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There was a fine line separating two parts of Roxy's life, post the invasion.
The first part corresponded to when she'd joined the 2nd Mass, becoming somewhat of a member of their militia, going on dangerous missions and taking each of them as an opportunity to find her missing siblings, Corey and Caroline. She'd bonded with other survivors, even managing to say that she'd made friends and had maybe even began to fall in love. Her chest still burned whenever she thought about Morgan Simms, so, after his passing, Roxy had devoted herself even more to the 2nd Mass.
She supposed that the line was drawn over their attempt to bring down the mothership, in Boston, all those months before.
After Simms had suddenly been ripped away from her and Tom Mason had been taken by the alien invaders, Roxy had made herself more useful to the group. She didn't know if she was doing it to keep her thoughts away from her own problems or if she actually took more of an active role because she wanted to do the right thing, but she supposed it didn't really matter. She hadn't been climbing the ranks alone, however, and Hal Mason had become one of her closest friends during the past few weeks. She'd almost began to see him as a brother.
The line had pushed Roxy to do her best, and it brought her to now.
Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she drove her motorcycle through the streets, following behind Pope and Anthony as they sped up ahead of her. The 2nd Mass had been on the move ever since their attack to the infrastructure, but the lack of a safe space didn't mean that they had given up fighting. The brunette had gone on several of these ambushes before, either serving as bait, much like this time, or as backup, alongside Hal, Maggie, and a few others. Still, no matter how many times she'd done it, it still gave her anxiety.
They turned their vehicles to the right, driving down the street to where the other fighters were eagerly awaiting them. Roxy hadn't wasted too much time looking over her shoulder, but she knew that there were at least two Mechs on their trail, their stomping making the ground shake as they stalked them. The sound of one of them firing made her glance to the mirror, noticing that the shot had been aimed at Pope, and she yelled out a warning. The man moved out of the way just in time, and she sighed in relief. Her eyes drifted to where she knew the backup team was, and she spotted Maggie giving her a nod, before she focused back on the road. Once they'd reached cover, all three of them jumped down from their motorcycles, and Roxy grabbed her rifle from where it hung, around her back.
Their pursuers entered their field of vision a few seconds later, and the girl had been right about the Mechs, but there also seemed to be two Skitters tagging along. The robots searched for any movement as the aliens crawled forward, screeching at eachother as they glanced around. Roxy aimed her rifle at the closest one, her finger hovering above the trigger, her heart beating even faster as they drew closer to their position. Weaver had the whole situation mapped out, and she knew it, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
