Fear Is A Four Letter Word(NEW)

Beyond Redemption

**Brandon POV**

As we were coming back from the base with much needed supplies, I decided now was the best time as any to hunt her down. I signaled the convoy to pull over so I could get some shit together.

Dog Anthro: "Something up?"

Brandon: "All of you, out of the Hummer. You two, put your bikes in the back, strap them down. You, put as much water and food as you can legally put in it."

Sal: "Everything alright?"

Brandon: "No, everything's not alright."

Charlie: "What's wrong."

Brandon: "Not for any of you to understand."

Charlie: "We'll come with-"

Brandon: "No. I need to do this on my own. Keep heading back. If I'm not back in three days...just wait longer."

Dolphin Anthro: "Where are we gonna go?"

Brandon: "You all are on the tanker. It's a stright road, you'll be fine."

I got in the Hummer and headed off to where Deathgrip came from.

*2 hours later*
**Princess POV**

Me and what remained of my pack kept riding after being attacked by Raver Pack Remnants and the failed convoy attack. Which was just seven guys. And of course they were the weaker and less attractive ones. But it didn't matter as two of them got sniped as we were scavaging for supplies.

Princess: "Who was that?"

Biker 1: "Someone very determined and resentful. We need to run."

Biker 3: "No! We stay and ambush him!"

Princess: "We split up. You, take my cape and coach, you take his bike and go that way, I'll take yours and go this way. We meet up here again in two days for a little 'celeberation'. Good luck."

They all listened as they swapped bikes and rode off in the directions I said, leaving me by myself riding through the desert.

'It's truly a blessing and a curse to have a pack this stupid and horny.'

**Brandon POV**

I kept riding through the sand dunes as I saw them split up. She wouldn't leave her only source of sick entertainment behind, so I followed the Stage Coach as they tried to speed away.

I shot one of them with my shotgun and after the other shell fissled out, I resorted to ramming the bike out of the way. I started to nudge the back of the coach to get it to stop, as those kids were still in the back.

Biker 2(throwing cape): "H-Hey!! I'm not Princess!! We swapped bikes!!"

I backed off as I shot the cage door open and stopped. The kids jumped out as the couch stopped on a dime, flung the biker out, and began to sink rapidly. Quicksand pit. He struggled to get out and was engulfed in the sand.

Squirrel Child: "A-Are you going to hurt us?"

Brandon(bringing bikes around): "No. Here. Food, water, flaregun. And...

I pinned a white blanket over the two bikes, making a makeshift lean-to tent.

Brandon: "...Shade."

I moved them under the tent and fired the flaregun to mark their location.

Brandon: "That flare will burn for six minutes. That'll be enough to get the military's attention. Fire this in the air after it burns out so they can find you. Okay?"