(Luna’s thoughts) So I guess this is it…

Feeling the air around her fasten under her shutting eyes, the back of her leather jacket rippled through the air of dense smoke and ash.

She was falling as if she was rejected by heaven itself, her body shutting down as her eyes started to lose their sense of vision. Not being able to move her head or eyes, the only thing that she could do was…

(Luna’s thoughts) I couldn’t even avenge my own family…

Losing her vision, she soon quickly started to lose her sense of touch. As her hearing continued to take in reverberations of words or thoughts, the only thing that she could listen through was the violent winds that reminded her of her imminent doom.

(Luna’s thoughts) Luke…I wish I could have apologized. I was so stupid…

In the void of what lay between nothing and nothingness, she felt nothing as her heart and mind were at peace.

Her body felt nothing, she couldn’t move, and her mind was nothing but filled with thoughts of the one man that played through her memories.

Her hand stretched out towards the void of darkness, her fingers stretching as far as she could go, the only person that she truly didn’t want to leave behind, the person that she didn’t want to lose…

(Luna’s thoughts) I’m sorry.

But her body felt something.

As if she was being carried in the pitch-black void of nothing.

Despite not waking up, she felt the rippled air that pinched her back and neck stop, feeling her body being humid as she was then laid onto something soft.

But there was nothing.

Being unable to open her eyes, she couldn’t tell what was going on, her thoughts that were running through her mind ceasing as her senses started to slowly form.

Until she felt a glowing yellowish light going through her chest.

The light was not visible in the pit of nothing, seeing the light as her eyes slowly opened up to the pitch-black void that held this light. Her hearing was fully restored, her smell coming back, her taste back to normal, the void of nothing that Luna was starting to settle into…

Was now replaced with reality.

(Gwen) There you are!

Her entire body flinched upward, her sharp eyes glared all around her as she took in four men standing near her, followed by a woman holding her hand onto her chest.

Her breathing slowed down from the sudden push of her core, she laid her legs and arms motionless on the ground, unable to look towards the others that were looking at her. Her face looking downwards to her legs and feet, she soullessly stared into the abyss, her eyes tired as eye bags were ever present on her face.

(Gwen) What’s the matter? Don’t like me rescuing you? Well, you did want me to get my stuff together, so take it as is.

One of the men, the one with light brown hair, slowly walked in front of the man as he crouched down to the right side of her. Putting his right hand onto the helm of her right shoulder, he gently caressed the black leather of her jacket, his smooth and youthful palms in a state of relaxation and tranquility.

Which caused Luna to widen her eyes, continuing to stare blindly into the wall.

With his left hand and arm, he wrapped it around the nape of her neck, having his entire gentle face looking towards Luna.

(Luke) You’ve been training for him this entire time, so …

Luna slowly turned her head towards the warm face, her eyes and face in full shock as her mouth slowly gaped at him.

(Luke) Get rest.

With quivering lips, she instantly wrapped her arms around the young man’s body.

Nuzzling her face onto his slim muscular chest, her entire body shook.

Luke returned the tightened hug as he also wrapped his arms gently around her. He paid no mind to a part of his shirt becoming damp. He put his hand on top of her head, caressing the top of her hair gently.

(Luke) It’s ok … you’re safe …

Jack, Miles, and Stan walked towards where Luna was sulking, looking down as they all started to crouch down all around her. Extending their arms outward, they placed their hands outwards, feeling the black leather of her jacket still in one piece as they all lit up calm and warm smiles.

Gwen, the only one standing up, bent down so that she could place her right hand to pat her head, caressing the strands of her hair with her fingernails.

Turning her face upwards towards the skinny yet muscular man who was four years younger than her, she made eye contact as her world started to slow down.

Both of their eyes saw each other in their reflection.

(Luna’s thoughts) I just … want to …

Slowly, she leaned her face closer toward his, causing Luke to remain frozen in place.

Luna moved her right hand towards his cheek, closing her eyes as her face softened. Placing her right hand onto the side of his neck, she tilted her head to get a better angle, her entire body feeling hot and sultry.

Inching away from his face, she slightly opened her mouth, her lips moistening to the nervous breaths and pants coming from the shy boy in front of him.

(Luna’s thoughts) Please God … let me grant me this one wish…

(Gwen) Alright, it’s time to leave this heep!

Smacking both of Luke and Luna’s heads playfully, their heads turned slightly red from the playful smack, causing both of them to rub their heads.

Luke snapped out of the trance as he turned away from everyone, his eyes staring at the ground as he covered his hands with his eyes. The three other men, having cheeky smiles and giggles, started to swarm around Luke as they all playfully tossed him around like a lucky winner at the jackpot.

(Luna) sniff You piece of shit …sniff I’ll kill you.

Luna covered her red face with her hands, her eyes dampening her coarse and blooded hands with salted tears. Gwen, who knew Luna’s words had no malice behind them, began patting her head as she lit up a warm smile.

(Gwen) You did good.

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(Quintiles 29, 59 / 9:32PM)

(Luke) Y-You know you don’t have to always sit beside me.

Luna didn’t reply, as she put an arm around Luke’s neck.

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(Luke) sighs … okay.

After exiting out of the Zirardge building, all six of them were in the same brown van that Jack used during the Harold and Ryan attack. All of them were completely spent and exhausted, the only one that didn’t catch a break was Jack, who drove along the darkened highway as he gripped the steering wheel tightly with his fingers.

(Jack’s thoughts) Because I can’t do much even in mid-range, I’m a chauffeur to these bozos. Man, I just wanted to relax with a beer in my hand…

To the right of him was Gwen, who carried a black radio box set with both of her callused hands.

Side glancing at her, he kept his eyes on the road, his mouth pointing to the direction of Gwen as his right foot was on the gas pedal.

(Jack) We should call the others to check up on them.

(Gwen) Before I do, there’s something I want to check up on.

Turning her head toward the back of the van, she hovered her head in the little hole, seeing Luna looking socially awkward with curled-up lips.

Wrapping her left arm even tighter than normal, Luna pushed down her face as the corners of her lips made an arched upside-down U. Turning her head towards the light-haired young man who laid his head back on the van metal, his eyes let themselves flicker.

Gwen, seeing the little sight of both Luna and Luke in the back of her, let out a mischievous smile as she started to giggle softly, having her hand a couple of inches in front of her mouth.

Putting her right hand inside of her leather jacket, she took out a black walkie-talkie.

Pushing a couple of buttons on the front end of the device, she started to turn the dials on the top of the talkie, the homemade device letting out an ear-piercing static. In almost an instant, the sound was gone, leaving behind her with a slight case of static as the little antenna was up high.

Straightening her back, as well as clearing her throat, she placed the walkie-talkie in front of her mouth as she looked towards the front of her.

(Gwen) GOOOOOOOOD NIIIIIIGGGHHHTTTTTTT LAAAAAGEEEEFOOOORRRR!!!!!

Startling all of the men and one woman inside of the van, all looked towards Gwen as she bent down onto the walkie-talkie, pushing her vocals to let out an emitting roar of emotion.

Not only did it just startle the men and women inside the van, but anyone who wielded a walkie-talkie that was in the plan…

Which led.

(Everyone that has a walkie-talkie) Gwen! Shut up!

(Everyone in the van) What was that?!

(Gwen) Does anyone want to rendezvous in a certain area? Cause…

Gwen then let the corners of her lips reach up to an unprecedented height, her eyes slanting as she put the walkie-talkie millimeters away from her lips.

(Gwen) I think we deserve ourselves a little rest.

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(Quintiles 29, 59 / 9:34PM)

A barrage of relief swept through the radio channels.

From the east to the west, to the north and south, many soldiers and elite soldiers alike tumbled to the ground simultaneously.

From the beast-humans to normal humans alike, they looked towards the sky as their eyes peered at the still lingering ash-covered sky. The orange night sky still beaming down its hellish rays, their eyes sparkled as they put their hands motionless, and their bodies stiffened as their breathing slowed.

For each individual who was part of the fight to retake the city, some let out a tear, some raised their hands out for victory, and some let out smiles of reassurance and hope.

(Military complex)

(Agent Briggs) News coming in that guys fought a bunch of unknown liches and managed to win? Now that’s good news.

(Fred) Well, those are the Dark Angels for you.

In front of the main gate that led out of the military complex, was a bunch of truck convoys gathering up soldiers of many kinds.

The trucks boomed with the sounds of its engines, the metal creaking and rumbling as it emitted black smoke from the outer ends of its rear. Many of the soldiers on board the trucks, sat down as they had their guns near to them, not bothering to grip them as they shut their eyes.

Fred, Gary, and Diego put their hands in their pockets as they watched the soldiers being filled inside of the many military trucks, as they were standing on top of the cement and asphalt.

Fred turned his head towards the below-average-height man near him, looking down as he lit up a warm smile. Putting his right hand onto the agent’s left shoulder, the blonde-haired agent turned his head upwards, having his arms folded as he rubbed his chin.

(Agent Briggs) What?

(Fred) Thank you.

(Agent Briggs) For what?

(Fred) For making use of me. I appreciated that sir.

Two women came running from behind them.

Both of their ears perked up from two pairs of footsteps, leading to them turning their heads to see a short woman with glasses and a woman of above-average height with sunglasses.

One of the women had with her a large radio box, a box that was giving out the screeching sound of static.

(Agent Ada) We got a transmission from the northern area of downtown.

(Agent Briggs) Patch it through.

(Lagefor Industrial Center)

(David) Where’s Hope, Benn?

(Benn) She’s in the truck.

Seeing that Benn had little treatment upon his body as white appendix bandages were strapped on his hands and stomach, David rubbed his chin with his pointer finger.

Narrowing his eyes, his pupils undialated as they started to shrink, letting a small huff of air out of his lungs.

(David) Take me to her.

(Benn) Sure.

Turning his head back, David made eye contact with two other people. Seeing a man with a bowl-cut haircut with a fedora and a teenage girl with pigtails, he extended his right hand to gesture a hand signal towards them.

Seeing the hand signal, both the chubby man and scrawny girl jumped up to walk towards the two men walking to one of the military trucks.

Noticing that one of the trucks held a medic sign logo, his nose let out a trickle of sweat from the top of his large shark nose.

(David) What happened with your fight with Gemma?

(Benn) I could say the same thing to Jenny with that little girl.

David put his hands in his pockets, turning his head the other way as his cheeks softly trembled. His throat jumping up from Benn’s statement, David started to slowly buckle his legs as he moistened his lips.

(David) I was fighting with Pedro, so I couldn’t handle the little girl with her. Jerry probably must’ve sacrificed himself being a hostage for Jenny to not be killed right away.

Reaching the front of the truck, David’s hands started to tremble softly as he still had them in his pocket, his straight lips on the verge of making a frown.

(David) Let’s just get to Hope. She’ll know what to do.

Pulling his hands from out of his pockets, he put both hands onto the edge of the truck, pushing himself up by himself, same went for Benn. Noticing that Boris and Loraine needed assistance, Benn extended his hand toward Loraine, while David extended him toward Boris.

Helping them both get up into the truck, the four of them went inside deeper into the back of the military truck, seeing a blond-haired girl holding a plate and a fork.

(David) Hope, you done recovering?

Hope had in her right hand a plate filled with just crackers and beef jerky, while carrying a white napkin with her left. Slowly eating the beef jerky as the thin meat swirled and washed around the insides of her mouth, Hope looked up toward David who normally wore his brown cowboy hat.

(Loraine) sniff sniff … Yummy!

(David) You need to heal Jenny now, she’s barely breathing.

(Hope) Don’t worry. Once I eat my special military meal, I will be able to fully heal Jenny in no time.

Swallowing her food, she let out a kind smile, the crevices of her lips reaching halfway towards her nose. Seeing that Hope didn’t have many electrical burns splattered across her body, David and the others let out sighs of relief.

Until…

The walkie-talkie near them was letting out a transmission…

As an ear-pinching shout came from the other end, a woman said three words that caused Hope to drop her plate.

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(Gwen) So, where should we all rest? Does anyone have any suggestions?

Inside of a brown van, inside of a military truck, and outside a convoy of trucks…

Everyone who was near a radio box or walkie-talkie flinched as they heard the shout of a cheerful woman.

(Military Complex)

(Agent Briggs) Who’s the annoying chick from the other end of the transmission?

(Agent Ada) Is she a soldier?

(Agent Eren) Probably some prankster.

(Spartan Alexandra) She doesn’t sound like a girl.

(Fred, Gary, and Diego’s thoughts) Damn it, Gwen…

(Industrial complex)

(David) Hey, keep it down!

(Benn’s thoughts) That’s a sound to sore ears.

(Loraine) Hehe

(Northern Highway)

Gwen, having the walkie-talkie in her hand, listened to the complaints and shouts from both the inside of the van and through the other side. Rubbing the back of her head with her left hand, she used the ends of her fingertips to dig deep into her scalp, her face flushing red.

(Gwen) I’m fine with being told to shut up, but who called me a prankster!?

(Agent Briggs) Are you a soldier or not?

(Gwen) Yes, I am!

Straightening her back and neck, she let out a childish pout, her cheeks enlarging as she had a barrage of air inside of them. Her face continuing to flush even more red, she soon began cracking the exterior metal of the device in her hand.

(Gwen) I am the commander of The Dark Angels! Gwen Keegan! Remember that!

(Agent Briggs) Don’t care. Where should we all rest?

Gwen continued to pout as she turned her head towards Jack.

Jack didn’t pay Gwen’s helpful look no mind, his eyes side glancing at the freckled woman. But he squinted his eyes toward the darkened highway, his head lowered down as he tilted his head to the right.

(Gwen) Jack, This soldier is being mean to me.

(Jack) Well, just ignore him then.

(Agent Briggs) Yeah … definitely a child.

(Gwen) I am not!

Putting the walkie-talkie down onto her thigh, her cheeks continued to puff out as her nose began to let out air from her nostrils. Unknowingly, a high pitch static still tormented both her and everyone's ears in the brown van that they all found a brief solace from.

(Agent Briggs) Uh hello? Where should we all rest?

All of them turned their head toward the radio box, they all looked at each other as they kept their mouths enclosed. Jack, who was silent the whole way, turned his head to the right.

(Jack) How about we all rest at a building we’re all familiar with?

(Gwen) What building?

(Jack) Home.