|Tribute to Belca of +c: Sword and Cornett|
The Journey: Soundless Voice Chapter 3+:+ In the Dark Order+:+The Journey: Soundless Voice Chapter 3 by Jayfeather97
"SKYE! Look what we found at the edge of the border?" smirked BatSong.
"My my.. what do we have here.. If it isn't EagleFlight.. mate of the leader of the rebellion and brother of the deputy... How my claws ache to see SpottedStar's expression when she finds out that we have her precious mate in our paws.." smirked Skye as he stalked into the clearing and the others part for him like the sea of israel.
"Can we kill him..?"asked Robinpaw as he stretched his neck forward.
"No, my little warrior.. he shall have to suffer much more an-"replied BatSong before she was cut off by Skye. "Suffer?! I have a much more interesting plan planned out for him and his little clan than just torture and kill him.! No.. We shall use this rare opportunity to enslave him as our new victim to the madness..." smirked skye before his laughter echoed off the walls surrounding the camp.
+:+Near the Border+:+
"SpottedStar, SpottedStar! cease this madness! You can't cross the
Surviving LA: HopeSurviving LA: HopeSurviving LA: Hope by Bboy-Theory
Name: Blake Archer
Looking at the dead policeman, who was already half eaten, Blake drew his machete, decapitating him. One less infected he would need to fight. He walked over to the gun cabinet, its steel door chained to a padlock. Blake shook his head and sighed. He fished out a sharp pin from his pocket and inserted it into the padlock. Click. The familiar metallic sound Blake always hears. The door swings open.
Blake took a pair of Glock, a MP5, an USAS-12 and a lightened Dragonuv. He searched the whole station, looking for equipment he can use to communicate with the outside world and more importantly, food. He found a small radio, torchlight, some rations and a colourful towel. Looking at the towel, he decided not to comment on the situation. Out of the blue, an ear-splitting sound was heard. The glass doors have shattered. The sound of Infecteds morning filled the station. Blake rushed out, pulling out The USAS-12. Firing 2 shots, he painted