Warriors Shall Prosper

Lost and Found

The Untouchables; Tom

Present day, four years later.

 I could feel the cold temperatures creeping up along my skin in more of a welcoming sense as I sat against a towering oak tree that laid a fine shade over my mass to keep me from the sun peeking over the hills in the distance. 

When I say welcoming sense I mean that by now I am numb to the cold, I guess I adapted to it, considering we had been hiding out in the thick debris and brush for weeks now. We were taking our chances with wasting our time here but Jordan's friend had said these were the exact coordinates of which the clanners were told to go. I didn't trust her even after four years of hauling her around with us, but Jordan trusted her which gave me the obligation to at least trust his word. I was genetically inclined to put my faith in him, and he was probably the only person I put my reliability in these days. 

I wasn't one to forgive and forget and the hunger for satisfying my grudge only grew rapidly each day I knew their lungs were still holding oxygen. 

We were starving, all of us, exhausted yet restless as the days turned into late nights and then mornings. I was waiting for everyone to wake up, these woods were dead practically, we had seen no life so far but we were planning to travel North and hopefully have some success sometime today. 

We had children to feed and of course ourselves, and believe it or not, as heartless and as cold you might think I am, I do care about the lives that rely on me, and in some sense I relied on them but only with the things I didn't mind losing. 

"Tom," Jordan said, making an appearance from the trees. 

"Your up," I say patiently, getting to my feet. 

"We're ready," Jordan said, and at his side was a gun.

Over the years we had made runs, scouted abandoned homes we had raided and gathered the materials and weaponry we would need to prosper into something powerful. 

"Scout ahead, take a few with you but keep your eyes open for anything," I said, looking at him directly and the look he gave me told me he understood what I was talking about; them. 

The Untouchables; Jordan

 "Would you shut up," I growl under my breath as the two behind me continue to complain about how hungry they were. 

"No, listen!" Ink said as if he were shocked by this discovery, and as I went quiet the rumble of his stomach was quite vicious. 

Sighing in annoyance I continued scouting forward, my eyes scanning my surroundings cautiously, paying attention to every noise produced. "I made a mistake taking you," I say, scowling at him.

"No you didn't, I'm quiet, fast, and I'll be the one to save your ass if a raccoon shows up or anythin-" His rambling is stopped as I hear a loud thud and looking back I see him, laying on the ground, his face in the mud. 

"That wasn't nice," I say directly towards Angel dramatically, "manners please."

"Sorry," She said vaguely to him but the achievement in her eyes was visible. It was because of the light in her eyes that I could see the Brook in her like it was daylight. It never left her and for the whole four years I've known her she's only gotten snappy a few times, and it was when Tom questioned her loyalty or I was skeptical about how forgiving or open she was. I told her that those things would get her killed out here with us, yet she hung onto them. 

"Pay attention," I say before speeding up my pace, accelerating into a light jog that only made soft thuds that were barely audible to the human ear.