"Chromie! Death count!"

Chromie thought. "The people who are dead are Gul'dan, Illidan, Kerrigan, The Butcher, Valla, Tyrael, Gazlowe, Nazeebo, Medivh, and the Lost Vikings."

They were sending out a group to look for the other missing Heroes. Nova, Brightwing, Jaina, Chromie, and Auriel were packing essentials into a large pack that one would carry.

"Okay, so who's carrying the bag? We'll go on a '1-2-3 not it!'."

"1."

"2."

"3!"

"Not it!" Everyone except Jaina shouted.

"Not i- damn, I wasn't ready!"

Jaina slung the bag over her shoulder, and started walking up the cellar door.

"Have fun!" Li-Ming called.

"We'll have as much fun as we can looking for missing people." Jaina called back.

"The west marketplace has yielded no results, either." Said Chromie, looking at the map.

"So the only places left are the housing districts and the abandoned hospital?" Nova asked, looking at Chromie.

"Yeah. Which one first?"

"I'd say the housing district." Jaina said. "It makes sense, there's more shelter there."

"Friends, let's not be dumb-dumbs!" Brightwing yelled. "The hospital would be nice!"

"And why would that be?" Nova glanced at Brightwing.

"Because band-aids and lollipops are there!"

Auriel interrupted. "I agree." She said, in her cool, calm voice. "People who are hurt or have people who are injured with them would want to seek refuge in a hospital, with generally more medical supplies there. Also, lollipops are nice."

It was nearing midday when they reached the hospital. Vines had grown along its white walls, and many windows were smashed open.

"Nice looking place…" Nova muttered sarcastically.

Where the receptionist desk would've been, now sat a hunk of charred wood, obviously burned by something unnatural, as it looked like the site of a controlled fire.

Brightwing squealed in glee when she saw the remnants of what would've once held lollipops, and picked up a lollipop on the ground near it.

"Brightwing, are you sure that's safe to eat after 4-" Nova began, but was cut off by Brightwing spitting out the candy and recoiling in disgust.

"Where should we check first?"

"The children's wing." Jaina said. "What if there are some poor kids there that need our help?"

"Good idea, I don't particularly like the thought of kids stranded in the apocalypse."

The children's wing smelled of bandaids and apple juice, so not a particularly bad smell. The only light came from the windows, illuminating the blood red sky outside.

"Okay, so what do we do if we find any children?" Jaina said.

"We clean up any cuts they might have, ask them their name, ask them where their families are, and then help them find their parents." Nova told her.

"What if their parents are…"

"I dunno."

They walked to the end of the hallway, where a door was slightly ajar, and a fire was sitting in the center, controlled and heating up the cold hall.

"Okay, we just have to be quiet and maybe whoever's in there will be-"

"OWWW! GOD DAMN IT!" A southern accented woman screamed.

"Wait… Sgt. Hamm-"

"WHO'S BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO LEAVE A BEAR TRAP IN THE DAMN CORNER NEAR MY STUFF?!"

"Sgt. Hammer, are you okay?" Nova asked, alarmed, stepping into the room.

"Nova?! What in the sweet name of Satan- Never mind, just get this thing off me!" She yelled, pointing at the bear trap on her leg.

Nova examined Hammer's leg.

"It's a good thing this has a release hatch."

"WHO CARES ABOUT THE DAMNED RELEASE HATCH?!"

"Okay, okay, calm down!" Nova shouted, and began working at getting the trap off the other woman's leg.

"There we go." Nova exclaimed, putting the bloody bear trap on a windowsill, where everyone could see it and avoid it.

"Good, now i'm getting out of here!" Hammer grinned, trying to pick herself up.

"Oh, Hammer! I wouldn't suggest standing up right n-"

"OH SWEET LORD!"

"Yeah, your leg's torn pretty bad. You need Lt. Morales with you right now."

"Or the literal angel behind you." Jaina suggested.

"I'll see what I can do." Auriel murmured, floating over to Hammer. She placed her hand on Sgt. Hammers damaged leg, and a glow came from it, nearly blinding everyone.

"Alrighty, now I can g- AAAHHHH!" She screamed, as she fell because she put weight on her damaged leg.

"I've stopped the bleeding, but the inside is still very torn. It's not reliable, but at the very least, you will not bleed out." Auriel's echoing voice bounced off the walls of the room.

"At least not externally." Sgt. Hammer growled from the floor. "Alrighty, Nova, Jaina, carry me back to you guys' HQ. I need to have a little chit-chat with your nearest surgeon."

"MORALES! WE NEED YOUR HELP!" Nova screamed.

"I'm sort of busy with someone else!" Morales called. Nova and Jaina dragged Sgt. Hammer down the stairs, with Auriel, Brightwing, and Chromie tailing before them.

"What could be so important?" Jaina asked.

"You really want to know?"

"Um, yeah…"

"Shortly after you guys left, Kael'thas said something about 'Mana addiction' and 'I haven't had any mana in the past few days' before collapsing."

Jaina facepalmed. "Nobody else here knew that he's a mana addict?"

"I knew." Sylvanas said, glaring at Morales. "I told her that he needs mana or else he has a serious risk of dying, but she refuses to believe mana addiction is a real thing."

"Because it's not."

"You've done scans and tests! You have proof!"

"I still can't fully cope that magic really does exist, more or less an addiction to a magic substance."

"You want more proof? The Wretched"

"What are The Wretched?"

"They're husks of who they once were, they have tremendously long claws, rotting teeth, black tears and saliva, snow white skin, they're hunchbacked, insane, and extremely violent. So unless you want poor Prince Kael turning into one of those monsters, i'd suggest giving him some mana, right now. Go on, he's awake now."

"I'm guessing that's linked to magic?"

"Obviously. After you're done, go help little Hammy-Wammy with whatever's wrong with her."

"Call me Hammy-Wammy again, and you- you'll…. Okay, this threat went nowhere."

Li-Ming scooted into the room. "What's happening?"

"I got a bear trap to the leg, and now I can't walk."

"Ouch."

"Did you see what happened to that Kael guy?"

"Ooh, yeah. It was bad. He was all light-headed and weird sounding. We were just eating lunch and he comes over, leans on the table like he's about to barf, and he goes, and I quote, 'Oh.. Oh yeah...D-did I ever m-mention that I have a mana addiction? I haven't had any ma-mana in a few days. I'm guessing that's not….' and then he passed out."

"Good to know."

"Why is he so addicted?"

"From those dumb little expositions he does durin' battle, it has somethin' to do with some pool o' ancient water, called the 'Sunnywell' or something, and Arthas wrecked the hell out of it, and they were getting a lot of mana from that thing, so…"

"Yeesh. With how smart he claims they all are, you'd've thought there would be a better option."

"Can we not speak of it?" Sylvanas said, turning from the corner.

"Right. You're so touchy-feely about it because you died during it, so…"

"You have that right, cowgirl."

"Oh, so just because my leg is torn to shit, you get to call me stuff like 'Hammy-Wammy' and cowgirl?"

"Uh, yeah." Sylvanas said, flicking at one of Hammer's braids.

"Stop that!"

"Make me, scramble-leg."

"All these nicknames, my god. It's like elementary school...and middle school…and high school all over again!"

"I'm guessing school was awful?"

"Uh, yeah. Other girls are MEAN!"

"You think I don't know that? You get the privilege of being a single child, I had to deal with 2 sisters. Sweet Sunwell, Alleria was the definition of 'terrible' when she hit puberty."

"You guys live pretty damn long, what age do you even hit puberty?"

"Well, in Quel'thalas, you're considered a legal adult by the time you're 200, but it's pretty random. I remember some boys voices changed when they were 60, which may sound old to you, but for an Elf, that's pretty damn young."

"Sweet Jesus."

"Sweet Elune, as well."

"I meant to ask, what's an 'Elune'?"

"The Moon goddess, for Elves. Many Elves across Azeroth believe she created everything, though basically everyone else believes some dumb pantheon of Titans made everything."

"I'm guessing talking about religions on Azeroth is like trying to slice someone with a sword with no hilt?"

"No, no wars have ever been started about religions."

"Lucky you. Where i'm from, religions are touchy as hell."

"I'm bored of talking. What do you want to watch?"

"Ooh, drag me over to the couch! There's a great show I need to show you, it's called Unbreakable: Kimmy Schmidt. It's about a girl named Kimmy who was trapped underground in a cult for most of her life, until one day she gets saved, and she's in the open world, and she moves to New York to…" Sgt. Hammers voice faded out as Sylvanas dragged her to the couch.

Consort: I didn't realize that. Whoops.

Lucario: Are you sure you want me to reveal Brightwing's fate? I don't want you to freak out.

And yeah, Brightwing's pretty much too friendly for her own good, but she does have heals and teleports on her side, so she's got that in her favor. She doesn't wear armor either, which I do find impractical, and leaves her exposed.