Fear Is A Four Letter Word(NEW)

Death From Above

**Brandon POV**

I got up for the day. I didn't really get any sleep. I never slept anyway. I decided to check in on my pack, see how they're doing. I walked in their dorm and saw Matt eating a bowl of cereal and Johnny sitting on the table.

Brandon: "How are we?"

Matt: "I'm fine."

Brandon: "Johnny, how are you?"

Johnny: *paper bag things*

Brandon: "Cool. So, where's everyone else?"

Matt: "Charlie's still asleep, Sally's trying to take a shower, and the Jacksons are...well..."

Brandon: "Being them?"

Matt: "Yup."

Brandon: "Any word from Pavel?"

Matt: "Last I saw he was heading here. But I havn't seen him."

Pavel: "I'm here."

He came out of the pantry with alcohol and a box of cornflakes. Why was he here? He had less then half the day to get that truck ready.

Brandon: "What're you doing?"

Pavel: "Getting breakfast."

Matt: "Why do you have vodka and beer?"

Pavel: "What else am I to mix cornflakes with?"

Matt: "Milk? Like a normal person?"

Brandon: "He's Russain, so he's built different. But shouldn't you be finishing the truck?"

Pavel: "It is almost done. Just refueling."

He then poured the vodka and beer as Sal and Olivia walked out of their room, the latter of which rubbing his ass.

Brandon: "You good?"

Sal: "I'll live."

Brandon: "Good. We need you for the run. Need Charlie to drive the truck aswell. I think you three should stay behind, we have enough on top of the Furs we'll be dealing with."

Matt: "That's fair."

Sally: "What's fair?"

Brandon: "Someone explain it, I gotta get some final shit ready."

I then left to see about getting some weapons for the run. I doubt I'd get any, but I'd at least try. I got to the shooting range as I walked up to the counter. As expected, they denied me service.

Brandon: "I'm just asking for weapons for th-"

Range Moderator: "Too fucking bad. Piss off."

???: "Give him the guns Paul. Put it on my tab."

Paul: *annoyed grunt*

A fox stood next to me and made sure I got my guns. Who was this guy?

Fox Anthro: "Don't mind him, he uhh, hates humans."

Brandon: "Who are you again?"

Fox Anthro: "Sorry, where are my manners? Micah van der Linde, I'm the convoy 296R truck driver."

Brandon: "I've never met you."

Micah: "Neither have I, but I apprecate what you did at the gate."

Brandon: "...Ohhh, I got'cha. Also, hope you don't mind, but we modfied your truck."

Micah: "Wasn't mine. Issued by the army."

Paul then came in with the guns I needed. We had an unspoken threat exchanged and I grabbed them to get to the truck. I heard Micah behind me.