Chapter 2: Lebanon

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by Firewolf2288

by Firewolf2288

Lucas started driving towards Lebanon, about five hours passed and I woke up, Lucas was still driving and I saw smoke in the distance.

"l-Lucas, is that smoke?" I ask

"Afraid so Ruby, The Hive burns the camps to drive out our soldiers," Lucas says solemnly

About five minutes pass and there is a loud 'Bang'. Lucas swerves off the road and crashes into the railing, launching me into the door knocking me out.

*P.O.V. Switch*

I crashed and all I saw was the airbag blowing up into my face. I'm aware of what happened to my van.

"Ruby, you ok?" I shout back

Without response, I cut my seat belt and pulled ruby to the side door of my van. I try to pull it open but it's stuck.

"Dang." I curse under my breath

I lay Ruby down gently and kick the door off the Tracks.

"Dang, this is gonna be a pain in my butt to fix," I say as I drag Ruby out of the van.

Just as I get ruby in a safe spot, some of The Hive spot me and I run back inside my van to grab my Kel-Tec PMR-30 out of the glove compartment.

I run out of the van and as I make my way to Ruby, The Hives start shooting their FN SCAR, they have 7.62x54R rounds that can shred me to pieces if I'm hit.

"Back up boys I know you don't wanna shoot me" I shout as they reload.

"Come on out, Deviant!" Shouts one of the Hive

"Ok... you asked for it," I say calmly as I step out.

Before they put their fingers on the triggers I whip out my Firearm and quickly execute the two Hives that threatened Ruby's life. They drop to the floor motionless, I pick up both Scars and take all the ammo they had on them, they even had a couple of explosives.

I look at Ruby and tend to her injuries, after finishing up I set up camp next to my van. Damn Hive shot my tire out and now I had to kick my door off the rails, what a great trip Rubes.

As darkness blanketed the borders of Lebanon I fell asleep with Ruby in my arms and gun in hand. I wasn't going to let The Hive hurt her, not again, not after what she's been through.

"Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something."

― William Goldman,