(Here I go.)
@MysticChickens04
Gage grimaced as he watched Grant come up the hall toward him. Bruises and scabs covered the wold-boy's head and arms. Had he been thrown against a wall? And... why wasn't Misty with him? He had been her shadow since they had met. "Hey, man." The wingman said, "You doing okay?"
@Thing2LovesChickens @AMERAUCANAS4REAL
Chase put another log on the fire, sending sparks into the night. "It's alright." He said, breaking the silence. Then he pointed to the letter, "That's of one of the workers. Without her, I wouldn't have made it out, either." He shrugged, "She wasn't very willing to help. More of a victim of circumstance."
He heard some rustling in the bushes, and his hand snapped to his holster.
A penguin waddled into the clearing with a rooster with him.
@RiverStorm @Laodicia @MissNutmeg @FrankieDoodle
Grass and rocks churned up by hooves and bullets. Shrapnel shearing flying everywhere. Inhumans hunkered behind forcefields, and in foxholes left by the earthbenders. Blood, some bled crimson, others green or blue. Grown men cried for their mothers as they lay dying. Swords dug into kevlar vests. Arrows rained down on tanks. Boulders hurled at bullet-proof trucks.
@RacehorsesRock @RoostersAreAwesome @CP Chicken
In the morning, No-name roused the group. Time to head down to the Sound.