Folion

(Sorry if you're wondering, 'Just where the fuck is Folion?' but I PROMISE that I will post tomorrow night. I've to finish this English essay I procrastinated on today. DX)

(Alright, sorry for the delays. Here I go...)

Ruben and James stood in tension-choking silence. James, hopefully willing to be their new party member introduced himself with a friendly tone. He told Ruben that he had food in his backpack and that he wasn't a bad shot - both were traits in dire demand these days. For once in a rare chance, Ruben grinned. It wasn't often that things like this happened, but his luck seemed to be in the hole.

Before gunshots exploded. He watched in stupefied surprise as Logain and James both vaulted and ran to the origin of the gunshots. He picked his jaw up off the floor before he called to Mark who appeared in the window and scrambled out. Ruben shook his head, frantically, and shoved Mark back in, as he raced into the house with his rifle. Mark tripped over himself and followed suit.

It appeared their luck was being put to the test.

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