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Crybaby, the thick lizard and the last to arrive, is the first to break silence, aside from the sounds of engines roaring along the border fences.
"They'll never let any of us back near their colony. There's an army out there.
I recognise you, I think, you're from the raider bands in their posters. The ones hanging right next to mine on the bounty board, they called me Crybaby..."
He followed on with scattered details about his charge carefully pulling cuts from of reality, he couldn't hide the fact he was caught red handed and weeping since that's what it says on all the posters, but he was only ever caught once. Until the vigilante army network reached him and he was run along with the rest, far away from Colony.
The Raider picks dry and brittle bones through the monologue, working shivs out of the dead, but perks up as Cry begins to talk about the run. Finally coming forward with advice about gunfights and running from the hunters, he'd obviously never seen the inside of a civilised home without kicking the door in, but he was helpful and surprisingly forthcoming to present company.
He points with a heavy stick at the ball of night camouflage on the opposite side of the fire, before tossing the wood in. The animal didn't twitch,
"That's the Mother, or whatever you heard of her. She was wandering into the gang's territory when we met a day ago, without the famous horde. Fear kept us from trying to strip the beast down to the bone, and no bounty was ever placed on a spookstory. She followed our band outwards when the camp was burned by vigilantes."
Raider paused to listen to distant gunfire, Cry continued, "more fugitives will make it this way if the hunters don't cross the border themselves. Nobody's going to make the trek to the next city without stopping tonight. I could make myself another knife easy, but this camp is covered in the dead, it's not safe."
Raider, "this is no-man's land, it's not meant to be safe. It's meant to stay dead for good and us in it. And there a lot of shivs but nothing to stick'm in if you don't like eating people." He kicked around the debris at his boots to scatter a small collection of simple blades, many rusted, there were no working guns and apparently no other tools in the immediate area. The old tin box Cry sits on is empty.
The sound of engines fading off. But no footsteps or calls, they both double checked for those.
Oops, hope that fills things in, thanks >>567460 .
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