The Grandfather of the Reunion

Prologue 3-5

A sheep in wolf in sheep clothing

Starting major memory playback with: memory of certain day

[After securing what they need from Hosea's cabin, they drove back the way they came. It took the same travel time as before, an hour and a half. Hosea is carrying two long guns at the moment, with his shotgun, Ol' Reliable, the primary. He feels calm knowing his prized shotgun is on his shoulder now.]

[Returning from the clearing, and turning a corner back into the camp, they discovered...skid marks, and Hosea' campsite in disarray. The tent was torn apart, and so is the dirt around it. Someone must've burnout their tires, but who? It's not Sergeant Willard and his squad, Hosea saw them leave. Perhaps they're in trouble.]

Hosea: "AJ! I think they're in trouble!"

AJ: "What?!"

Hosea: "I! Think! They're! In! Trouble! We need to hurry!"

AJ: "Oh schieße. Faust! Mephisto! Wake up!"

Faust: "Huh? What? What's happening?"

Mephisto: "What in the? Why is Hosea's camp wrecked up like my childhood?"

AJ: "Faust, can you operate the turret?"

Faust: "Um... I don't know how to use guns just yet, AJ."

Mephisto: "I do! Hosea taught me!"

AJ: "Um... Okay? Get on the turret, Eno."

Hosea: "Come on! Let's go before we miss the funeral!"

[They drove fast, and desperate. Hoping to make it to the rest in order to help whatever enemy they're facing at the moment. Thoughts on who the perpetrators were is common in Hosea's mind, but all they need to focus on is the preservation of their group.]

[Perhaps if Hosea hadn't stalled for too long, maybe they wouldn't have chased them. Then again, by the looks of these tire tracks, these men mean business, and aren't hanging a few curtains. They'd chase them down, even if they're in a different city.]

[Mephisto, despite only getting taught how to use pistols, takes control of the machine gun turret. All he needs is to find the charging handle, and the trigger, and he is set. Just hope he's not aiming at friendlies.]

[Faust wears his hip quiver of arrows, and his recurve bow just in case.]

[AJ is...not gonna use his crossbow in what's essentially a preemptive strike, and he did lend his Thompson over to Sheriff Will. Faust hands him an AR-15, one of the guns in Hosea's cabin. As well as three thirty round magazines. Hope it's enough.]

[Using a shotgun in a two wheeled vehicle is kind of a deathwish, and Hosea's a bit too frail to lift a shotgun by one hand, let alone absorb the absurd recoil. He's not an astute gunslinger, just a scrapper, and he would rather do the latter.]

[Eventually, they come across what can only be described as "a mini-catastrophe". Burning cars; dead, headless bodies bleeding or rotting on the ground; bullet and tire markings on the road and field. They can't worry about the details of the environment now, they have their people to save. Hosea orders AJ via hand signals to go and flank the shooters from behind, using himself and Mephisto as the ambushers, while Hosea provides a distraction.]

Hosea: "Come here, you bastards! Hyaagh!"

[He drives over to the field, honking his horn loudly to attract their attention. He draws his pistol, and fires sloppy warning shots, but it was enough to grab their attention. The Union/New Seattle survivors were all currently behind cover at their vehicles, so he won't have to worry about friendly fire.]