Red Grave and its surrounding cities have ceased to function as a result of the mysterious tree that apparently attacked the city approximately one month ago. In light of this incident, the government has now--
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--They're demons! I've seen them with my own eyes! Red Grave is completely taken over!
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Let us pray for mercy. This is a trial from the heavens above... The end--
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"Same crap, different day." He flicks the police scanner radio off and moves to get up. "So, tell me--"
The Southern drawl of his partner interrupts him. "Tell you what?"
"How's it feel to be rescuing the guy that killed your father?" He walks over to the jukebox sitting behind them in the van and picks himself a song to replace the radio chatter.
"Hey, I'm glad we're gettin' personal. Well, he abandoned my mother and I and left us for dead," she reaches for a cigarette as her voice darkens, "So I. Feel. Nothin'."
He returns to the shotgun seat while giving her a glancing tap of solidarity to the shoulder. "Well he's not exactly goin' for a Father of the Year award, now is he?" Kicks his boots back up on the dashboard, hunkers in for the rest of this long drive. She breaths out a secondhand smoke, sighing.
"His research wasn't half bad. Came in handy... mildly thankful for that."
Ugh. The smell. He makes a face when it reaches him, and rolls down the window. "Do you hafta do that in here? It already smells like ass..."
"That's you."
As he sticks his head out to try and get the stink out, he catches sight of the road in front of them: demons, scuttling about the wreckage of cars in the abandoned city. "Hey, N███--!" he starts to warn her, but she's already on it.
"Don't lose your tits, I see'em."
She hits the pedal. Their shitty old van smashes into every demon in the way, swerving and splattering the fuckers on the windshield.
"Hey, do you have to hit every bump in the road?" She laughs back at him, and he sticks himself out the window with Blue Rose drawn-- "Gonna ruin my groove!"
BANG! BANG! Each pull of the trigger makes his wild smile grow larger, picking off stragglers in their path. When a flaming 10 car pile-up swarming with demons appears in the middle of the road, the two of them only need to shoot each other a look to know what comes next. N███ swerves the wheel, sending the van flying, rolling through the air as he swings himself out the open window and,
in a matter of seconds, almost in slow motion, he springs from car to car, blasting demons with his revolver and only a single arm to his name. Eight shots fired, every one a kill. He slips seamlessly back through the open window and into his seat right before the oldass vehicle touches asphalt again. With a twirl, he holsters Blue Rose and - looking over, seeing N███ with a new cigarette, he grabs the lighter from where it fell on the ground and lights it for her.
...Still not a fan of smoke, though.
They drive on - only a quarter mile until Red Grave, now.
Drive to Red Grave
June 15, 4:24 am
Click
--They're demons! I've seen them with my own eyes! Red Grave is completely taken over!
Click
Let us pray for mercy. This is a trial from the heavens above... The end--
Click
"Same crap, different day." He flicks the police scanner radio off and moves to get up. "So, tell me--"
The Southern drawl of his partner interrupts him. "Tell you what?"
"How's it feel to be rescuing the guy that killed your father?" He walks over to the jukebox sitting behind them in the van and picks himself a song to replace the radio chatter.
"Hey, I'm glad we're gettin' personal. Well, he abandoned my mother and I and left us for dead," she reaches for a cigarette as her voice darkens, "So I. Feel. Nothin'."
He returns to the shotgun seat while giving her a glancing tap of solidarity to the shoulder. "Well he's not exactly goin' for a Father of the Year award, now is he?" Kicks his boots back up on the dashboard, hunkers in for the rest of this long drive. She breaths out a secondhand smoke, sighing.
"His research wasn't half bad. Came in handy... mildly thankful for that."
Ugh. The smell. He makes a face when it reaches him, and rolls down the window. "Do you hafta do that in here? It already smells like ass..."
"That's you."
As he sticks his head out to try and get the stink out, he catches sight of the road in front of them: demons, scuttling about the wreckage of cars in the abandoned city. "Hey, N███--!" he starts to warn her, but she's already on it.
"Don't lose your tits, I see'em."
She hits the pedal. Their shitty old van smashes into every demon in the way, swerving and splattering the fuckers on the windshield.
"Hey, do you have to hit every bump in the road?" She laughs back at him, and he sticks himself out the window with Blue Rose drawn-- "Gonna ruin my groove!"
BANG! BANG! Each pull of the trigger makes his wild smile grow larger, picking off stragglers in their path. When a flaming 10 car pile-up swarming with demons appears in the middle of the road, the two of them only need to shoot each other a look to know what comes next. N███ swerves the wheel, sending the van flying, rolling through the air as he swings himself out the open window and,
in a matter of seconds, almost in slow motion, he springs from car to car, blasting demons with his revolver and only a single arm to his name. Eight shots fired, every one a kill. He slips seamlessly back through the open window and into his seat right before the oldass vehicle touches asphalt again. With a twirl, he holsters Blue Rose and - looking over, seeing N███ with a new cigarette, he grabs the lighter from where it fell on the ground and lights it for her.
...Still not a fan of smoke, though.
They drive on - only a quarter mile until Red Grave, now.