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    The body double pursed his lips as his sniper rifle’s bullet connected with the last bandit's head. That wasn't necessarily the shot he was going for ╾ splattering brain matter all over the bandit crew’s near-victim. Tim tried to avoid people and conflict as much as pandora-ly possible, but it looked like today wasn’t in his favor.

    And Tim wasn’t always the kinda guy to get himself involved in stuff, he had enough to worry about as it. But when the bandits came out of the woodwork and attacked this stranger, he knew his conscience would bite him in the ass if he didn’t. The jakobs sniper rifle made quick work of them.

    Hesitantly, Tim crawled down from his rocky perch. Goggles and poncho covering his face, Tim stepped to the odd looking man’s side.

                                     “ Hey, uh, sorry about the last guy, you alright there? ”

   it was funny. how much difference a year     made, how different your perspective was as     you got older, you understand... grow more     wiser as the scars heal leaving rough skin a     -nd marks. inaudible scars.

   things were different now, a little for the worst...    but mostly for the better. most definitely a plea    -sant change was the less ACHE in her neck    from having to crane it so much when looking    up at the giraffe man. Clementine smiles, it r-    eaches her eyes with a lightened hue in her    gaze.

                     ❝ – nice to know you can dress yourself,                                                                             finally. ❞

It was a long ride from his base but he needed supplies, the ex-Hyperion parked his bike near the Atlas facility and started inside to see what was inside there, hoping there would be a good haul of scraps and possibly food rations inside. The last thing he had expected was the defenses to be online. 

A turret barely missed his head, successfully breaking his goggled and cutting the skin around his eyes in the process. He ran for cover and cocked his gun, taking out the turret and this time moving on more cautiously. This place could easily kill him if he wasn’t careful, he was debating on if it was worth it to go in...

Screams. Terror. Yelling. That’s the most that the little girl could get out of the situation. Terrified. Mariana’s eyes were fixed on the two men fighting - One of them being her father, and one of them being a tall, black haired man she barely even knew. Rarely ever saw. What was his name, she wouldn’t have been able to tell. ‘Run, Mariana!’ - Her father told, to which she could only whimper. Warm tears were flowing down her cheeks as she screamed for them to stop - For the tall man to leave her dad alone.

Then the screaming stopped. The fighting came to an end, and the monster seemed to hesitate. That’s when she decided to make a run for it. She was quick to push herself up from the ground where she sat hopelessly and storm out of the office - Searching for the second best person she could find. Rhys. The sobs of a little girl were echoing through the hallways, some of the Hyperion employees looking after her with their expressions questioning. What on Earth just happened to this girl? They shrugged it off - And she ran. Ran until she was in front of the office she was searching for.

Sweet relief washed over her when the door opened for her - Meaning that who she was searching for was in fact in his office. Instead of the hot tears stopping, they kept falling - Maybe even faster.

             ❛  Rhys!❜  Mariana cried out, running straight to the desk in a beeline, clinging to him. Her body was shaking with tears and pure fear - The memories of what just happened still in her mind. Her dad. He was outside in space wasn’t he? Was he going to be okay? They had to get him back, didn’t they?