"So you think the only feasible plan would be to divert there attention for the moment?" You frown, uncertain. The other option wouldn't make too much sense, considering that you fought with the Zealot army not too long ago, but this plan seems... distasteful, unattractive. You're betraying your brethren for those who believe you to be nothing more than a monster, people who believe that anything you do is without reason; good or bad, all mindless mistakes carried out by the Devil himself.

It's a scary thought to you-- people believe that about Gideon and me. While I'm not squeaky clean by any means, at least Gideon is willing to throw away everything just to save them!

Gideon begins to shuffle towards the hatch, "Come on, Vampire. We need to get the message out any way we can."

"Well, we still have a Walkie-Talkie that's probably useable."

He turns back to face you, and his eyes widen, "What? We do?"

"Y-yeah..." You reply, beginning to scavenge through the various in nicknacks the Wolves kept, and finding David's transceiver under the mess. "Nigh certain it still works, too."

He throws his hands up in return, "Then let's do that, genius." You grasp the radio firmly in your hand and get a vague feeling déjà vu as you once again dial it to the Zealot-channel. Click. It's on, sounding out static. You interrupt it with an additional button push when Gideon swiftly grabs it out of your hands. "What the hell, man!"

"I'm doing this." Gideon states, still pushing the button. "Zealots, do you hear this?"

The cool, female voice is back, "Err, hello?"

"This is Wolf-leader Gideon, Ma'am. I need you to call off the Zealots attacking our base, for your own sake."

"Um, we don't negotiate with evil, sir."

"No! God damnit Ma'am, I'm warning you because there are only two of us left in the hideout, the rest are on their way to attack your City right now!"

A pause. "We will look into it, then. Thank you for notifying us, whatever you are." You aren't able to identify her tone that well, but you hope it isn't sarcasm. Either way, she doesn't respond to Gideon's next reply, "Thank you."

The two of you sit down on a broken couch, unsure how to proceed further. "So, if they still raid our stronghold, it's over for us?"

"... Yeah. The way I see it, the best case scenario is that all the Wolves are wiped out by the C.E. Strike Force on the way. I just hope they find Ragnor and the rest after they get us."

"And you're okay with this?" You shout, baffled by this still.

He doesn't answer.

You await death.

Seeing your stunned silence, Gideon just closes his eyes, "Best get comfortable then. They'll find the hiding place soon, don't you worry."

Hopeless, you take a seat beside Gideon, and wait. Minutes turn to hours as you wait. After a long while, you hear footsteps approaching.

"They're here." You whisper to Gideon, who is unresponsive.

Suddenly, a small ball is tossed from the hatch, and it rolls near your feet. The last thing you feel is heat, the last thing you see is a mixture of fire and shrapnel, and the last thing you hear is the heavy grunts of Churchmen and the crackling of flames.

Death was actually quicker than you expected.


You have been killed by the hands of the Church.