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Shepard's footsteps crunched lightly down on the rubble and debris as he made his way back towards "camp". He couldn't call it a camp, more like a simple hide away in some ravaged European car park. It wasn't exactly safe either, but it was safer than the last place they'd stopped, that much was certain. A small cache of broken concrete broke away from the pile of junk as Ben scrambled up and over, his eyes watching the skies as he placed one hand infront of the other.

Standing back on his own two feet felt godly, and he stretched out for what seemed the first time that morning. He'd been up early and quickly left to find a route ahead. By the time the sun had started to come up he was already making his way back, and although the smoke and ash, with a mix of heavy cloud blotted out the sunlight, vision was decent enough to be a little less cautious.

He'd finally made it to a mere block away from the car park by now, his bow still with him and a small amount of rations in his small pack. Ben stopped for a breather, and checked the supplies he had on him, making calculations in his head and whispering them to himself between breaths. Food was critical, obviously, and to his memory they'd been without finding a source to resupply at for days now. The list grew bigger and bigger, water at the top, food and more medical supplies below that, the rest being no more than what they always had to be on the lookout for; Shelter, People, Dragons.

Ben sat down just inside the ruin of a small corner cafe, it's blown-out windows making it easy to quickly slip away into the concrete jungle behind him should trouble fly in. Looking down at a photograph in his hands, he had time to relax in the morning light, something he didn't get to do often.

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The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.

Chelsea followed after Ben silently, the soles of her shoes crunching softly on the gravel underneath as she carefully checked the horizon on all sides with her brilliant cold blue eyes. Supplies were running low and it was to the point where they could no longer remain at the little shelter the had established, they needed to scout out new territory and find something to lift the groups’ hearts. She resituated the strap of the cross bow till the weapon rest slightly on her back where she could access it quickly if needed, while her machine gun was left behind at the camp site. She had grabbed a small pistol from the tiny armory, feeling a little safer with some fire power, and it was easier to travel at a faster pace without the large gun hanging off of her as well.

She had a long hunting knife with a black sheath strapped to the side of her upper right thigh and a walkie-talkie tucked into the holder clipped to her belt with the sound down very low incase someone from base needed to get a hold of them. She walked on the other side of the street, normal for the two scouts to try and cover as much ground as they both could at the same time. She glanced over at him to see if he may need anything then looked back up towards the skies and checked the horizons once again. It was quiet...

She pressed further on, silently hoping for something to happen and then also dreading the fact that something may. The sound of tin can being kicked in an alleyway up ahead of her, had her instantly pressing her back against a brick wall of the building and taking up her cross bow properly. She looked back and realized Ben had stopped at a broken down cafe shop, and figured she would be able to check it out herself. It had been a while since the last dragon sighting, and her hopes were high that it was something else as she slowly made her way closer.

The reflection on a glass window showed her a wonderful sight. God...that’s beautiful...she thought to herself with a small grin then released the safety trigger of the bow and quickly turned the corner, firing a single shot. A young doe collapsed instantly, the arrow protruding from its heart had killed it quickly, it legs buckled under its own weight and it laid there motionless. Chelsea waited for a moment, making sure nothing would pop out of the shadows and create a stir in the silence, before walking towards the fallen doe and removing the arrow from its chest. Ammo was running low and she had to try her best to keep track of her arrows.

She narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the dead animal, the deer population was slightly under now and it was harder and harder to find them. This was truly a lucky find. She reached down and grabbed the front hooves and dragged the deer out of the alley an onto the sidewalk before waving at Ben. “How do like your deer?” she called out softly.

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