«We Could be Heroes»

He wore a U.S. navy uniform, the pants frayed as he sliced through the thorny underbrush with a machete. Sweat came through his shirt.
A penguin followed two strides behind him, and at once it stopped, turned it's head to the trees, and squawked.
Chase stopped and turned around. Then he heard it, too. His eyes following the bird's up into the trees. There, hung in the branches almost two stories up, was a girl.
 
Gage's eyes flew open, and a terrible dread came over him. What was he thinking? Just leave everyone to die? We're they already dead? He grimaced as he pulled a tube out if his arm, and stretched his wings, either tip almost touching the walls. Where were his clothes? He had to get out of this hospital gown. Go find his friends. Maybe they could back out of all this secret war before anyone got hurt.
 
Sammy pulled the knife out of its sheath. She grumbled something about how rude trees were as she hacked at the parachute lines with her knife. As the last one broke, she fell, landing on the damp, leafy ground. She stumbled and cursed under her breath as she felt pain spike up her ankle. "I am never doing that again." Sammy muttered, almost sticking her knife back into the belt. But then she realized that it probably wouldn't be the best idea, if her suspicions about No-name were right. She limped forward, listening to the sounds of the forest. She heard what sounded like someone calling for help. It could be someone else from the plane. she thought, and started marching in that direction.
 
Sammy pulled the knife out of its sheath. She grumbled something about how rude trees were as she hacked at the parachute lines with her knife. As the last one broke, she fell, landing on the damp, leafy ground. She cursed under her breath as she felt pain spike up her ankle. "I am never doing that again." Sammy muttered, almost sticking her knife back in the belt. But then she realized that it probably wouldn't be the best idea, if her suspicions about No-name were right. She limped forward, listening to the sounds of the forest. She heard what sounded like someone calling for help. It could be someone else from the plane. she thought, and started marching in that direction.
Aubrey followed, the Rooster strutting after.
 
Dryden finally found them and started walking next to Aubrey and her pitiful chickens, that he hated. "So, where's no-name?"
 
Sammy pulled the knife out of its sheath. She grumbled something about how rude trees were as she hacked at the parachute lines with her knife. As the last one broke, she fell, landing on the damp, leafy ground. She stumbled and cursed under her breath as she felt pain spike up her ankle. "I am never doing that again." Sammy muttered, almost sticking her knife back into the belt. But then she realized that it probably wouldn't be the best idea, if her suspicions about No-name were right. She limped forward, listening to the sounds of the forest. She heard what sounded like someone calling for help. It could be someone else from the plane. she thought, and started marching in that direction.
Ash finally finished untangling her shawl from a particularly unsavory patch of brambles. She quickly rearranged her mangled braid, but quickly realized how- A. useless fixing her hair was in a situation such as this, and B. when they hay had she ever cared about etiquette in the first place.
Grumbling under her breath, she limped after Sammy, but still made sure to maintain a safe distance from Dryden. In spite of herself, a slow grin spread across her face as she realized a good breeze was kicking up.
She kept to keeping the trees as her shields from the other's view as she crept silently along in their wake, her enhanced senses automatically attuned for the slightest disturbance.
No being in their right mind would trust him.
 

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