(Thanks to Lance-Dusk, zackt2010, Zro-Kemuri 9t6, jamesss, AlexTheMortal (CHARACTER PLEASE lol) and YajuuKikuishi (Dang your logic) for your reviews! Let's start it on, shall we?)
The rain stopped after two hours, but a biting wind started, blowing small pieces of metal and debris across the barren land. Around half an hour away laid the cliff-like 'hills', the object of William's desire.
Leslie had worked hard with a somewhat reluctant Conner and Trent to clear out the back half of the destroyed truck, taking the seats from their frames, along with any bolts or dangerous pieces of metal. They managed to cut the sharp, jagged bits of the chassis away, and now a body lay in the chassis. Zeke had stayed true to his promise, and, despite being soaking wet, once the rain had finally stopped, he transferred Rain's body to the now clear Chassis for her to rest.
Zeke was digging into the ground with help from Leslie using shovels made of strong, crystal clear ice. Dirt piled around the hole they were making, as William treated the injuries; Conner and Trent looking on.
Tally's eye was an ugly black, the side of her face having rebounded of the corner of one of the seats. Thankfully there was no real damage, apart from the bruising.
Unfortunately, Riley and Alex were a different story. Riley was unable to put any weight upon her right leg, and William guessed that she had either broken or fractured her ankle. Alex still hadn't moved, and was still unconscious, his chest rising and falling slowly.
William shook his head at the damage, before turning back to Mila to check on her. She was still unconscious, but shouldn't be for long.
"We're finished." Leslie said, walking up to William and crouching down, Zeke standing.
"Good. We can get Rain into the grave soon then." William said, not looking at Leslie.
Leslie took a deep breath. "I didn't actually think we'd lose this many in so short a time. Jeffrey, Victor, Damian, Paige, and now Rain. Max is missing, and Alex seems unlikely to wake up."
William looked to Leslie. "What do you mean about Alex?"
"Well... a while back, before all the business with zombies and Crystal Lake. Even before I met Tanzi and Rose. Me and James, who you should remember as my boyfriend, once visited his granddad. James' granddad was in a coma, and I have to say, Alex looks eerily similar to him. He doesn't respond to any form of touch at all. Even people in a state of unconsciousness react somehow, but Alex doesn't." Leslie exclaimed, trying to block out the pain of remembering James, but suddenly felt very guilty for not thinking about James for so long.
"Hm..." William stroked his chin in thought. "This could be troublesome."
"What do we do then?" Zeke asked, looking around at the injuries. "Say we took everyone, except for Rain, at least one of us would be preoccupied with helping Riley walk, and then at least two of us have to carry Alex, and the same with Mila if she doesn't wake up. That leaves only four of us to take action immediately."
"Why don't you just let us stay here?" Riley suddenly piped up from her position on the ground, her leg straight and supported with a splint, raised slightly on one of the ripped off chairs. "Think about it. If you give me something to protect myself with, Alex and Mila can remain here, can't they? And then, once your finished with those damn mutants, we'll meet back here. How does that sound."
"That would be easier on us..." Zeke mused. "As well as making It more efficient, because we'll have more hands to attack."
"Okay." William said, standing up. "Riley, you make sure Alex and Mila are all right. After burying Rain, we'll leave and get it over with as quickly as possible, okay?"
Riley nodded the affirmative, and positioned herself move comfortably.
The burial of Rain was quick; slowly lowered into the hole Leslie and Zeke and made. After which, they put the dirt back in, and patted it down so a lump of dirt showed the area of the grave. It was to be left unmarked, so no demon felt the desire to dig it up when they were gone.
William now stood with Trent, Conner, Leslie, Zeke and Tally, next to the area of the injured. "Okay everyone, you know what we have to do. We want to destroy those mutants as soon as possible, and come right back here. Does everyone understand?"
A chorus of yes's sounded, but then Tally raised her voice. "William. I-I want to stay here, just so someone who can move around can look over the injured. Is that all right?"
William looked to Tally with a critical eye, before nodding. "That is fine. You don't have an offensive ability anyway, and the feeling of the mutant's will likely make you weak. You stay here." As Tally moved beside Riley, William looked back to his group now consisting of Trent, Leslie, Zeke and Conner. "We should go as soon as possible. Gather anything from the wreckage, including small medical supplies, and then we leave."
LINE BREAK
Two figures walked down the dusty road, staring at the gate ahead of them. One was male, and the other was female.
"Is this the right place?" The male asked, scratching his head.
"I think so." The female replied. "She should be here somewhere, and then we can find the other's and persuade them, tell them the truth. Those two can't be trusted."
The two figures entered the city, and started to look around. Very quickly, the man called out. "Here! She's here, but in a bad condition."
The woman jogged over to the man, who was kneeling beside a motionless body. It appeared the brown-haired and chocolate eyed woman was dead, but a very faint breath could be heard. The woman shook her head. "Paige... what have you gotten yourself into. It's a damn miracle you're alive."
Paige's eyes flickered open for a brief moment, staring at the two figures in surprise. She managed to mutter "y-you..." before falling unconscious again, her head resting in the pool of blood she was left in with the stab wound to the stomach.
"Get her." The female said to the man, and the man quickly positioned his arms under Paige's legs and back, and lifted her gently. "Let's go."
The female and male started to jog, Paige unconscious in his arms. "She's in critical condition. Zach, take her back to base. I'll go and see If I can find the group."
"Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"I'll be fine. I'll meet you back at base, hopefully with more survivors. Maybe with their extraordinary abilities, we will finally be able to start this much delayed war."
"I hope so, Rose. I hope so."
The man, Zach, and the female, Rose, both split directions, Rose heading down the road, sprinting as hard as she could, and Zach, with Paige in his arms, going in the opposite direction.
LINE BREAK
The group of five led by William jogged down towards the cliffy 'hills' and had already started to rise up. Rocks littered the path, slowly growing in size, until large boulders caused the group to assist each other to reach the top.
"Remember." William said, wiping dust from his suit. "They will most likely be underneath these hills, so prepare for any and all tra-"
William was suddenly cut off as a trickle of stone fell from a higher ledge. Immediately all five looked up, but no one was seen.
"What was that?" Leslie asked, shaking slightly in the cold.
A sudden scarpering caused the group to turn again, but only the bouncing off small rocks proved anyone was there at all.
"Whose there!" Trent shouted boldly, his voice echoing across the hills.
A sudden gargled roar from above sounded, and a figure fell straight on top of Leslie, raising a rock to strike Leslie.
Zeke quickly ran forward and pushed the figure off, which spun around, revealing it to be a mutant, otherwise known as Chameleon. His face and skin was the texture of the surrounding rock, and his teeth were yellowed and cracked.
"What a damn freak..." Trent muttered, and Chameleon suddenly charged at him, knocking Trent to the ground. Zeke and Leslie tried to grab Chameleon, but Chameleon spun around, slamming his fists into the two friend's heads. He then grabbed Trent's head and lifted it, before a rock suddenly bounced straight into his eye.
Chameleon snarled in pain, stumbling back and turning to the direction of the thrown rock. Conner was standing, throwing a rock between each hand, a maniacal look in his eyes. "Hurt did it?" Conner questioned, and Chameleon roared in reply. Conner narrowed his eyes, and threw the rock with deadly accuracy, fitting itself neatly in Chameleon's throat. Chameleon stumbled back, holding his throat in surprise, unable to draw a breath.
Suddenly, Chameleon let out an odd grunt, before falling to his knees, revealing Trent with his knife stabbed straight through the top of Chameleon's head.
"One down." Trent said, kicking Chameleon down. "Care to go?"
"Good work." William said, before pointing to a direction further up. "Let's go that way!"