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[hr][INDENT][I][b]The Convoy, Old Foster’s Plantation[/b]
[INDENT]March 18, 2016[/INDENT][/I][/INDENT][hr]
[color=a3b4bc]Duck. Weave. Attack.

Those were the only words going through Joshua’s mind as the convoy was overcome by an angry mob of Hype-haters, all wielding what he could only deduce were Hyperhuman Pacifiers - he’d seen planflets about them all over the place. And though they only looked like ordinary tazers to him, they seemed to be doing the trick, with people falling all over the place. Though it was hard to tell who was a Hype and who wasn’t. It was hard to tell…

Josh had just finished bashing an attacker’s skull into a truck when he had an idea. He let the body drop to the ground and phased through a truck, coming out at the other side with a shudder. He hated the feeling when he did that. Pushing back the urge to cringe, puke, and tear his face off at the same time, he concentrated on his lip, closing his eyes. If he could heal wounds, then surely he could make them? Like it were psychic, his body answered his question, and he let out a yelp as he felt a pain on his lip. Blood dripped from his hand as he dabbed it, and he ran over to a man taking cover behind a car. He concentrated hard, lowering his pitch and adopting a different accent.

[color=d8d8d8][b]”FUCK, man! Those fucking Hypes!”[/b][/color] He dabbed his ‘bust’ lip with the back of his hand. The man looked at him with concern and alarm.

[b]”Fucking hell… you alright?”[/b]

[color=d8d8d8][b]”Nah, man. I didn’t manage to get one of those Pacifiers in time. My wife needed to be rushed to the hospital after she was attacked by one of those freaks.”[/b][/color] He held back a snort at the prospect of even having a wife. The man simply gave him a sympathetic look, and offered Josh his own Pacifier.

[b]”I’ve got a spare one in my bag. You can have this one, yeah?”[/b]

Joshua nodded, taking the item. [color=d8d8d8][b]”So… how does it work? I press this button?”[/b][/color] He turned the device over, looking for any instructions carved into it. The man nodded, and Josh pointed the receiving end at him, pressing down. The satisfying smell of charred flesh filled his nostrils, and he reloaded the Pacifier, examining his handiwork. [color=d8d8d8]’[i]Hmm…[/i]’[/color] He was still breathing. [color=d8d8d8]’[i]Let’s fix that, then.[/i]’[/color] He lodged his knife into the unconscious man’s skull, yanking it out and wiping it off. With a frown that said ‘not bad’ on his face, he continued on his mission for survival, taking out anyone he saw with a Pacifier. If that meant he killed Hypes in disguise, then even better. Despite his ‘joining’ of the convoy, they were still a disease, and he just wanted the cure to hurry the fuck up already.

Pushing back his rantings, he caught someone’s fist, headbutting them and pushing them to the ground, his motto ever-raging his in mind:

Duck. Weave. Attack.[/color]