The Wolf heard the commotion that was going on and became very quiet, something that was quite different for him, there was yelling, incoherent screaming, a gunshot and then... Nothing. It would be gut-wrenching to the normal person, but at this point The Wolf had seen this enough times that it almost didn't phase him anymore. Yes he was somewhat afraid of the winner of the fight being part of The Children of God but it's not like he had never killed before today, and he doubted today would be his last either. He raised his bat and walked slowly towards the area of the noise.

The Seer was more apprehensive, it wasn't like he had never been in a fight either, but he didn't have the kind of combat skills that The Wolf did. This made him much more scared to see if it was a Child of God or a deranged psychopath, hopefully neither but it was likely to be one or the other. He followed behind The Wolf slowly, trying to keep some kind of distance between them.

The Wolf then made it to the clearing and saw the results of the commotion. It was quite a gruesome sight to say the least. Looking at the man with the blood dripping from his fingers and then to the body, the uniform was unmistakeable and it gave him a sense of hope that maybe this person was on the good side. But at the same time he could also be a psychopath, just killing for the fun of it. "Friend or foe!?" The Wolf shouted to the man, hoping for the former answer. "And no fucking funny business or I'll bash your skull in." He said, raising his bat a little to emphasize the point.

The Seer stood beside him, his face betraying a bit of fear as he held his weapon, ready to fight if necessary but hoping for the best.

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[center][b]Children of God on the Move[/b][/center]

Three men and a woman walked down a deserted street. They wore matching jackets with matching patches on the back and they all held the same M1 Garand rifle in front of them. The patch on the back was unmistakeable, it was one known throughout the area for it's infamy, striking fear in pretty much everyone who say it. It was for the Children of God. The people all had their sleeves rolled up in the heat, exposing the tattoo on their forearm of the same logo they had on their back patches.

One of the men, a tall, skinny man who must have been in his early 20s with bloodstains on his face and the top of his jacket indicating he had shot someone at quite close range, put his rifle over his shoulder and asked quite loudly "Where the fuck is everybody? I mean I fucking get it, a lot of them disappeared, and we killed a lot of the others, but c'mon, I need some fucking action here." He then turned and smirked at the woman. "And you can take that last bit any way you wish." The other men laughed, the woman seemed unamused.

"You think you'd ever learn not to be an asshole and start caring about what we're doing here?" The woman said with a condescending tone, as if she'd said it many times before. The man just rolled his eyes with self-satisfaction

The group walked into an apartment building and the man fired a shot into the ceiling and yelled out "Anyone out there, we're not gunna hurt ya!" He said before bursting out laughing. "Come out and play!" He yelled out between fits of laughter.

The woman shook her head. "I'll start from the top with Shaun, you and Mike will start here and go up, we'll meet on floor 3." The woman said as she signalled to one of the other guys to come with her up the stairs. The man who was clearly the class clown of the bunch started checking the lobby of the building.