Gelatinous Cube

What Are You Listening To?

As cheesy as this album is, it's got some great tracks.

War Never Changes

((So sorry about my delayed reply guys. The rat race been getting me down))

Quinn whirled around to try and find the trace of the shots. His eyes fixed on a sniper watching over them. Some sort of militarized guardian angel.
"Get her in the car," Quinn called out, though his voice didn't bear the strain of stress. It was unnervingly calm for a situation like this. He had been Blood Army once, he knew what they were capable of. He also knew how they operated.
"You're going to have to drive, can't do very well with this," Quinn said pointing to his scarred face, indicating the missing eyeball.

War Never Changes

Quinn was about to make the suggestion to Jake that they meet up at the next settlement, but was hastily cut off by the sounds of gunfire. He peered out the entrance to the library.
He could see a woman, crouched behind a trailer in front of the building. She was bleeding, and badly.
"Not going to be so easy," Quinn sighed.
He moved quickly, coming out as three Blood Army men approached. He could see that familiar old gleam in their eyes. Thirst for blood, they wanted to devour the misery of ordinary folk. Sadist fucks had to be put down.
Quinn was a blur of deadly motion. He drew his revolver and with two well placed shots blew the brains out of two of the soldiers. As the third fumbled for his gun (his mind having been on his other gun), Quinn closed the distance between them and with a practiced motion, drew his machete and slit the soldier's throat.

He didn't revel in his victory for long, because he knew the other group would be drawn by the sound.
"Jake...the car," he said mechanically, as if he had just become someone else, almost the man he had been when he had followed the Blood Army, "Take whatever these bastards have and throw it in the back."
Quinn came around to where the woman had taken cover and held out a hand to her. He was aware of how he must look, scarred and unshaven. His calloused hand beckoned for hers as he said to her, "It's not safe here. Another group not far down the road. They'll come looking for us."

War Never Changes

Quinn took the time to sit down and rest his tired feet for a little while. His boots were made to last, but they had been around a long time. They weren't holding up too well after all the time and walking they'd been through. He took off his makeshift eye cover to let the scarred flesh underneath breathe. He didn't like the patch getting too moist from sweat. Infection wasn't something most people survived these days, not with the scarcity of antibiotics.

After a few minutes Jake returned. Quinn hastily reapplied his bandages, and looked at Jake.
"No sign of our friend?" he asked, already knowing the answer. That wasn't necessarily the best sign. If he was part of the Blood Army, he could be going back to let them know he'd seen people. They generally weren't the type to let that slide. People could be holding onto something valuable.
As for Quinn, the tools he carried with him were relatively free of rust. If he ever decided to pawn them, he'd find himself in a bit of money. Not that he ever would, mind.
"Perhaps we should go on our separate ways. Harder to track then."

What Are You Listening To?

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What Are You Listening To?

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War Never Changes

"If he isn't around that corner in ten minutes, we dodged a bullet," Quinn said bluntly.
He'd learned the hard way not to go looking for a fight. Nothing good ever came from baiting anyone. Not when there was nothing left to stand between a man and murder.
"Not about to get between Blood Army and a renegade. You seem decent enough. If he shows himself and tries anything, I'll back you up. But then I'm going on my way."

War Never Changes

"Probably not Blood Army. Don't usually move on their own." Quinn recalled how if any Blood Army split from the main group, they at least went with one other. A spotter, so to speak. Another person to watch their backs.
"Lead him to the library. Things go bad...we can shoot him...and then, run."
Quinn began to follow Jake down, he would follow him at least to the library. His plan was to resume his traveling as soon as possible, though he was dismayed that he would lose his chance to take out the Blood Army soldiers. Still, it was too dangerous. Even if he managed to take them down, one or two of them would get enough of a shot in that he probably wouldn't make it.
He had promised himself he would never live with them again, and that sure as hell meant he would never die among them.

Once on the ground, Quinn began to follow Jake, leaving obvious hints at where they were going to the mysterious man with the rifle. Though he moved very carefully, always putting himself in a position to either evade ambush or to set one up.

What Are You Listening To?

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