If there was one thing Walker hated, it was flying to the mainland and wasting his time. When Ozpin said he had something important to discuss with him, he decided to take a gamble and listen to what he had to say. Jaune has accompanied him as well which made things a bit more tolerable.
He knew something was up when Ironwood and the others were there. He knew something was out of place when they all took the elevator to levels further than what was shown. Walker remained silent as the halls of the Memorial at Mother Base. Neither him nor Jaune said anything as they followed Ozpin and the others through these dark confines below Beacon. While he knew of Amber's existence, he didn't know why she was so important.
Yet, he still said nothing as they all stopped in front of a life support pod with the important woman inside. She had sun kissed skin and brown hair that looked soft as a pillow. A horrible scar was seen on her face and she showed no signs of waking up anytime soon.
When Jaune asked why she was so important, Ozpin just sighed and finally told them. He asked them what their favorite fairy tale was, but the look on Jaune's face made him skip the cryptic storytelling and jump right to the point. He told them everything; about Salem and the secret shadow war, how evil she was, and the danger she was capable of. Nothing was left out and even Ironwood and Glynda added their piece. Even about the Maidens and their importance.
Jaune just had a look of unease and rubbed his face stressfully. To find out there was an entire shadow war that has been going on this entire time just added stress to the situation. They all already had enough on their plate with the Locust and the Glowie plague, they didn't know if they could deal with this as well.
"Commander?" Glynda called out to him.
"..." Walker just remained utterly silent with his hands in his pockets. He was so still that he could almost be mistaken for a statue. There was a cold feeling rolling off his shoulders that put them all on edge.
"You could at least say something." Qrow commented.
"..." Yet, Walker didn't say anything. Instead, he just turned around and began to walk away from them. There were several cries of surprise, even from Jaune. While the blonde wasn't trying to rope himself in another conflict, he just didn't expect the other man to walk away.
"Commander, wait! Salem is-" Ozpin started.
"None of my damn concern." Walker curtly interrupted. He stopped walking away and looked at them from over his shoulder.
"Kid, she's pretty much the Boogeyman you read in those tales. The evil she's done over the years can't be measured." Qrow said.
A bitter laugh echoed across the atrium and bounced off several pillars. Walker just held his chest a bit and lifted his helmet to wipe away a tear. It lasted for a minute before he eventually calmed down.
"The Boogeyman? You want to know what the Boogeyman is? He's a Locust that speaks like a man, knows humanity like the back of his hand, and damn near sunk an entire city with enough planning and time." Walker said as he turned around.
"Commander, Scorn can be defeated easily. Salem on the other hand can't." Ozpin said.
"General, how many people have you sent after Scorn?" Walker asked.
"..." Ironwood just looked away briefly.
"How many?" Walker asked again.
"Two hundred." Ironwood answered.
"How many people came back alive?" Walker asked.
"None of them..." Ironwood said almost silently.
"I sent forty Gears after that fucker and they either came back critically injured or ripped apart. Ironwood sent two hundred of his best soldiers after him and not a single one made it home. What has Salem done?" Walker questioned.
Ozpin just remained silent. How was he supposed to tell the helmet wearing man how many people lost their lives over the countless years? How many people he's sacrificed in order to defeat Salem?
"Send your private death squad after him." Qrow said.
"Who do you think was part of that forty?" Walker responded and the gravity of the situation seemed to increase.
The Obsidian and Onyx Guards were pretty much viewed as invincible legends. Literal walking death machines that were masters at killing. They were the best of the best when it came to the Gears, so to hear that even one of them died to Scorn painted a picture as to how dangerous he was.
"He's not wrong. When Scorn started to surface more, we sent several of them after him. He killed every one of them with his bare hands." Jaune said.
"So this woman, who you fear so much, doesn't concern me in the slightest. The Locust and the damn Glowies are more of a problem." Walker said as he turned around.
"Then what are we supposed to do?" Qrow asked.
"Employ your Huntsmen and Huntresses." Walker answered as he began to make his way back up.
"We've heard the Locust mention something about Sera. Do you know anything about it?" Ozpin asked suddenly and Walker stopped in his tracks.
Jaune froze in his spot and looked at Ozpin and the other two before he shakily looked at Walker. His mind suddenly flashed back to Atlas when Red said the same thing and Walker held himself back from killing her. The only difference between her and Ozpin is that Walker cherishes Red.
Ozpin didn't have such a luxury...
"You know something about what they're talking about, don't you?" Ozpin asked calmly.
"..." Walker just continued to walk away. There was the sound of dress shoes hitting the marble floor and a hand gripped his shoulder tightly.
"Spit it-" Qrow stopped when he felt the barrel of a Snub planted against the back of his head.
"I suggest you get your hand off of him..." Jaune threatened lowly.
"Or what?" Qrow frowned.
"Beacon loses another Huntsman and your nieces lose an uncle." Jaune answered.
Qrow narrowed his eyes at him while Walker just planted his hand on his knife. Just before he could slash Qrow's fingers off, someone intervened.
"That's enough." Ironwood raised his voice. Despite his somewhat lack of trust in Walker, he saw no reason to lose a valuable ally due to Ozpin's shenanigans. This all stemmed from a Locust constantly yelling about a place called Sera.
"What gives, Jimmy? You're not at least a bit suspicious at the merc's reaction? He might know damn near every single thing about these things... even where they came from." Qrow said as he looked at Ironwood then turned back to Walker. When he turned back though, he found a knife placed against his throat.
"Commander, let's not escalate things further. Just take it easy." Glynda said.
"..." Walker just stared at Qrow then glanced at Jaune before he lowered his knife and sheathed it.
"Branwen, let go." Ironwood ordered.
"Fine... I'll bite." Qrow huffed and let go of Walker's shoulder then felt the Snub leave the back of his head.
Tensions were dangerously high and so thick that it felt almost suffocating to stand in the general vicinity. Nobody said anything for several seconds before Jaune took a step and stood next to Walker. Both parties stared at one another before Walker brought up his C-Droid.
"I'm pulling my Gears out of Beacon." He announced and hit several buttons.
Alarms rang out in everyone's heads and he ignored their looks and sudden protests. Why should he allow his Gears to be killed for Ozpin's shadow war?
"Commander, wait! This is all a giant misunderstanding-" Ironwood began.
"Why should I care? You lie to my face about this being an important problem with the Grubs, drop a bomb of information about some ancient bitch, then proceed to try and interrogate me about my past." Walker interrupted.
"Let's just settle down. Tensions are high and you even said it yourself, the last thing we need is division." Glynda said.
"Throwing my own advice in my face?" Walker laughed at the irony. He didn't care about Beacon anymore. He was tired of it all now; tired of flying almost sixteen hours to stay on the mainland, tired of being not trusted with dealing with the Grubs, tired of having his time wasted, and tired of being away from Amiya.
"I didn't mean it like that." She shook her head.
"You know how much time I wasted? Time that could be spent with my kid? I come here to fight your battles with the Locust, and I'm constantly being interrogated. You don't want to trust me? Fine. As of now, Beacon has lost the trust of the Gears." He said and turned his back to them.
Their protests and demands were ignored as he made his way to the elevator. Beacon was dead to him as of now, all Huntsmen and Huntresses were officially cut off from all Gear facilities and supplies. However, he would still maintain a relationship with the VDF.
Even as the elevator doors closed, he could still feel the wave of negative emotions from the other three. Jaune stood next to him and glanced at him.
"So what are we going to tell everyone?" He asked.
"That Ozpin tried to rope us into a fucking shadow war because he's too much of a pussy to fight it on his own." Walker said as he grabbed his electronic cigar and lit it.
"Just Beacon?" Jaune asked as he waved a bit of smoke from his face.
"Just Beacon. The VDF is trying to distance themselves from Ozpin's bullshit. This was the last straw." Walker said as he blew some smoke out.
"You know he's going to try and spin the story." Jaune said.
"Let that snake try. He's been a thorn in everybody's ass lately." Walker clicked his tongue and stuffed his hands in his pockets, perking up when the elevator doors opened.
The two walked out and ignored the front desk worker when she told him to put out his cigar.
Walker was fresh out of care at this point.
To say that tensions were at an all time high would be a massive understatement. Creed had almost blown a gasket when he found out that the Gears were going to be pulled out of Beacon.
The Gears themselves were confused as to why they were going to leave. When asked, Walker explained to them that Ozpin tried to rope them all into another conflict on top of the wars they were already fighting. Not a single one was happy in the slightest. Some wanted to stay while a majority wanted to leave and go back to Mother Base.
Creed and the Council had to practically beg Walker to keep the Gears here. The latter claimed they would pay a substantial amount in order for them to remain. Yet, Walker was still going to pull his forces out. His decision remained unchanged.
Just before he could, his scroll buzzed and he saw that it was Blake. She understood his anger, how he flew to the mainland, only to have his time wasted and missed out spending his little moments with Amiya. She knew that out of everything, Walker loved Amiya the most and the best way to have him cut ties with the person was to rob him of his time with her. However, she also knew that the VDF still needed the help from both the Gears and the BSS.
Creed saw Walker visibly relax a bit and hang up after being calmed down. He felt a wave of relief when he turned around and told them that he would remain, but if one incident happened that jeopardized his Gears or anyone else, he was leaving.
Unfortunately, he made it clear to everyone that the Huntsmen and Huntresses were officially cut off. All the facilities they went to in order to repair their weapons and armor were officially revoked. Ozpin and the others were banned from ever interfering with further operations.
Unless the situation was absolutely dire, Walker wouldn't appear anymore. They had wasted his time and he was done with it.
"Commander, we can work something-" Douglass started.
"There's nothing else to work out. I'm sick and tired of having my time wasted. Every time I get called here, I'm losing time with my kid." Walker shook his head. Out of all the people on the council, he did enjoy Douglass' company the most. The man was a genuinely decent person, it was just a bit unfortunate that he was caught in the crossfire due to Ozpin's actions.
On the other hand, Douglass did understand why Walker was so upset. Flying across the world and having his personal time wasted wasn't something anyone wanted. It made it even worse when that person has a child to take care of.
Despite remaining, Walker was still pulling some of his Gears out. The ones who have been at Beacon the longest would be leaving in the upcoming week. Nobody could change his mind on that matter. No amount of pleading or negotiations would make a difference at this point.
While it would possibly come back to bite them in the ass, several could understand. Ozpin's actions were starting to drive a wedge and if he didn't want to play ball, then he'd be left out in the field somewhere by himself.
Walker ignored the looks of several as the King Raven took off into the sky and flew towards the sea. He closed his eyes and laid back in his seat a bit while breathing out through his nostrils stressfully. He flew all this time to discuss something he thought was related to the Locust and it was nothing but a waste. Needless breaths wasted on a topic he had no interest in. He wasn't about to get in the middle of a petty squabble between two nobodies.
Jaune was on the same page as him. He felt that they had enough problems to deal with, adding another conflict would only make things more complicated. It would add more problems to the already full plate of them. Had circumstances been different, he would've immediately offered his help, but times were different. What Ozpin wanted and needed was Huntsmen and Huntresses, something he didn't have anymore.
"Wasted sixteen fucking hours flying here, only to have my time wasted." Walker muttered bitterly.
"At least we can head back." Jaune said and rotated his shoulders a bit.
"Ye-" Walker suddenly stopped when the King Raven suddenly evaded something and before he could snap at the pilot, he jerked around once more.
Both him and Jaune held onto nearby handles to brace themselves as the pilot shouted something at them, urging them to hang onto something. Walker looked out the window and his pupils constricted when he saw a cloud of black speeding towards them. He recognized their erratic movement anywhere and ordered the pilot to go faster.
She barely got a word out before something was shot through the thin window of the King Raven and impaled her. She coughed out copious amounts of blood before slumping forward.
"Fuck!" Jaune shouted when he saw that and struggled to grab onto something securely while Walker grabbed the controls. He did his best to get them steady, but they were spinning too fast and we're coming down too fast. His hands started to hurt with how hard he was gripping the controls but he couldn't get them steady.
The King Raven crashed onto the ground and started to roll against the dirt, creating a large tear in the earth. Walker and Jaune were flipped and thrown around in several directions for what felt like ages. The aerial vehicle kept tumbling through the forest, breaking trees in the process before coming to a stop.
Silence plagued the crash for ten minutes as the two occupants lied unconscious during that entire time.
Walker's vision blurred in and out as his ears rang painfully. He let out an agonized cough as he slowly crawled around the interior of the wrecked aircraft. Jaune's still body made him ignore the pain and he crawled up to him, shaking him and urging him to wake up. Thankfully, he was still breathing, but a nasty gash was seen on his head. It caked a bit of his blonde hair red.
He crawled to the door and gripped the handle, grunting loudly as he had to force the door open. The metal screeched as he did and once it finally slid to the side, he stumbled forward and crashed onto the ground. A wave of pain engulfed his system as he landed and his vision started to flicker every few seconds. Heavy footsteps made him realize that there was company and he grit his teeth in anger when he saw those damn familiar boots.
He spotted his sawed-off nearby and began to crawl towards it. Once he gripped it, the boot stepped on his wrist and made him groan in pain. Yet, he still tried to free himself despite the weight.
His gaze turned upwards and he cast a venomous and murderous glare at the one who was pinning his wrist to the ground.
Scorn gave that sick smile at Walker, as if he was greeting a familiar friend. He let out a chuckle before kicking the weapon away and freeing Walker's hand.
The last thing Walker saw was Scorn raising his right foot and sending it forward into his face.
Jaune's vision flickered in and out as he caught glimpses of various areas around him. He kept slipping in and out of consciousness in different increments and eventually just let go. It was hard to tell how much time has passed; but in his state of semi-consciousness, he could hear the cruel voices of the Locust, howls of agony, and chains being dragged across a metal floor.
He groaned as he slowly woke up and weakly looked up before he was suddenly airborne. His body slammed against the cold, metal ground and he landed on his stomach. A weak groan escaped his lips as he painfully put his hands on the ground and pushed himself up shakily. He fell onto the frigid surface and was simply immobile for a minute then eventually rolled onto his back.
After a while of just being on the ground, he started to see things a bit more clearly. A dark place with poor lighting, rusted floor, absurdly sharp bars, and a mere torn burlap sack to act as a bed. He painfully sat up and looked at himself. The first thing he noticed was that his armor was gone, leaving him in only pants and a tattered shirt.
Everything slowly started to come back to him and he held his head, drawing his hand back when he felt the dried blood on it.
"About time you woke up." A voice made him look to his left and saw another dark cell across from him.
"Walker?" Jaune asked, painfully standing up before falling back onto his rear.
"Take it easy. You hit your head pretty damn hard in that crash." Walker said as he stepped forward and leaned against the cell bars. His armor was removed, leaving him with only pants and a tattered shirt like Jaune. The biggest thing to notice was that his helmet was missing.
"Where are we?" Jaune asked as he shook his head.
"Locust prison." Walker said as he gripped the bars and looked around the area. Bloody hooks dangled from the ceiling and the smell of decay was heavy in the air. It was eerily quiet where they were at but faint screams were heard in the distance.
"Fuck..." Jaune muttered I'm despair.
"..." Walker shook the bars a bit and tested their durability before looking around his cell a bit.
"How long have we been here?" Jaune asked.
"A few days." Walker answered.
"Goddammit..." Jaune cussed again.
"What do you remember?" Walker asked as he leaned against the bars again.
"..." Jaune clutched his head as he barely remembered anything before shaking it a few times.
"Just-" Walker stopped and Jaune tensed up when the two of them heard a pair of heavy footsteps. The former crept back into his shadows and sat down while the latter did the same.
The footsteps got louder the closer they got and eventually Jaune saw the one Locust he actually held a good bit of fear and caution towards.
Scorn stood in the middle of the aisle and glanced at the two of them. He was taller than most, an air of cold malevolence rolled off his shoulders, and the intelligence in his eyes were frighteningly human. It was like he was a human wearing the skin of a Grub with the way he carried himself.
"The Golden Gear." Scorn greeted.
"..." Walker just glared at him from the dark, but Scorn could see him perfectly fine.
He turned his gaze to Jaune and peered at him. Jaune did his best to hide the subtle flinch when he locked eyes with Scorn. It was those eyes. Those damned eyes that actually scared Jaune despite everything he went through these last few years. There was just something so unsettling about Scorn's that made him want to look away.
"And the Shield of the Gears." Scorn gestured to Jaune.
"..." Jaune remained silent and looked away, making Scorn hum deeply.
"Ronin, have you enlightened your comrade of our origins? Where we both breathed our first breath of life?" Scorn asked and even though he's heard it before, Jaune was still unsettled.
To hear a Locust speak so frighteningly human, uprooted a hidden fear within his soul. Now he understood why Walker was so cautious about people engaging Scorn by themselves, why he threw the heaviest firepower he had to deter him. It was because this thing in front of them adapted to anything weaker than that. He wasn't alarmed by squads of Gears hunting him, shrugging off gunfire since his swarm of hellish creatures would guard him, and even taunted the most powerful people in the world. He took the experiences and gained knowledge from them, growing more dangerous with each encounter.
"Drop the cryptic shit. Say what you have to and leave." Walker said as he stood up and walked up to the bars. He glared at Scorn right to his face and wasn't even remotely moved by the look he received in return.
There was no fear in his eyes, not a single drop. All there was in them was an inferno of fury and hatred. A single drop of that fury was enough to make Scorn grin at the thought of their next battle. Walker was the only human on this planet that could stare him in the eyes and not cower away. Not once did he back away from personally engaging Scorn and even chased after him to try and take his head.
In a sick way, the Locust here respected Walker in their own demented way. After spending years on Remnant, they started to enjoy the sick rush of battle and slaughter. The harder the battle, the more sweet the victory tasted. Walker and his Gears gave the best battles and each Gear they killed was akin to a dessert. It also made it better because Scorn knew that this hurt Walker.
"He hasn't told you yet, has he, boy?" Scorn asked as he glanced at Jaune.
"Piss off." Jaune said.
"You lack the bite Ronin has. That's fine, you will show some ferocity in time. Killing you isn't on my list of priorities... yet." Scorn responded as he held his hand out and a Shredder Bat landed on his palm.
"Anything else?" Walker crossed his arms.
"I always enjoy your quips..." Scorn said and trailed off before his hand suddenly shot out between the bars and wrapped around Walker's throat.
"Hrrk!" Walker gagged as he was lifted up easily.
"But there will be a time when I'll grow tired of them and remove your tongue as a result." Scorn whispered as he got close to Walker's face.
Instead of cowering away or anything of that sort, Walker just let out a pained smirk as he gripped Scorn's wrist.
"Then the same applies... I'm going to grow tired of you and your fucking Horde... and I'll be there when I ripped them apart in front of you..." Walker laughed out and wheezed.
"When the day comes, I hope you have that same courageous smile when we battle." Scorn said as he threw Walker against the wall and stepped away. He walked to Jaune and opened the cell door.
"..." Jaune himself clenched his fists tightly and got in a defensive stance. An ominous shadow covered Scorn's body and only his eyes seemed to be visible.
"You reek of the same pathetic blood as the rest of this world's race. So fragile and weak despite your status... yet, you just might be spared if-" Scorn stopped when Jaune grabbed a nearby piece of rubble before he swung it at him.
He easily caught it and slammed his knee into Jaune's stomach. Vomit filled the blonde's mouth from the impact alone and he couldn't keep it in. It splattered against the ground and Jaune collapsed to his knee before falling to his side.
A mocking laugh reached his ears and he heard Scorn click his tongue, commenting on how he'd turn him into a worthy monster like Walker. He slammed the cell door shut on his way out, humming a tune as he made his way down the aisle.
Both Jaune and Walker coughed painfully before shakily standing and using the wall for support. Neither one said anything as they leaned against cell bars and looked at one another.
"Y-You weren't kidding when you said he hit hard..." Jaune wheezed painfully.
"Yeah... we need to get an idea of what this place is like." Walker said.
"How do you suppose we do that?" Jaune asked as he rubbed his stomach.
"They'll most likely put us to slave labor. We can get a layout of this shithole when they put us to work." Walker said as he rubbed the back of his head.
"So what do we do now?" Jaune asked.
"Start thinking about getting out." Walker answered and walked to the sack before laying down on it.
Jaune looked at him before doing the same and staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and his mind finally started to realize the dire situation they were in.
He was starting to believe this was the entrance to hell.
The two had been forced out of their cells and immediately put to work along with the rest of the prisoners. The area they were in was a large tunnel that was large enough for a Brumak to fit in. It was dim, dusty, and several spots had dried blood on them. Large crates were seen nearby, each one housing supplies and other things. Next to those crates were cages full of Tuckers that haven't been strapped with explosives yet.
A line of prisoners were seen working on digging a new tunnel. Each one was skinny from the lack of proper nutrition, pale from the lack of sunlight, and eyes hazy from the hopelessness of their situation.
Some glanced at Walker and Jaune's new arrival and watched as they were ordered to begin working. Both held a defiant look in their eyes but ultimately started to do what was ordered in order not to be killed.
Neither one said anything as they lifted heavy stones. People who had been prisoners by the Locust for a while were skinny and seemed to be moving on autopilot.
Jaune was disturbed when he saw a teen that was no older than fifteen have such lifeless eyes. The boy was scrawny and pale with horribly cracked skin and damaged fingers. There was a scar underneath his eye and he stumbled around like the others nearby.
They looked like zombies and it was both heartbreaking and horrifying at the same time. Whatever the Locust did to them must have been horrendous if they seemingly lost their spirits.
"Walker... why are they like that?" Jaune asked.
"They've been processed." He answered as he slammed his hammer against a stone and broke it into smaller pieces. He threw the rubble into a wheel barrel for later.
"Processed?" Jaune asked and hefted a chunk of rock up when a guard looked in their direction.
"Captured, tortured, and lobotomized." Walker answered briefly. He spotted a small chunk of metal and looked around before stuffing it in his pocket for later.
"How do you know this?" Jaune asked in a hushed tone.
"...This ain't my first rodeo..." Walker said quietly. There was a deafening silence between the two of them and it was only broken by the sounds of the other prisoners working.
Nothing was said between the two. Walker just thought about his childhood friend who had the unfortunate date of being captured during Operation Hollow Storm. His face turned sour when he remembered the two joining the Army together; the shit they went through during the war. In those two years, they went from friends to brothers along with the rest of Dead-Echo.
The last thing Walker remembered was the relieved look on his dying face when he saw Dead-Echo saving him. There were no final goodbyes or tears, just that look of relief before his body succumbed to the horrible wounds from his torture.
"Were you tortured?" Jaune asked.
"No... a good friend was..." Walker answered quietly.
"..." Jaune just remained silent and glanced at Walker.
"His name was Charles, but we all called him Charlie or Charlie-Boy." Walker added and slammed the tool on another rock. He began to tell Jaune what he was like.
How both him and Walker knew each other from when they were kids, how their first interaction was actually a fight, but they became close friends and eventually brothers. Eventually he just ended the story with how Charlie was captured and tortured by the Locust before dying in Walker's arms.
This was the first time Jaune's ever heard Walker talk about his past. Before Walker could continue, a guard approached and stood near them. Silence basked over them once more and they continued to slave away.
Hours ticked by and fatigue plagued both of them. They were tired, extremely tired, but not once were they allowed to rest. The Locust wouldn't allow it and even stopping for several seconds or sitting down meant certain death. One of the guards dropped a small shard and Walker was quick to swipe it up, stuffing it in his pocket before the Drone noticed.
Shackles were thrown onto them and both followed the crowd to a new area. Jaune looked around uncomfortably while Walker just took in the environment around them. He saw the gothic looking atmosphere, a couple of dead bodies suspended from the ceiling, each one nothing but decomposed flesh at this point. Some were kept intact while others were ripped in half, strung up like a macabre decoration.
"Walker... where are we-" Jaune whispered, only to fall silent when another prisoner shushed him.
"Death Pits." Walker answered, he was shushed too, but instead of cowering away, he harshly yanked the chain and made the person in front of him stumble.
One of the guards saw this and stormed up to the prisoner that stumbled. It smacked the man in the side of the face with its hand then slammed the Hammerburst against his face, knocking him onto the ground. The man pleaded and begged but the Locust ignored him.
Walker took this opportunity to look at the Drone's belt and observe it. He saw a sharp piece of metal and crept towards it. With the quickness of a viper and as sly of a fox, he managed to snatch the piece and go back to his spot. He subtly stuffed it in his pocket and watched as the man was beaten. When he got back, he'd have to thank Red for teaching him that skill.
He hated some random person getting punished for his actions but he needed the necessary parts to craft something. Even if it wasn't anything grand, but a simple shiv to better his chances of survival. Eventually, he just decided to get the Drones attention and whistled loudly. It did the job and the Drone turned its fury towards him.
Before it could do anything, a Theron came and ordered it to stand down. Both Walker and Jaune were going to be the next candidates for the Death Pits and injuring them now would only be a disservice to the gladiatorial arena.
There was no telling what they would be put up against, so they needed to be careful about what they did and how they did it. One wrong move could lead to death, something neither one wanted. Both had people to go back to.
If they needed to turn into monsters to escape this hell, then so be it...
Thanks for reading this. Doing this on mobile seems to be a bit more difficult now for some reason, but I'm managing somehow, especially since I can't type as fast as I could a couple of weeks ago on here.
Anyways, I've got some news for everyone. It's not as exciting as some people might think but it is for me.
I'm going to be moving overseas and I'll be over there for a while.
WTWA is still being written despite everything. Anyways, I don't have anything else to say other than thanks for everything and I'll catch you guys on the flip side.
Take it easy, everyone.
