Well, here- Chapter Two- To Find Us.
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+++++++++++++++++++ Chapter Two- To Find Us +++++++++++++++++++

It had been a couple weeks now.

The exhaustion and wear-and-tear of travel in the dead place was starting to get to 42 and 83, mostly to 42. They didn't need to travel for much longer, of course. It was nighttime, they had found a wooden crate, in which they took refuge in. 83 had made a small fire pit out of stones, and after rubbing many sticks together, she had found a match, which wrked wonders. Te rest of the night was cold and windy. After much talking and threatening each other, they had went to seperate corners of the crate, curling up and falling asleep. The next day, it was still cold, but it wasn't windy at all. They hiked until the sun was smack-dab in the middle of the sky, exactly when they could spot a large building on the horizon. Tey got closer, and they stared in horror; the factory was destroyed, it reeked of mechanical fluids and the after-smell of fire. "Are you telling me this is where they may be?" 83 said questioningly.

42 nodded slowly, before the two set off int the rubble. They found it had fire damage, and several dead machines. 83 tripped on something. "Ouch!" She said, getting up, then staring in horror at the thing she tripped on. It was very bulky, with a tube-like bag on its back, with several weapons. Three lines crossed his mouth vertically, and when 83 turned it over to see who it was, she was even more horrified and shreaked...

The person she tripped on was 8.

42 ran to her aid, stopping at staring at 8 as well. "Th-that's 8... One of the original nine." He said shakily. He turned to a puddle of gasoline, and saw a flash of purple-rimmed, blue tinted optics. He blinked, stumbling back, and pointing his spear upwards. He could see three figures traveling on a knocked-over support beam, and a small flutter of hope sprouted inside of 42 when he saw that one of the figures was shaped like a cat. "83, come on." He whispered, dragging the traumatized 83 from 8, and to the support beam. He and 83 climbed, empty clunks echoing around the destryed building. Obviously, the three figures were alarmed, anyone could tell because they were now running. "Kitty, go! Take 57!" Hissed a female voice, coming from the tallest one, and turned to face 42 and 83. They stopped, about three yards away from each other. "Who are you and what do you want?" Hissed the tall mystery stitchpunk. "42 and 83, and you are?" 83 growled back, aiming her bow and arrow at the stitchpunk. "42? 83? You... You're back!" She laughed, running over and hugging the two. "294, calm down." 42 laughed, returning the hug. 294 was taller then 83 and 42, not much shorter than 8. She seemed to be made of white and black tattered cloth, and she had purple-rimmed optics with blue-tinted glass. She was wearing a black felt top hat, with a tooth wedged into the side. She had normal arms and legs, made of palm wood, red copper, and white synthetic glue.
"Who?" 83 asked with confusion. 42 and 294 paused. "42. Why is she asking me this?" She asked sternly, breaking the hug. 42 sighed. "I'll tell ya later. Where are 57 and Kitty?" He asked. 294 suddenly grabbed 83 and 42s' hands, dragging them while they protested, to a hole in what was left of a hollowed cement wall. The interior of their shelter was large, and in one corner, a fire was burning, and a small stitchpunk and a cat-like stitchpunk was sitting by the fire, the cat-like stitchpunk turning to 294, 42, and 83. "Well, well. I told you this would happen." The cat purred, having a gentle Victorian accent. "Kitty, tats enough. 57, 83 is back." 294 yawned, stretching and flopping down on an old decorative pillow. 57 nervously glanced ver her shoulder, her pupils mere pinpricks. She seemed more afraid than happy. "Oh." Was all she said, before turning back to the fire and staring. "Who, wait what." 83 said, staring at Kitty and 57. Kitty seemed to be made of victorian fleece, purple in color, and had lace on her ankles and fringing her ears. She had tears on her hips, showing a circular shape on each side, which were joints that allowed her to have pivot-like movement in her legs, great for leaping. She had almond-shaped emerald eyes, and a small stitch in between her eyes, making a tiny cat nose.

83 couldn't exactly see 57 well at all. Kitty gve an amused purr. "Now, I sense that you have seen something rather shcking. That 8 figure was killed by the same machine that destroyed all the humans." She said, her eyes staring off into the distance in concentration. 83 blinked. "How did you...?" She mumbled. "She has unusual abilities." 57 said from the fire quietly. "They have helped us survive, when she chooses to tell her visions in detail." 83 blinked. "So if there is an 8, then there are a 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7, right?" She asked quizzically. "83, you must remember our numbers are broken. There is no 82, 81, or 80. But, actually, yu are quite right." Kitty said, padding to a curtain in one corner that 83 had failed to notice. "One called 6 is much like me, only he has different ways of doing so." She sighed, pulling a string that pulled the curtain ut of the way.

83 stared; there were several hundred drawings of the same thing, quite alike to the silver circular items the human gave her after she was awakened, only with different symbols. "Poor soul was killed, but saved a few of their clans lives. That, my friend, is the Source, also known as a Talisman. For all I know, there is only one, but I predict that tw are hiding within yu, 83." She purred. 83 blinked, processing what Kitty was saying, and trying to figure out what she meant, before unzipping her belly, pulling out two faded silver talismans, then putting them down, zipping her stomach back up. Kitty purred. "Exactly." She said, kneeling down and studying the silver items. One had blue symbols, they were the egyptian symbol of Ra, the symbol of Anubis, and the Ankh. Te second had red symbols, they were Beta, Zeta, and Alpha. They shared a faded silver-grey coloration. "I have been looking into the practice of revival. Seems we are missing one talisman, then I must search for the riginal. Their power will magnify and revive the ones that have passed, if I am correct." Kitty mumbled.
57 silently walked over. She was short, an inch shorter than an average had a round face, and she had several frays, seemingly made of shoe lace ties, that curled everywhere, making what humans would call a 'hairstyle'. Her right optic was made of polished silver with a clear glass lense. Her left, however, had a jean patch with a sky-blue shiny button. Her cloth material was made of a childs' white blanket, only making her look frailer. Her feet were made of a bit of shynthetic grey glue, oak bark, and silver. She seemed to be wearing a scarf, which she wore like sleeves for her arms, and her fingers looked like mole claws, because they were. "I do hope you are correct." She said quietly to Kitty. "Also, I have forgotten to mention, we will be leaving this place tonight." Kitty said, pulling the string to cover the drawings.

"Wait, what? We just got here, and now we need to cross that... That... That desert! Are you nuts?" 83 shouted ngrily. Kitty looked unfazed as 294 strapped a sachel onto her back. "Who is to say who is sane or not?" She purred gently. "We must leave, we must find the two other talismans. And possibly the survivors of the massacre." She said as 294 slipped a backpack like sack on 57s' back, then one on her own, then handing 83 and 42 spears; they were light, yet thick and strong. "Agh, fine; we have to find shelter by nightfall though, and I suggest that we check out that place with the green glow." 83 sighed. Kitty snapped her head over to 83, suddenly looking serious. "You saw a green glow? That is the color of the original talisman, the life giver of the original nine." She said quickly. "We must leave at once."

And they did.

NOTES

Heads up, guys. Everyone needs a voodoo grandma.

Her name is 103.