Minions one, and minions all! Welcome, to Season Two, of The Survivors. The events of Season Two take place, ironically, two years, and three months after Chapter _____ of Season One. Enjoy.

I'm going to start writing in Third Person. Tell me of your preferences.

Chapter One

End Contract

Oh sweet Jesus. Kylar thought, staring across the square. He kept gaping at it, and whistled internally. That's a big one.

Kylar shook myself from my shock, and jumped over the outer part of the fountain, past the fountain-head, jumped, and tucked into a roll. Jumping up from the roll, he re-trained my Mp5 on the thing's head.

The Behemoth roared past where Kylar just was, swinging a massive fire hydrant. It stopped it's charge just past the fountain, and was about to smash the annoying little thing hurting it's head, when a trio of lasers slammed into it's back.

It roared again, and turned wildly, trying to find the source of it's pain. "Me….smash…human!" It slurred.

Kylar used the opportunity to reload. Must be the luckiest guy in the Wasteland. After thinking that, Kylar stopped for a moment, thought it over, and laughed. His first visit to GNR in two years, and it was turning out worst than the first time.

Thirteen Mutants after me, or a Behemoth? Can't decide which is worse.

The mutant spotted the Brotherhood soldiers by the ruined buildings to the North, and charged them. One of the soldiers wasn't wearing a helmet, not even a recon helmet, which at least offered some protection.

She was shouting orders to the others, obviously the leader of the group, towards the rest of them. She turned, shouted some more at an unarmored idiot, and kept firing at the giant.

Great. Kylar thought. Add more people to the slaughter. Those lasers will just burn off skin, but they won't kill the thing. The gun clicked, and Kylar fed another clip into it. Sighing, he resumed shooting at the Behemoth's head.

This isn't gonna work. Got to get inside. Higher ground. He started strafing around to the doors, hoping to get inside, possibly to where the two brotherhood soldiers were sniping from, when Kylar spotted his last good chance at survival.

One of the knights had a Fat Man. Kylar brightened up, and was cheering on the inside. They stood a decent chance now. Kylar tried to draw the mutant's attention now, to distract it from the soldier.

His joy shriveled, and Kylar paled as the giant mutant's arm slammed onto the knight, smashing her against the nearby bus.

Well. We're screwed. He hadn't the faintest idea how to work the contraption, being a weapon he'd seen, but never used, and didn't have the time to learn. Stupid contract.

Kylar pretty much expected to die, right then. Only a giant amount of luck that the brotherhood would keep the thing distracted enough for us to kill it with normal bullets, then we might live. But probably not.

But then again, I'm not lucky.

Strong-Tall-and Ugly decided to turn around and use Kylar's body as a substitute for a baseball. It roared, and charged. No time to run. Rolling wasn't going to work a second time. Kylar's bullets weren't enough to kill it that fast.

He took option four. Kylar roared back at it, charged, and sled baseball style under it's legs. Now he thought this was a good idea, but it turned a little too fast, and Kylar sled into it's foot.

Crack. Kylar grimaced. I think I broke my foot. Still on the ground, he rolled away, and the mutant roared it's anger at him. It raised the hydrant, and world went black and blue.

Well that's Chapter One. I hope you enjoy the new season, etc. etc.

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Th. Mint