[h3][color=#838A46]The Woods[/color][/h3][hr]
[indent][@Zoey White] [@Searat] [@Tim] [@Rockette]
Felix’s bullet hit true, striking one of the mutts between the eyes. It fell immediately and skidded into the ground before its comrades. Sylvia’s burst of fire sent another dog reeling, stopping it midleap and pedaling into the ground before it—yelping. 

T’s movements would go unnoticed by the now dead wolf, and the injured one. The one in the back turned its attention from Rocket to the android. It went to vault forward but paused as its leg had taken a damaging hit from T’s bullets. It was then an energy stream sliced off its back leg.  “Yahtzee!” Rocket’s voice erupted from the woods, followed by a lot of shuffling. “Oh no. Oh no!”

Sully’s movements, leaning into his shot, gave him advantage. The dog that Sylvia shot into went down quick with his rifle. Sully began to back away to get a better vantage, and a bit into the forest. Vix, taking her advantage, buried her blades into the energy-weapon injured dog. It died underneath her immediately. They stood in the middle of a battlefield with three dead dogs, lots of blood, and a warhammer embedded into the ground. Shining a light before would reveal Rocket before them, hanging from a trap that looped around her ankle. She hung there. The energy rifle in her hand. 

Something was sniffing at her in the darkness. There we a hulking form, and then a long growl. It was a Yao Guai—a massive, mutated black bear whose sights fell onto the group rather than the hanging woman. She remained her quiet, but tears streamed down her eyes. She was a noise from being ripped in two.
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[h3][color=#838A46]Graveside[/color][/h3][hr]
[indent][@Rtron] [@Simple Unicycle] [@WXer]
Shepherd watched Franz’s actions as he spoke. Honestly, he had no way to react. He’d expected his son to far outlive himself, and as such he’d never see the burial ceremony. Yet, here in the middle of nowhere with strangers—it was a lot more comforting than he thought he should be. He swallowed hard as the salesman anointed his fingers with the clear liquor and slowly closed the eyes of the disfigured face of his son. The old man looked away. 

Yet, when the super mutant procured the chest from the ground—Shepherd eyed it out of the side of his eyes. He slid his gaze back down at the massive hole that now existed for his son. His bulbous knuckles, slanted against thin digits, clenched. They were mercenaries, and they wanted caps more than anything. Why would he stop them? Yet, what could be in that case? What if it created more of what killed his son? That thought brought a coughing sob to his weathered lips.

Shepard then eyed the massive mountain of a man, Joe, and he nodded. “I agree,” he said through a strained voice. He took the body of his son and lowered it into the hole. He then wailed in depression as he cradled his son’s head in his hands and slipped into the grave. “But I don’t care for what you do, anymore.” He pressed Isaac’s head against his body. “Just bury me with my son.” He looked up. “Kill me. Bury me. Take your treasure.”[/indent]