"I didn’t kill them… honest."
"y’don’t really expect me t’believe that, do you?"
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"I didn’t kill them… honest."
"y’don’t really expect me t’believe that, do you?"
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I don't want to shoot.
So don't give me a reason to.
It took at least four men to force Nicole to move. They pushed and shoved her towards a train car whilst she pushed back screaming. She wasn't going to give up without a fight. Besides they took her belt of knives. The only thing she wants to do right not is rip their heads off or just slaughter them. Either way she wants them dead. She managed to kick one of the men right in the balls, then one of the men punched her in the stomach. "Fuck you." She mumbled before she was pushed into a train car; where there were already people inside. The men shut the door before she could even get a chance to fight back.
She started to hit her side against the door to try and get it to open. "When I get my knives I'm going to kill you all!" She shouted. Pushing herself she stared at the metal door and frowned.
It had been a few days since the fall of the sanctuary. Not a long time, but enough to remind him of his own mortality; he'd almost died too many times to count in the last few days, a stark contrast to what life had been before. He still had nightmares about it when he closed his eyes. But those were the least of his worries. His main concern was helping to keep his remaining allies alive and well- if they died, he went down with them. This was why he was sitting in front of Gareth, squinting at him in the bright Georgia sunlight. "I know they got you in the shoulder, man. Lemme look. I don't know as much 'bout first aid and shit as some other people but I know it's easier for someone to do it to another person than to try to do it on themselves. Lemme help, will ya?"