

Echo listened to the two men fight a while longer, eyeing Rory warily. The various scents that she gave off only made Echo more uncomfortable around her. She seemed ready to eat any one of them, something that Echo was not fond of. When Lenny began to walk away, she shot Gray another look. She was angry and also betrayed that had had basically chosen this stranger over their safety. Slowly, she turned away and walked after Lenny, keeping an ear on Rory in case she decided to pursue them. The sound of her boots crunching on the dead leaves filled the quiet air. It was growing even darker and Echo switched on her night vision. Another perk of being a panther shifter. Echo looked back to see if Amell was following them. She didn't know him well enough to make a guess on where he stood. However, it made sense that he would choose the safety over himself and his sibling versus this vampire lady. Echo was still slightly shocked that Gray had opted to trust her so quick. However, she also knew that people were nasty. She had been hurt emotionally enough times in her past to know that people would almost always choose themselves and their own interests over others. As they reached the safehouse, Echo shifted to her panther form and climbed onto the roof of the shelter. She didn't feel like seeing anyone at the moment and would much rather sit in silence. The cat laid down and rested her large head in her paws, watching the dark landscape around her. Suddenly, the scent of a dead animal filled her sensitive nose. Echo's fur bristled and she guessed it was probably Rory's doing. At least it was a dead animal and not a dead person though. The panther walked towards the edge of the roof where the scent was the strongest and soon found the stranger. There wasn't any use hiding her presence. This woman was annoyingly in tune with her surroundings.
Nyx shrugged at Ellie's verbal stab. "Myself I guess. When you are in a world full of mutated monsters and super-humans, you figure out some medical techniques I guess. I don't have to help if you don't want me too. I just noticed that you weren't doing anything about it." he added and glanced at the wound again. "As for damsels in distress, I don't like coming across dead bodies torn apart by baklaks. Why form enemies when you can form alliances? I don't really enjoy being alone I guess. I grew up in a good family and being without them gets hard. Sticking with others makes me feel better I guess." Nyx had no problem being open. It often actually helped him make friends due to him being more real. Everyone was so guarded nowadays. It was different to find someone who had no problem talking about his past. "What about you guys. Have you been alone this entire time or were you previously part of a group?" he hoped it wasn't too much of a personal question. Some people could be really touchy about the topic. However, he also knew that they most likely all had a depressing past and simply not talking about it didn't make it any less real. He had come to terms with the fact that his family had died and since then, it had made it easier to live and survive in the present. He thought about how depressed and destroyed he had been at the loss of his family. Nyx had cared so much for them all. Part of his drive to assist others had come from the pain he has suffered after losing them.



Cinder examined their surroundings closely. No obvious sign of the safehouse yet. Cinder wondered if it was an above-ground or a below-ground shelter. Either were useful. At the mention of a family, a deep saddness seized Cinder's heart. A family had lived there previously. They had probably been killed off by some awful beast, dying a horrible death. It made her heart hurt. She felt so helpless in this new world. I wish I could help them. she thought to herself. "Thanks for allowing us to stay with you." she managed to tell Quinn before retreating back into her own world. She genuinely did appreciate how generous Quinn was being. The sound of a body hitting the ground made Cinder jump and shift into her fox form. That was her get away reflex. The fox whirled around and stared at Kaylor, ears pinned back. Her bushy tail swished back and forth and she was ready to run. Thankfully, it appeared that he had just tripped and Cinder almost emitted a small bark of laughter.
Larka looked at Lucas as he sprung wings of his own. Was she seriously the only person who couldn't fly in this group. How fortunate for her. The sight of Lucas' wings only made her feel even more vulnerable. As of now, she was the only one that couldn't fly and that put her at a severe disadvantage. Remember, they don't want to kill you right now. You need to get to that safe house before night falls. Larka reminded herself and took a deep breath. It's up to you. If you can carry me, great. Otherwise, I can figure out my own way to find shelter for the night. she told Lucas, standing up and straightening her posture. Larka was careful to choose her words, not wanting to demonstrate any sign of weakness. She could survive the night if needed. She had done it before. Confidence was key in this situation. Let them know that you mean business and shouldn't be messed with. That was how Larka had managed to stay alive while barely ever using her ability. In a land full of mutants, people could really scare themselves with their imaginations. Especially when it came to guessing each other's capabilities.

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