[ A couple paces behind, Wolfwood sees -- and hears, somewhat -- the pathetic sobbing, but he grits his teeth and doesn't say a word. Maybe somebody else might find it nice, in a way, to know that they'll be mourned this much, but quite frankly Wolfwood finds it embarrassing. Just throw his body in a ditch and forget he ever existed, that's all that he deserves.
With the silence, Wolfwood's got time to think, though, so while Stampede sniffles about his dead friend, Wolfwood's mind is churning over plans for what to do next. There's no reason to assume they'll be able to go back to the worlds they came from -- sometimes powerful people come through and disrupt your life, and that's all there is to it. They're here now, for better or worse, so he's got to make the most of it. Miss Melanie and the kids probably aren't in December -- he's still going to head that way once he's got another car, because he has to see the place for himself, but given the state of the rest of the world, he'd be amazed to find them still there. They've evacuated, or they've died -- either way, they aren't going to be waiting around the orphanage. If he survives long enough he'll see if he can find them, or at least find out what happened to them. This isn't his world, but... but Miss Melanie is Miss Melanie, and whoever the kids under her care are, they're still kids. Maybe there's something he can do for them.
But first, he needs a gun. He needs a lot of guns, ideally, and plenty of ammo, but he can start with one. Not having any vials is another problem -- if he gets into a fire fight he's going to get killed -- but that just means he'll need to plan his attack carefully. If there was a Wolfwood here, then there was an Eye of Michael here. It feels right to go out removing them from the face of the planet. No matter what happens to this world, it'll be better off for having fewer of those plant-worshipping, child-murdering bastards in it.
He lets his thoughts drift a bit then, imagining increasingly cruel and painful ways he'd like to deal with select members of the Eye. When Stampede finally speaks, some time later, it takes Wolfwood a second to pull himself back from his violent fantasies. Where's he going? To the nearest town, aren't they? ...Ah, he realizes a second later, that's not what he meant. ]
December. [ The place where Wolfwoods go to die, apparently. ] And don't you dare start crying about that, you hear me? I'm just going to make sure those kids are okay.
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With the silence, Wolfwood's got time to think, though, so while Stampede sniffles about his dead friend, Wolfwood's mind is churning over plans for what to do next. There's no reason to assume they'll be able to go back to the worlds they came from -- sometimes powerful people come through and disrupt your life, and that's all there is to it. They're here now, for better or worse, so he's got to make the most of it. Miss Melanie and the kids probably aren't in December -- he's still going to head that way once he's got another car, because he has to see the place for himself, but given the state of the rest of the world, he'd be amazed to find them still there. They've evacuated, or they've died -- either way, they aren't going to be waiting around the orphanage. If he survives long enough he'll see if he can find them, or at least find out what happened to them. This isn't his world, but... but Miss Melanie is Miss Melanie, and whoever the kids under her care are, they're still kids. Maybe there's something he can do for them.
But first, he needs a gun. He needs a lot of guns, ideally, and plenty of ammo, but he can start with one. Not having any vials is another problem -- if he gets into a fire fight he's going to get killed -- but that just means he'll need to plan his attack carefully. If there was a Wolfwood here, then there was an Eye of Michael here. It feels right to go out removing them from the face of the planet. No matter what happens to this world, it'll be better off for having fewer of those plant-worshipping, child-murdering bastards in it.
He lets his thoughts drift a bit then, imagining increasingly cruel and painful ways he'd like to deal with select members of the Eye. When Stampede finally speaks, some time later, it takes Wolfwood a second to pull himself back from his violent fantasies. Where's he going? To the nearest town, aren't they? ...Ah, he realizes a second later, that's not what he meant. ]
December. [ The place where Wolfwoods go to die, apparently. ] And don't you dare start crying about that, you hear me? I'm just going to make sure those kids are okay.