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“Are you INSANE!?.”

Lost pets were rare in a gated community. Even rarer was the “pet” he was currently walking down the sidewalk. A hyena was considered vicious, but this one ( Bud, based on the name tag on its collar ) was more like a giggling dog than a fierce predator. Still, he kept his distance, ready to drop the leash and RUN if Bud so much as growled at him. 

Bud’s owner lived a few more blocks away, and he slowed his walk once they neared. Some of the house numbers were already fading, and he didn’t want to knock on the wrong door. But he needn’t have worried: Bud began tugging him in the direction of a particular house, and he’d pressed the doorbell before he could say “down boy.”

       Staring at the woman before her Ally knew exactly who she was. She was trying to avoid them at all costs after knowing who was in the cult and who wasn’t. Then again, maybe that’s exactly what they wanted. All of the torment came rushing back to her as she manages to get the words out. “W-what do you want? Just leave me the fuck alone!” 

Arms are soaked in crimson, heavy breaths leaving her lips as she stares at down the corpse that laid at her feet, organs spilling from the stomach as the knife is still clutched tightly in her grasp. The PIG had it coming, if anyone asked her---men were so very deplorable at times, it honestly made her SICK.

Ecco moved with PURPOSE, boots clicking on the concrete of the building’s floor. Harley was in tow as she led them toward the desired destination. She was grateful for Harley’s help, even if she had promised to owe her a FAVOR in return. But still, the harlequin’s assistance was appreciated. Ecco was going to need it. 

Her steps slowed and stopped by a door LOCKED by a number code. Her fingers dance easily over the number grid, imputing the sequence which had given to her by Jeremiah a few minutes ago. There’s a confirming BEEP and a small green light above the box flickers on. The door unlocks with a CLICK and it slides open with a metal screech.