Thread: Last of Us: A Story of Two Souls (BMD x EldritheWhisperwind)

Any news to report? Desmond quickly got to the point of why he came by the gate to check with the gate captain for any leads on a possible Angel. He stood calm as he looked over all the newcomers that were granted access to their civilization. His attention turned toward the gate captain waiting for his reply. Negative, sir. No signs of any infections on people thus far. You'll be the first to know when one shows up, sir. The gate captain tried to reassure his commander. He stood tall and saluted Desmond. Desmond sighed, We're not in the military you know. Yes, we wear these uniforms, but we need to look solidified as a unit to let these people know who we are and what we stand far. As he spoke, he had rested his hand on his shoulder for the man to relax. All the Guardian members wore a similar attire of black pants with any kind of shirt and a blueblackwhite color combination camouflage vest with their Guardian symbol on the left side of the vest. The base Guardian symbol was a white lettered 'G' in the shape of a shield. Depending on what rank you were, you would have more attached to it. Since Desmond was the head figure of the Guardians, his symbol was the G-shield with 5 sets of wings extending from it with a halo above the 'G'. But you should still take your job seriously. Des continued speaking to the young man. You never know when- Just then, screams were heard coming from the other side of the gate. Innocents were shouting, 'Runners! Runners!' Desmond walked toward the gates entrance. Hold them! Don't let a single one through! Des commanded his gate troops to not let the civilians through without being tested and examined first. He grabbed a pair of binoculars to look down the road to see it was a small gathering of Runners that were headed for them. No more than six that he counted. You, and you! With me now! No guns, we'll take them out before they get to the bridge. He instructed the two nearest soldiers to follow him out into the field passed the civilians. As they ran out, he turned toward the bird's nest where the sniper was aiming down his sights. No shots unless they get passed us. The sniper in the tower nodded that he understood. Des turned to continue following behind the soldiers. This will be a piece of cake. One of the soldiers bragged as they all pulled out their knives for hand-to-hand combat with the Runners. Don't get cocky! They're still just as dangerous as a Bloater or Clicker. Des didn't take his eyes off the group as they continued toward them. Spread! The two soldiers moved to circle the group in order to try to divide them and make them easier targets. One runner had followed the younger lad while two more had followed the other soldier. This left 3 for Desmond to take on. He waited for them to get close enough before he made his move. When the time was right, he threw his foot forward, kicking the first one down to the ground to give him time to attack the other two. He quickly dodged to the side when the second lounged for him and trip it to the ground. He kept his focus on the third and gripped his knife hard as he thrust it into the face. The body almost going lifeless instantly. He removed his blade and turned to the one that fell behind him and stabbed it in the face as well before it could recover from the ground. The initial infected that he initially kicked down to the ground was now about to be on top of him. A shriek was let out as it lounged for him, but only for a short second as a bullet had whizzed by his ear and hit the infected square in the temple, blowing out the back of its head. Des turned to watch the infected fall from the shot. He looked up at the other two to see that they were okay as well. Bring this one, he motioned at the zombie he killed with his knife, but burn the rest and make sure the flame goes out before sunset. We don't need to attract anymore attention to ourselves. The soldiers nodded as Desmond put away his knife to return to the city walls. He glared at the sniper as he walked through the gates. What part of no guns do they not understand.. He said under his breath as he continued in. The sniper jumped down from his post to apologize, Sir, I'm sorry. He was right on top of you. I didn't-. Save it. Des cut him off while he continued walking. He stopped, closed his eyes and turned to the young sniper. You did good, kid. He said as he patted his shoulders and continued on his way. He was going to report back to the headquarters. It was not what he really wanted to say to the kid, but he knew he had to go easy on him because he meant well. Although, it was still a stupid mistake that could cause them more problems in the future. It wasn't long before he returned to the headquarters being the hospital. A council was held shortly there after with a group of people that he trusted, including the mayor. In addition to the mayor was his second in command, Travis Remly, his city captain, Sarah Broag, and Javale Drake who was nicknamed the Scout since he lead the patrols that left the city to find supplies. This was the 5th attack in almost a week. Something isn't right. He said as he sat down at the table in the conference room. It was silent, so Travis, decided to speak up, What would you have us do, sir? Travis had been in Chicago long before Desmond showed up and was the initial chief of police. Since Desmond came through, he was happy to step down and let someone else lead, not really being sure of himself in these dark times. He was often viewed as a brown haired middle-aged Caucasian who was too timid to lead anyway. Being the second in command, Travis' Guardian symbol was like Des' only without the halo. We need to send out a team and investigate the area. Desmond suggested. Are you mad? The mayor spoke up. We need our soldiers here! To protect us from these events! Calm down, Julie. Here lately it has been just Runners that have shown up and one or two Stalkers at night, but this just doesn't add up. Desmond finished. Travis interjected, He's right. Runners aren't usually this aggressive. Nor do they have the eyesight to see very far even in daylight. With all due respect, Javale, interrupted. His voice definitely didn't match his build, being a small built African American. It almost sounded monotonous at times, but he was good at what he did. My team and I leave the gates all the time for supplies. That's different. You and your team are a valuable asset to this city. You can't possibly be thinking of going. Who would we even send and how many is even safe to send? Julie Maxwell commented on the subject. We barely have enough people here to guard each of the gates and patrol the streets 24 hours a day. No offense, Sarah. Sarah didn't respond nor acknowledge her. Sarah knew that she could bite the Mayor's head off if she so chose to, but not in front of Desmond. Sarah was a middle-aged Caucasian who was known to many as the town Bitch because she didn't seem to care about many of the people in the city, but that could be because of her history of caring for people in the past and losing them. Both Sarah's and Javale's badges were a set of wings short from Travis. We'll keep it small. Larger numbers would only attract more attention. And although Javale is a qualified scout, he is better needed here for when we need supplies. Des clarified to the group. I'll send Scott and three other soldiers of his picking. We'll send them off to be gone for 4 days top. They move out, investigate the southern regions of old Chicago where they seem to be coming from and then come back. We should be fine missing only 4 soldiers for 4 days, wouldn't you agree, Mayor? He glared at her expecting her to not argue this decision. Then it's done. He stood to his feet. I'll prep them and send them on their way. Dismissed.