Under The Wall [REWRITTEN]

10 ~Winter~

He jolted awake, his dark eyes looking around frantically. He finally figured out where he was, in some kind of closet, but he didn't know how long he'd been asleep. All he remembered was falling off the glass balcony with the guy choking him, and then... pain.

Had he been out that long?

He winced at the slight pain in his lower stomach.

There was a bandage underneath his shirt and coat.

Coat? He hadn't been wearing a coat when he fell....

Delanie.

"Delanie?" he shouted, before seeing her pack along with someone else's- the name flashed to his mind.

Hale. The other boy who was with her when they arrived.

He grabbed both packs, and found his lying under a flat sled.

He left what he found was an information center, calling both their names.

He slammed his hand against the wall when he could not find them, frustrated.

Then he saw the tire tracks.

"Shit." he breathed, suddenly alert.

He saw two horses, both he recognized.

Hale's and Delanie's horses.

He hopped onto Delanie's horse, tying the other to it and following the tracks.

He arrived shortly at a sewer system, the car hidden-not very well- behind some bushes.

These were hunters he was dealing with.

He tied off the horse, much more hidden by the trees and undergrowth.

He kept his face stoic, even though he was very, very worried for Delanie and Hale.

He grabbed his guns, loading them, before he lifted the grate, slipping in.

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She shook the bars, which shook in the concrete.

It was no use.

If those bars came down, so did the concrete around it, effectively burying her in debris.

"Fuck." she sat back as the door opened, and she instinctively reached for her guns-

Wait.

Her pack wasn't there.

In all the chaos, it had been left with Joel.

Joel, who might be dead.

"Well, well, they told me they'd gotten two teenagers, a boy and a girl. Don't know what you two are about."

He knelt down, his face kind, but his body was letting off dangerous vibes.

She shifted back slightly.

"Well, honey; would you like to tell me what you were doing all the way out in Toronto?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, before deciding it was safe to tell.

"I- we- are looking for the Resistance." she spoke firmly, reminding herself never to waver.

"The Resistance, eh? They here?"

"I thought you'd know, seeing as you're one of them." she gestured to the dogtag emblazoned with the flame that represented the Resistance.

He laughed.

"Oh, honey. I'm not one of them. I swiped it off their dead bodies."

She jolted forwards, grabbing the bars, causing dust to fall onto both of them.