Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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As I placed two pistols in my holster, a knife in each of my combat boots, two knifes up my sleeves and an emergency pocket knife in my bra I took a deep breath.
I could do this.
I can do this.
For my family.
I am strong.
I'm not the scared little girl who was never rescued years ago.
I'm a survivor.
I didn't say anything or warn anyone about the wolves and now I'm gonna make up for it.
Running out of the armoury I made my way over to Carol who was walking towards me in her undercover clothes.
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As I approached her she handed me some sort of weapon and lowered her voice.
"It's a small bomb. Use it when there's too many of them."
Nodding my head I stuffed it in my jean pocket as Carol pulled out some sort of red marker and drew a W on my forehead.
"Now put a bandana around your face."
As I was about to tie my black bandanna around my face I stopped when I saw Griffins blue one on my wrist.
I untied the blue bandanna instead and tied that around my face.
It still had Griffins scent and it comforted me.
I felt as though he was here helping me in spirit and that this bandana would some how make everything a little bit better.
Call me crazy but I felt as though he was here with me.
It reminded me that I promised my brother I would always fight and so I would.
Once I was ready Carol patted me on the shoulder and nodded her head.
"Remember how strong you are Ophelia. Your capable of so much. Your a survivor."
And with that her figure disappeared through the smoke as she ran of to save the daylike the hero she is.
I looked up at the sky, it was a pretty pastel colour of baby blue and the clouds wrapped the sky in a blanket of wall, stopping the sun beams being to harsh against my pores.
Taking a deep breath I began to run towards the main entrance where I knew a lot of them pricks would be.
As I was running I approached one man with an axe in his hand standing over a little girl.
Asshole.
I immediately pulled the pistol out of my holster and sent a bullet through his brain without hesitation. This little girl wasn't dying on my watch.
