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Sarah had stuffed and crammed as much as possible into her pockets. The ripped pictures she had only taken important parts of, like her ex's half or her parents half. She didn't have much else aside from her bow, which was now on her back as she fiddled with the slowly-dying string that was on its way. Chance seemed to refuse to stand beside her, looking the complete opposite way. He had a backpack full of random items he had found and now owned, and had his back to his sister so he didn't even have to look at her.

"Y'know that we could all die anyways. What if the place has already been destroyed and ransacked since you last saw it? We're screwed then." Sarah pointed out.

Fianna looked over her bag; historical manuals, historical books, small mementos and her own notebook. "That looks like everything..." Fianna was still slightly confused by everything that was going on; she had been practicing downward swings from an open guard when Aaron had let her know that they were all moving out. Was the school unsafe? It must be if they wanted to leave so quickly, Fianna didn't think too hard on the subject, she wasn't the one making decisions.

After grabbing her axe she had made her way outside to where everyone was gathered and looked around; taking care to avoid the main group. No one really seemed particularly worried, but then again Fianna had never been good at picking up other people's emotions. She winced slightly when she saw Roxanna had lost her hand; did that happen when she went out to help Mike? And then she noticed Chance had a notable wound in his arm, maybe their predicament was way worse than Fianna knew. She felt a pang of guilt that all of this happened without her noticing, she might have been able to help more if she wasn't so aloof.

Roxanna had quickly packed up. Throwing away he blood soaked clothing before walking outside. They were just waiting on one or two more people.

She leans on the wall as she rewrapped her bloody wrist and sighed in pain. She clipped it up and shook her head. Maybe death would be nice by now... nothing was really worth it any more and it felt like a useless fight

“Has Kim reported back yet,” he asked his crew, “I need to know if it’s still safe to move at our rate.” “She did report back in,” Jack replied, “said it would be good for at least five days, if not more; the Raiders went past the prison to the military base a few miles north, as the prison is already held by the gang called the ‘Skullbloods.’”

“Good work,” he patted Jack on the back, “I’ll let Roxanne know. What about the hangar 5 miles south? Did Chris find anything?” “He mentioned something about a pair of scavengers,” Jack reported, “one of them tried to fly a plane, but as soon as the engine started up, it burst into flames; the other didn’t try the second plane, though, so we could probably still find some way to utilize it.” Aaron nodded, letting Jack get back to his normal patrol until they departed for his Sanctuary.

"Or you could just..." She trailed off, falling silent with a sigh. She folded her arms and just stared at her feet. Or at the ground. Either one was as equally as boring, so it doesn't really matter. Her hair fell in front of her face as she delved deep into her thoughts, which was something she did when she was just bored or waiting.

“Were you going to suggest something, Sarah,” he asked after calculating the reports, “I value your opinion as much as anyone else’s, but I know that we’ll be safe at Sanctuary, as long as we can get there in time. So, let’s hear your idea, and I’ll see if we could, possibly, see if it’ll keep us alive.” He wasn’t being sarcastic, but he hoped his tone reflected that as well.

It took her several moments before she blinked once and looked up at him, using her hand to brush her hair to the side. "Huh? Oh, no. I wasn't going to suggest anything." She smiled politely at him. It wasn't often she would smile, or even try to get out a broken smile. It quickly disappeared as she looked back down, recieving a huff from Chance. She ignored it though, not in the mood to argue again.

Fianna glanced curiously at Aaron, Sarah and Chance. Now that she looked closer; Chance and Sarah seemed to be oddly far apart from each other, and Chance looked like he was actively staying away from Sarah. Fianna didn't see them often, but they always seemed so close to each other when she did. She tilted her head to the side in thought; still casually staring at the three of her group mates.

“ it doesn’t matter much anymore. “ she said walking out with her hands in her pockets. “ opinions don’t matter much. Relationships don’t matter much... just keeping each other alive is the only thing we should worry about anymore.” She said walking into the light, her messy grey hair falling in front of her face

The twins both stayed quiet at Roxanna's statement, before Sarah muttered, "I know someone who agrees." And despite being so quiet, Chance heard this and sneered at the girl, to which she just walked further away from him and kept her back turned towards him. She began fiddling with the necklace Roxanna had given her.

“Well said,” he agreed, “truly; we’ll all be ok once we get there. We’ve about five days to get there and fortify our position, and I’m already sending teams to salvage the wreckage of the planes. With your command, of course; you are the leader, after all.”

“ I told you twins to grow up didn’t I? Get over whatever your fighting about and forget it please? This is too much too deal with in such a little amount of time...” she said walking over, the bandage already turning red

"Dipshit." Chance sneered at her again. He gained no response as Sarah kept her back towards him, folding her arms and once again staring at the ground as she took in a deep breath, which in reality was just as hollow as her chest still felt after that whole drama earlier.

She walked over and pulled the two over to the side. “ what is going on you two...?” She asked softly

"She's being an unstable, emotional mess again." Chance still hadn't gone back to his other non-bipolar, nice self, which meant he didn't really have any consideration for what he was saying about his own sister, or anyone else for that matter.

"Nothing is going on. I'm letting him calm down before I want to slit his throat." It seemed like she was trying to stay calm, clearly trying to follow Roxanne's previous instructions of them growing up. She clenched her fists as she folded her arms again, becoming tense.

"Just like you slit his." Chance retorted, clearly not letting up.

"That was different. Leave me alone." She then walked away again.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled her back. “ please you two... I want you too both say one nice thing about each other....”

Sarah was about to attempt before chance interrupted. "There's nothing to say." And those four words pinched at her heart more than anything had since she had lost the rest of her family. She glanced down as she shook her head, not even wanting to bother.

"He's not my brother. Not when he's like this, Roxanne." She once again began walking away, one hand now on her chest with the other gripping her side. "I'll do it when my brother is back."

She sighed and shook her head. “ try not to poke her anymore ok?” She said to him while looking him in the eye

"Hmph." was the only response that she recieved from Chance. Sarah continued to walk away until she was a foot 10 or 11 feet away from him, staring at the wall and through the bars to the outside. She closed her eyes go a moment before she let out another hollow breath.

She walked back to the group. She leans in the wall and looked up at the sky as she waited for everyone to be resdy