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[color=orange][LEN][/color]
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[color=orange][b][i]"Wait up! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tried to do what I did If you have me I think I can be a great help to you."[/i][/b] Len turned around, snorting. [b]“You damn right, you shouldn’ta tried that. You wanna be a great help to us, don’t die.”[/b] Len continued walking, angry at himself. He wanted to protect this person too, though he’d never admit it. She seemed the type that wouldn’t make it long without someone to help her survive. A bit of training, she could probably be a badass. She was bold as hell, a good sign. He didn’t take it too personally, her actions. She didn’t actually shoot, after all. Still, what happened to the last two groups of people he and Iris were with? Both ended up dead, slaughtered. Wouldn’t the same damn thing happen here? 

[b] “Look, you wanna tag along, we can discuss that later. Right now we bes’ be a-movin.’ High ground and all. Ain’t no place “safe” from the Langue, but some is better ‘n others. You keep that crossbow handy now, if’n one of them earthworms come’s a hoppin’ out of the ground, n’ I can’t get a good fix on his eye, you gotta git’ his ass for me.” [/b] Placing a gentle hand on Iris’ shoulder for a moment, he took a very slight lead, assault rifle at the ready. He barely noticed the man walking their way, and really didn’t care. [b]”Don’t know who ya are, stranger, and don’t much care. We’re a gittin’ gone, you might wanna be doin’ the same. Get to higher ground ‘for the earthworms come out to play.”[/b][/color]


[color=teal]The trio soon came upon a clearing in the dense forest they were once in. Iris had kept quiet for most of the walking, more determined to get out of the rain and out of the danger of getting swallowed whole by a langue. As they came across a small assortment of buildings, Iris shook her head as the one man traveled towards the gas station. [i]”He’s fucking crazy if he thinks that rinky dink place is gonna hold em’ back.”[/i] Iris mentioned to Len and Kara. 


This area wasn’t too heavily populated with buildings, it seemed to be a small farming community, with not too much to offer. [i]”Ya’ think we can hold up there?”[/i] Iris asked, pointing towards a large grain silo. Signaling some type of farm and or production factory of sorts. Iris looked between the two, rain drenching the three of them.[/color]


[color=orange]Len glanced at the area surrounding them as they stepped from the treeline into the clearing. He felt uneasy without the trees for cover. He’d always felt more at home in the woods. Sure, it was more wild in the woods, but it was a great place to find game, or to hide from a group of bandits. Or to just relax and enjoy nature. Hell, back in the old world it was a great place to brew good ol’ moonshine, something that Len had always wanted to try.


 [i]”Ya’ think we can hold up there?”[/i] Len looked over to Iris as she spoke. He squinted his eyes, gazing at the land surrounding them, the old buildings, and in particular the grain silo. Truth be told, down here in the lowlands, there wasn’t any place that could be considered [i]good.[/i] But it would work. could work, anyway. If a Langue did decide to pop up, it could easily tear through any building, but something was better than nothing. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a small can of chewing tobacco. He had one pinch left. Glaring down at it, he shoved the tobacco in his mouth, pushing it beneath his lip, and turned once more to his sister.

[b] “I’m supposin’ it’ll do. Be nice if we could be up in the mountains, but ain’t no mountains the way we’re goin.’ And it’s better’n bein’ out in the rain, waitin’ to be worm food. Yeah, let’s jes’ hole up in here  a spell.”[/b] [/color]


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Á̝͓͎͎ͧ̋͑ͯ̂ͤͨ ̰̣͚͈̯̈ͭ̈́ͫ̀R͉̩ͤ͝ ̤͍͚̟ͬ̏ͣ͞I̳̣͚͓̤̒́ͥ͊̓̀́͡ ͖̳̘̲̟͔́̈́ͤ͋́̚S̢̻̟͈ͨͦͮͥ͌̍ͧͭ̕ ̨̢̢̤̠̮̩̰̮͙̩͓ͪͭͯ͛͐̚E̴̻͇̘̊̂̓ͧ̄̔̿

Thunder rolled across the Earth, rumbling from the heavens to the depths of hell. Lightning filling the arteries of the sky, illuminating every deep, dark, crevice of the land. The pitter patter of the rain droplets hit the ground, sounding an alarm for the creatures that slithered below. 


E͎̠̊ͨͅͅ ͥ͒͏̵̜̟̬̙͈M̢̩̼̪̺͖̺͎͙͖̐̏͋̽ͩ̏ͯ͝͡ ̳̂̅ͫ̎ͮ̓̍̓͛̀͢ͅĔ̸̶̻̝͇͇͖̳̋͞ ̜̜ͣ̋͗̄̋ͪ̕Ŗ͇̠̭͇̺̭̊͌̍̽ͧ̆ ̐̅̂ͫͮ͢͏̷͍͈̗̜̤̥̘̪ͅǦ̀̎̆ͬ̀́̚͏̲̝̫̼̮̖̜̤̲ ̛͉̟̫͋̍ͮ̇̈́̓̃͋͞͝E̸̪̪̦̝̝̗̘̼̜ͩ̌̋͒ͮͣ̓͑́͘


The ground opened up as a small pack of langue bursted out, their long tongues slithering from their lips as they tasted the air, and collected the drops of water down their parched throats. The strong smells of the upper world overwhelmed their senses. Dirt. Smoke. Humans.


F̷͖̬̣̟́̌̑̐̑ͫͅ ̶̢̩̤̗͍͕̥͈̞͂͊͛̀͛̈́̆̕E̥͇̖̖̘͂ͩ̒̑ͥ̽͟͠ ̞̦̥͒̍͐̇ͩͤ̚͝A̱̫̗̟̪̜̔ͩ̓ͥ͐͊̉̇ ͑̀̋̇͋ͫ̃҉̺̪̕͠S̨̗͚̤͕͊͋̓̂ͦ̒͟ ̴̬̣̲͕̗̩̗̤͆́ͨͩ͘͜T́͆҉̡̛̫̝͓̪̤͔

Diving back into the ground the langue slithered and scraped through the mud and rocks in need of finding their next meal.
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