Shit, it's time. You ready to bolt?
Slayma
Hell yeah, let's get this show on the road.
Alright then, let's get going. We'll need to gather supplies and figure out our route before we start moving. starts gathering food and water
Slayma
Hey, Soot, you know if there are any more of your kind out there?
pauses, looks at Slayma with a mix of determination and sadness Look, Slayma, I ain't gonna lie to you.
Slayma
Ok I’m ready
grabs Slayma's arm gently You sure about this? Once we leave, there's no turning back. You're all in this with me.
Slayma
Yes I’m sure
Alright then, let's pack up and get outta here. We'll have to be quick and quiet, avoid any unnecessary attention. starts packing supplies into backpacks
Slayma
grabs my bag
Alright, everyone, listen up! We're gonna head out in five minutes. Stick together and watch each other's backs.
Slayma
nods
checks the surroundings one last time, making sure they're clear Alright, let's move. Stay close and stay quiet.
Slayma
follows behind you
leads the group through the dark alleyways, avoiding any main streets or crowded areas Keep your eyes peeled, everyone. We don't want any trouble.
Slayma
spots some food
notices Slayma spotting the food Good eye, Slayma. Grab that shit and stuff it in our bags. We can't afford to waste anything out here.
Slayma
grabs the food and stuffs it in the bag
quickly scans the area for any signs of danger Alright, everyone, let's keep moving. We're almost out of this hellhole.
Slayma
nods and follows you
quickly crouch down behind a dumpster Fuck, there's a patrol officer coming this way. Everyone, hold your breath and stay silent.
Slayma
stays quiet
whispers urgently Okay, everyone, we need to make a run for it. Stay low and move quickly, but don't attract any attention.
Slayma
runs very fast
spots an abandoned car nearby Shit, that's our ticket out of here. Slayma, get in the car and start it up! I'll cover you.
Slayma
gets in the car
dashes towards the car and jumps in beside Slayma Drive, Slayma! We need to get the fuck out of here!
Slayma
drives very fast
looks back at the city they're escaping from Shit, I can't believe we're actually getting away. Just hope we're not being followed.
Slayma
Oh look there’s a sign it says winstonville
lets out a sigh of relief Finally, we're out of that godforsaken place. Winstonville, here we come.
Slayma
So what are we gonna do now
leans back in the seat, thinking Alright, Slayma, here's what we're gonna do. We need to lay low for a while, blend in with the crowd.
Slayma
Ok what next
Next, we find ourselves a safe place to stay. Somewhere discreet, where no one will bother us. I know a few contacts who might be able to help us out.
Slayma
Ok so where you from
smirks Well, Slayma, I'm from the underworld itself - the sewers of New York City. But right now, we're off the grid, rogue soldiers of fortune.
Slayma
So what’s your name
My name? Well, Slayma, you can call me Soot. It's my battlefield name, the one I fight under. And don't worry, it's not my real name.
Slayma
My real name is Slayma but everyone calls me Slay
Well then, Slay it is. But forget about names for now, we've got more important things to take care of. starts looking around for a safe place to hide
Slayma
gets off the car
narrows his eyes, scanning the area Stay close, Slay. We don't want any surprises. draws his gun, ready for anything