Will stood silently in the cover of the treeline, staring across an open field at a large, gray building. It was unremarkable in most ways, almost akin to the prisons he had often walked past before. The day before, he had come across it and decided he'd slip in for supplies when the sun rose.

Now, he was glad he'd chosen to wait. A large group approached from the front of the building. They were armed, and Will could practically smell them from his spot in the trees- They oozed with violent intent. Selfish. Murderous. Cruel. The violent ones were always like that, people who did foul, unthinkable things to other people for the sake of easy survival in a world where murder had more payout than hard work. He detested them. For a time, they seemed stalled on the lowest floor, little noise coming forth. But soon, he heard voices a level up from that- Faint, but panicked. They had to have been nearly shouting, for him to hear them all the way outside. And a lot of them, at that. It was some minutes later, when Will was considering moving in to help, that things clearly went sour.

He heard an explosion, and gunfire. Screams. Then people started filing onto the roof of the complex- They looked normal. Afraid, stumbling and rushing to board a great metal bird under the command of a few calmer, more composed individuals. Most of them made it on board... Some did not- They were left to the cruel clutches of the violent ones. And while Will understood, the thought of what would happen to -those- people made his stomach turn. He prayed for their sake there were no women among the number left behind. He knew what violent ones did to women. More than a few had taken a sharp knife to the back of the skull over it, but it was rare that Will was on time. Rare that the victim ever got to really recover.

He snapped his attention back to the present, eyes narrowing as bullets shot towards the metal bird. Most bounced off, but he saw one pierce something. Even from where he was, he could see fluid spray from the hole, the bird's lifeblood draining. Something told him it would not stay in the air for long. So he turned, and started following it, running like a ghost through the trees. A crash would draw the rotten ones.... The people would need help. He was sure of that. At the crawl the bird moved, it was easy for him to keep up. Whoever flew was smart- They aimed the crash well, avoiding trees to land in a clearing. Will was only a handful of minutes behind it, sliding to a stop in the grassy clearing to behold the smoke billowing, dying metal bird. Bow in hand, he slipped closer, looking for signs of life, quietly hoping that at least a few had survived. It hadn't been a terrible crash, so it seemed likely. But even at mild speeds, and controlled, a fall from above the treeline might prove fatal.
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