Samuel and Fredrick inched down the street both feeling pain with every step. Both limped along holding canes crafted by Samuel's power. Samuel's heavy coat was pulled tight across his exposed chest, and the large collar was popped high covering most of his face. His bowler was dirty, dusty and had a small indention in it. His knee wobbled each time he attempted to put pressure on it, instead he finally decided on creating a splint running down his entire log preventing him from bending it at all. Fredrick looked no better he walked in the rags that used to be clothes, all had been cut up just as bad as he was. He was bleeding in dozens of places, and a couple major ones. A bloody hand on top of the bleeding arm clasps his shoulder where one of the most major gashes was. His other hand grasped the cane although it was more like a crutch as he put no weight what so ever on his foot.

They made their way down the street, and noticed a body lying face up another lying next to him laying face down. It was Kilford staring skyward; they hurried over.

"Kilford? Kilford?" Fredrick shouted

"Are you going to take me back to him?" he responded wishfully.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, jerk. It's me Fredrick and Samuel"

"Oh" he replied mildly surprised as if he didn't have any more energy then that, he slowly turned his head to them. "You look like shit, but thanks"

"Hey at least were walking."

"yeah, and I know seven people who can't say the same."

"I see one" Fredrick began to say then the realization dawned on him "Oh shit, you okay?"

"Yeah just need some rest, heavily drugged." He said showing them the tubes poking out of his wrists, pink fluid dripping out of it. "Come here" he said, they obliged and he immediately slammed the tubes into each of their toes.

"Auugh" Fredrick screamed "what are you-,oh I see" he said starting angry but quickly devolving into a much more mellow attitude, until finally accenting it by dropping down to the ground and sitting staring out at nothing in particular. "Hey, Samuel did you get a log pose?"

"No"

"me neither, Kilford?"

He pointed to the body next to him no lying in a small pile of blood. "Does she have one." Fredrick looked over at the body expression never changing.

"Nope."

"Then no."

"Damn, I guess we carry on."

"Well we better check the bodies again back there." Samuel interjected.

"Yeah I suppose." Fredrick responded slowly

"Now?" Samuel offered.

"Gimme five minutes." he said just sitting there.

"Speaking of bodies can you look through the rubble over there."

"Rubble? Overwhere?" Fredrick asked looking around then quickly spotted the missing front of one of the houses. "Oh, Damn Samuel would you mind?"

"No" he said getting up and slowly walking over to the rubble.

"What do you see?" Kilford asked.

"Nothing" he responded.

"No massive beast over there?"

"Just the one" Fredrick snickered "Oh come on Kilford; that was funny?" he prodded Kilford softly but he was already preoccupied.

"Really nothing?" Kilford repeated.

"Do rocks count as something?" Samuel replied dryly.

"No,"

"Then your all out of luck, I'm afraid. Why?"

Kilford didn't respond for a while until finally just saying "Oh no reason, forget about it." Then he got up fighting against the drugs and guided Fredrick over to one of the buildings..

"let's get you looked at, you too Samuel" He said.

"What about you?"

"Devil fruit, gives me an enhanced healing rate, on account of healing damaged suffered when another loses a life for me, that and I have better control over my drugs I can send them through my body with out messing with muscle movement" He smiled weakly drawing a small needle out of the cuff of his shirt and beginning to undo the lining of his collar with it.

"Your sure you fine?" Fredrick mumbled attempting to gesture at Kilford own injuries but his arm lulled at his side not moving.

Rolf felt terrible he entire body shook terribly as he clawed himself out of the rubble. His entire body hurt; he had just taken a pummeling and judging by his circumstances he could probably guess from what. Or at least he could if his mind wasn't completely occupied with screaming at him to get more of his drug. He reached slowly into his bomber jacket to find the place he kept his cigarettes only to find it empty. Sweat beads formed on his head as his mind raced around in circles looking for something that it wasn't going to find and chasing things that aren't really there.

The lack of drugs running through his body had brought a new clarity to the entire scene, both terrifying and enlightening. He could feel each ray of sun as they penetrated deep into his cornea igniting the frontal lobe of his brain with a splitting pain. He could here thundering caw of birds circling over head and feel every part of his now aching body. Every muscle stretched well beyond its capabilities, every bone not used to supporting all the weight felt limp and soggy. Still the clarity did bring two new ideas to the forefront of his brain. He needed a fix and he knew where to get one, but he had the sense to not go back empty handed. He began limping down one of the side roads out the back of the now destroyed building. He needed to get back to their boat, and possibility to more smokes, Lieder always seemed to have them around. But before he could do that he needed to pick up Lieder's log pose, never leave them around, they're too valuable he remembered the boss chastising him, no not the boss, the boss's second-in-command. So he set off to the square, as Fredrick and Samuel were walking down to Kilford. He acquired the log pose and set off through the forest back to the boats be set by pain on all sides.

Samuel limped back to Fredrick and Kilford his wooden brace clunking softly in the dust . Fredrick sat up and hollered.

"Did you find one," Fredrick hollowed still running a lazy hand against the new bandages adorning his body made from bits of his now destroyed cut.

"No, someone had been there already taken them." Samuel responded, his body in a similar state.

Kilford finally spoke up "it was probably the big guy, you know the one I buried under a pile of bricks"

"What" Fredrick responded incredulously "You mean he is still kicking after that, was is he made of metal?"

"Don't worry" Kilford responded speaking slowly with a measured precision "While I was flailing on his back I managed to grab these" he fished a small packet out of his pants and tossed them at Fredrick's feet, rolled joints slid out of the packet.

"You have the strangest time for urges, Kilford" Fredrick responded picking up the box and sliding the joints back in.

"I think their some sort of strengthen enhancing drug, where talking overhauling his entire physical abilities. Speed, stamina, strength all of it was off the charts, even tolerance to the foreign substances of my drug."

"So he is a monster?" Fredrick said staring at Samuel with a worried glance. None of them were in a position to fight anyone right now.

"Well, not with out these and from what I can guess with the amount of time he seems to have spent using these, I'll imagine his normal state without them is a wreck, his normal physical tolerances have been overexerted to the point of crippling pain and he mental state will be a shivering wreck entirely devoted on sorting out now cluttered physical stimuli and finding these things again."

"So he's addicted to them?" Fredrick cautioned a guess.

"Precisely."

"So what's to stop him coming back here and tearing us apart driven by said addiction?"

"Well he hasn't so far and Samuel says he wasn't in the building rubble-"

"So" Samuel interjected "he must already been wake and didn't already think to come here first which means he has another supply."

"Precisely."

"And so we have time." Fredrick finished as he collapsed back to the ground.