[color=BDBDBD][center][color=FFBF00][b]C H A S E[/b][/color]
Governor Printz Boulevard
Wilmington, Delaware
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[i][color=FFFFFF]"Captain Krueger, I read you. We're on 8th Street, at the center of-"[/color] [i]...Static...[/i] [color=FFFFFF]"-Clear of walkers, and the route into town should be clear for you. Let me-"[/color] [i]...Static...[/i] [color=FFFFFF]"-We'll try our best to help you get here. Stay safe, over"[/color][/i]

Chase chuckled. It was the only response he could muster given the irony of his situation. [color=FFFFFF][i]...Safe?...[/i][/color]

Chase sat restrained at the wrist in front of two men who thought otherwise. He watched the one of them shuffle through his pack while the second stared at the radio, now silent. An eerie smile played across his lips and a set of hungry eyes found the skyline in the distance. Somewhere out there between brick and mortar ghosts was life and they were calling out to...

[center][i][color=FFFFFF]...Well, everyone...[/color][/i][/center]
[color=FFFFFF]"You hear that?"[/color] The one toting the radio tapped his partner on the back. The other just nodded in reply and continued to pull items from Chase's pack. Three cans of food lay next to each other and were joined shortly by three bottles of water. Pristine, still in their original packaging. The stuff was hard to come by and the man was breaking into the fourth bottle and helping himself to a swig.

[center][i][color=FFFFFF]...Fuck You...[/color][/i][/center]
[color=FFFFFF]"Yeah."[/color] He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and passed the bottle. [color=FFFFFF]"They've been blasting their signal all fucking day. The idiots."[/color] He continued rummaging, adding the binoculars to the pile next to the aid kit. Chase himself had already been stripped of his gun. It hung on the hip of the man directly across from him, the one having a go at his supplies. He was knelt just inside of his reach.

[color=FFFFFF]"Shiiiieett."[/color] An unnecessarily drawn out response from the second ended with his pressing the tip of the bottle to a pair of chapped lips. By the time he'd decided he wasn't thirsty anymore, the bottle was empty. It was tossed to the side. [color=FFFFFF]"You think-"[/color]

[color=FFFFFF]"YES."[/color] Chased interrupted the two. They were talking a little too slow to keep him engaged and he was getting impatient. [color=FFFFFF]"Look. The longer you wait, the more time you waste going through my shit, the more people will converge at this aid station. Your window of opportunity is closing and closing fast... unless..."[/color]

[color=FFFFFF]"Unless what?"[/color]

[color=FFFFFF]"Well... you let me help you."[/color]

The both of them chuckled and went back to doing nothing. By now Chase's pack lay empty on the ground and all it's contents had been sorted next to it. It wasn't much but it was enough to get a man going for a few days if the supplies were stretched. However, despite all the food and tools they'd found. Despite stripping him of his gun, they still managed to overlook something important.

[color=FFFFFF]"The two of you won't be enough to take the place by yourselves."[/color]

[color=FFFFFF]"What makes you so sure?"[/color]

Chase let the severed restraints fall to the floor. [color=FFFFFF]"Because you forgot to take my knife."[/color]

[color=FFFFFF]"Wha-"[/color]

Before they could let the realization of his escape set in, he lunged at the first, blade in hand primed for the tender skin of the neck just beneath the chin.

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