Somewhere between July and December

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[ It wasn't the fastest car he'd ever driven, but it made better time than the old man's shitty station wagon had, and it was definitely faster than walking across the desert. None of the maps he'd found tucked under the seat had Hopeland on them, which was worrisome as all hell, but on one of the maps there was an orphanage marked, just off of a city called December.

The ghost he'd talked to on that mountaintop had told him he'd die in December, but that ghost had also ruined his last cigarette, so fuck that guy. If he died, he died, but first, he was going to make sure Miss Melanie and the kids were okay.

The sedan hums its way across the desert, kicking up a dust cloud that can be seen for miles. ]


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[ With a shudder and a hard jolt, the car comes screeching to a halt, the dash going dead as the engine seizes up. Wolfwood swears, punches the dash, then swears again when the solid dash nearly breaks his hand for his trouble. He'd managed to get the car hotwired, but apparently cars in this messed up version of Noman's were more different from the ones he knew than he'd realized. Is it out of oil? Out of charge? Not like he can do anything about it, whatever the problem.

Please ignore the man in black, standing next to a very dead car in the middle of absolute nowhere and screaming at the sky. It's therapeutic profanity, and it really is helping. ]


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[ Sunburned and exhausted, Wolfwood crests the hill and finally, there before him, sees the building that his map identifies as the December Orphanage. Even from a distance it's clear that the chaos that's affected the rest of the planet hit here, too -- there's clear bullet holes in at least one side of the building, walls that have collapsed, and the whole place seems as deserted as everywhere else he's been.

But he's here now, so he might as well have a look around.

He really wishes he still had his Punisher, though. ]

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[ Warrens City? That one he doesn't recognize, but he's certainly not going to admit to that. Instead, he settles into that seat with his back half to the door -- it's a somewhat awkward position, but he wants more than a half on eye on Midvalley. ]

You talked to a different one than I did, then.

[ Does Midvalley know there's multiple copies of people here? Has he had that revelation yet? It's a hell of a shock when it happens, to be sure!

Also: there's drinks in the back, sure, but Midvalley hasn't taken up smoking recently, has he? And maybe left his pack on the dash? ]

The Stampede I met earlier swore up and down that Knives was still alive.

[ The punchline, that Wolfwood's been dreading, is that Knives is probably here somewhere... and where Knives goes, his blue-haired dog always follows. Stampede's a pushover, hardly worth the effort, but Knives? Knives would splatter their guts across the desert floor without a second thought.

The further they can get from any independent plant, they longer they'll all live. Assuming, of course, that they're all still alive. This being Hell isn't off the table yet, as far as Wolfwood's concerned. ]

There's other dead folks here, too, people I'm sure are dead. I don't know what the hell is going on, but it's not good.

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[Silence. 'A different one'.

There's more than one of---]

Of course there's more of them. Why wouldn't there be.

[He didn't know if it'd be better to laugh or cry.]

Humanity's fucked, even if we're somehow coming back from the dead. One.. maybe we could have challenged one.

[How many of these monsters were out there? Did they just have to hope a couple were benevolent instead of hellbent on erasing their entire species, and that THOSE ones wouldn't change their minds according to some fey rules humanity wasn't privy to?

Midvalley does not smoke, but there's a nonzero chance that somewhere in this vehicle is a pack of cigarettes. SOMEONE he's picked up, dropped off or murdered likely smoked, the odds were in its favor.]

From what I heard in December, something's gone off with time too. Some lady said she was from just after the Fall, and others from decades after now. I don't know what the hell they did, but I'm willing to bet it has to do with those brothers, however many of them there are.

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[ So he didn't know. Well, consider the information payment for the ride. They're even more fucked than they were before, aren't they? None of the cities he's seen so far have any people in them, the only plants are the brothers -- none of which, as far as he knows, can make water, or food, or anything people need to survive on this blasted waste of a world -- and there's at least one ghost haunting the place.

He'll leave that tidbit for later, though. No reason to show his whole hand at once. ]

This lady, in December... don't suppose her name was Rem, was it?

[ He'd met her in July, or what passed for July on this world, but there's no reason the duplicates needed to all be in the same spot, right? ]

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Jillian Fasbender. [For a moment, he seems almost reverent.] She has a voice like an angel and swears like a steamer crewman, used to be something called an aeronautics expert. Made two months' pay in two nights with her as lead singer.

[A coincidence, apparently, he's never heard of Rem at all, but that meant there were two people from early in and not just one. The idea of an assassin making good money with music was a ridiculous notion to most, but Midvalley had been a killer second and a musician foremost until Knives changed the rules.

Speaking of.]

A tip for the only other asshole out here who seems to realize how dangerous they all are: Stay out of Octovern. Everyone's saying that's where all the missing plants are, and if they're there, he's going to be there too, or will be headed there, and so will however many brothers he's got now. Place is going to go up like July.

[The only other traitor currently, and also apparently with the good sense to get the hell out of Dodge while the getting is good.

It had never been personal for Midvalley. He'd offer the same to Hoppered.]

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[ So it wasn't the same woman. Oh well. It would have been funny as hell to be able to tell the Hornfreak here that he'd been chatting with Millions Knives's dead mother -- there's little enough funny about this situation, okay? He takes his laughs where he can get them.

And in the same category of 'things that are funny'... there's still people out there spending money on concerts? He can't imagine being that kind of stupid, but if folks at the end of the world want to waste what cash they've got left on the busted radiator sounds that Midvalley calls music? Good for him lightening their wallets. A man's got to make a living, after all. ]

It's not just the plants gathering in Octovern, or so I hear. [ Something on the floorboard catches his eye -- is that a pack of Wams? Blessed fucking day -- he'll grab that in a minute, or when Midvalley kicks him out, whichever comes first. Not like he's got a lighter at the moment anyway. ] You're gonna love this. There's ships from Earth in Octovern. They're having a meeting right now, local bigwigs and folks from Earth.

[ If they don't all kill each other, things might really start to get better! That's a big 'if', though. Wolfwood's taking odds on the killing option, personally. ]

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[When the End comes people spend their time praying, fighting, or having a good time. Midvalley can take advantage of at least some of that, and leave that first one to people like Wolfwood.

There's a looong silence when earth ships are mentioned. Wasn't Knives cutting satellites out of orbit? Was that why? Earth was a dream, a lost point of origin and nearly a myth at best. Ships though, ships meant..]

Huh.

[Could the people from Earth, with all the advantages of a pre-crash civilization, rein in the lethal risk of the likes of the twins?]

That's good news, if they can keep themselves from getting shot. Maybe we can get off this dustball. Leave it to the plants if they want it so bad.

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[ Getting away from Knives sounds like a brilliant plan. No matter how bad things are on Earth, or here but under the rule of the Earth forces, it'll be better than being stranded on this dry rock without any plants to keep them all watered and fed. No Knives means no Eye, too, doesn't it? Without their god's support, without being able to hold the promise of resources over the heads of the poor folks starving out in the sands, the Eye wouldn't have any leverage.

They'd still have their tech, though, Wolfwood knows, and the army they'd built. Folks who were too monstrous, too brainwashed, or too otherwise damaged to return to the world, and that is going to be a fight. He can't imagine the Earth forces will want to work with a local cult, and the Eye won't give up what little they've got left without a fight.

Might be worth sticking around, just to help clear them out. A little vengeance is good for the soul, right? ]

You think they'd take everyone? A couple million new mouths to feed, whose only skills are rootin' around in the trash and killing each other?

[ Nobody's that charitable. There might be a couple folks whose skills, or wealth, will be enough to buy them a ticket off-planet, but the rest of them are still going to die in the dust, aren't they? Maybe they'll live longer, eat better, see their kids grow up, but if the Earth fleet is here to bring everyone back to the homeworld, Wolfwood will eat both his shoes. ]

The best I'm hopin' for is a handout, maybe a couple new wells.

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Not at first. Can't imagine they showed up with a colony ship.

[But a few? Maybe bargains could be made and those few could shake the dust of this planet off their feet forever. Anywhere else would do over this miserable place. If it meant giving up being an assassin, well, that's a small price to pay.]

But I can't imagine they'll put up with genocide either. Plants came from Earth, they have to have a way to put a lid on all this. I'm not keen on relying on some government at all, never mind one from some other planet but what we're doing isn't working, so time to try something new.

[If the Terrans could contend with Knives, the people of No Man's Land could contend with the rest, the rest at least were fellow humans. A more even playing field than true monsters.]

..When things settle down a bit, I'm going to give it a shot. Not much else to lose.

[There's an invitation there, albeit unspoken. Wolfwood was one of the very rare Gung Ho Guns that wasn't an intolerable sociopath.]

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[ That was an invitation, wasn't it? It's tempted to accept it -- after all, what's holding him here? The orphanage might be in December, but given how abandoned everything else is, he's not holding his breath. Livio's dead. Stampede isn't his responsibility, and what's that leave? Just him.

Him, and the Eye. ]

Hey, you get a chance to get on one of those ships and get the hell out of here, you take it and don't look back.

[ Now seems like a prime time to grab that pack of smokes off the floorboards... and look at that. This car's even got a cigarette lighter with the coil still in the slot. Will wonders never cease? ]

Maybe I'll make it out to Earth one day myself.