saw him carrying a long rifle painted in desert camouflage colours. It had a large scope mounted to the top and an extendable stand near the end of the barrel.

“What’s that?” Eli said, narrowing his eyes.

“What’s it look like?” Jimmy shoved his way closer to Eli, and set the stand up near Eli’s window.

“It looks like a sniper rifle,” Eli replied.

“Ding, ding, ding!” Jimmy smiled.

The sarcasm – at this time of all times – turned Eli’s blood hot, but he pushed past it. “We gotta go help her,” he insisted.

Eli put the binoculars down and drew his Supergrade. He could feel his heart start to pound louder and his pulse start to quicken. Standard pre-battle nerves. He had experienced them several times before on this journey.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Jimmy asked. He kneeled over and squinted into the scope.

“Good,” Eli said. He went for the door. “Then cover me.”
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Is that so?
"With all these trees and one story houses, it'll be hard to find high ground for Willow." Randall frowned; that was his first problem with the suggestion.

The pairs idea he liked; it would give them the ability to cover each other as they advanced. The trees he had been concerned about for obstructing Willow's sniper vision would serve as decent cover alongside the artificial environment of a neighborhood. It could work, but they would need to be careful. He didn't know how many had gotten into the city or what they were dealing with yet.

"Even if you did, the trees would block a lot of vision until you get about halfway up the street." Jen frowned and tapped her head with her finger a few times. "The house on the corner that you guys were staying at. It has a wooden fence and is surrounded by trees in the back. It's at ground level, but you can see all the way down Eckinger from there and still be well-hidden. As long as her entourage can keep an eye around her, it's probably the best you could hope for."

"I can handle that." Willow quickly agreed to the suggestion.

"I got nothing better, so we will go with that. Teams are Emmett and Jen, Ajay and Brandon, me and Glenda. Julie and Jeff can cover Willow. If nobody has any complaints, we're moving out immediately."

It sounded like a solid plan in his head, but he wasn't sure he could trust himself with tactics like that. Brandon and Emmett were far better at strategy than he was, but he was pretty much just fine tuning Brandon's plan. Already, they were funneling out of the armory and towards Eckinger Street.

"This should go without saying, but it is dark out here. Please look before you shoot someone, a lot of our own are still out here." Ajay felt the need to add in.

* * * * *

Where was Candice? Where was Geraldine? Were they okay? Should I go out there and look for them? Was that safe? Were they inside the gates already? The gunfire was coming from everywhere, they must be inside the gates! That means I should look for Candice? Oh God, please be okay Candice. Just stay hidden. Geraldine knows what is going on, right? She and Spencer will organize a defense. We'll be fine! I just need to stay hidden inside. It'll be okay.

Marcus' heart was racing. He was scared. Candice never came home from the clinic last night. He knew that shit had gone down, but now with all this gunfire, he was obsessed with her safety. But he didn't even know if the streets were safe. He was worried that if he ran out there to check, he would be gunned down before even making it to the street. It looked like everyone was heading to the east gate, but he swore he heard gunfire coming from all directions. It was unnerving. It was scary.

"Get a hold of yourself. If others are out there, it must be safe, right?" Marcus assured himself. "Damn right it is!"

Putting his fear in a box and pushing it aside, he opened the front door. He stopped. Marcus ran to the nearby table and picked up his Colt M1911. It wasn't much against the automatic rifles he heard singing in the night air, but at least it would give him a chance in a fight. Hopefully he wouldn't need it. As he stopped outside, he saw his sister, Geraldine, running down the street towards his house. Her face was contorted into a look of raw panic.

"Gerry!" He shouted but she didn't respond, she just kept running.

She probably didn't hear him, his call was drowned out by the continuous beat of gunfire. He sprinted toward the street and met her just outside his house. He grabbed her by the arm, but she struck out at him, punching him in the face. But he held onto to her tight.

"Gerry, calm down girl!" He shouted at her. "It's me, Marcus!"

"M-Marucs...?" Geraldine looked at him strangely, as if she didn't recognize him completely. "Oh God, Marcus!"

She jumped forward and hugged him, he could see the tears on her face.

"They're back there. Ethan... Ethan... he sold himself out to those guys. He tried to kill me! Spencer saved me... oh God, Spencer... I-I'm so sorry."

Marcus hadn't seen Geraldine lose it like this since they were children. Ever since she got into politics she had always been so cool. But this... this was too much for her. It was too much for Marcus! He had just hidden inside his house since the gunfire started!

"C-come on! We gotta figure somethin' out here!" Marcus assured her.

At that moment, he saw a familiar face running out of Jimmy's house. It was Eli! Why was he at Jimmy's house? Marcus didn't even care right now. He grabbed Geraldine by the arm and ran towards him.

* * * * *

"Hey, boss. That Geraldine woman escaped from us."

"What do you meant she escaped!? I gave you ten men, Garret? How the fuck did one woman get away from you!?"

Cory had set up camp near the generator and apparent junkyard of the community. They had a lot of raw materials back here. This would definitely come in handy when they finished claiming this place as their own. If they had food reserves like this too, Cory and his crew could become the real kings of this wasteland. Well, Jason's crew. Cory knew he only had authority because he could kick anyone's ass on a whim. But he was okay with that; he could be the lone wolf he was meant to be and still scare anyone into submission. Dealing with idiots like Garret was difficult enough when he wasn't even officially in charge.

"Ignore the woman. She isn't important." Jason took command of the situation. "We have a lot of them distracted at the front. March your men up there through the city and mow them all down from behind. It doesn't matter how many survivors are in the city then, they won't have anyone left to stop us."

"Sure thing, boss. Garret out."

Jason's eye was always focused on the prize. He wanted the city to himself and nothing else. Cory always wanted to have a little fun in the process. That was what made them different. Jason would have simply killed those two people that came through the Blue Water Bridge. Cory let them go with nothing. One could call that a mistake judging from what happened, but if it hadn't happened, they may have never found out about Flint, motherfucking, Michigan.

A rustle from nearby grabbed Cory's attention. He craned his head to the side and saw a tall man dressed in a collared shirt and jeans. A pair of rounded glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and his hands were out to his sides where they could be seen. He matched Garret's description perfectly.

"I see you found my note!" Maxwell grinned. "I was getting worried you weren't going to show up."
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