[1-3] The Nose

[Marcus Wright]

“To survive, humans will work together. Accept each other. For a moment, we are all equal. Backs against the wall, human beings are at their finest.”
Okor’s armor was covered with decades of ancient rust as he carried a very old weapon in his hands. The large man's armor was filled with old stains of rust all over from past battles. But not even age old diseases could prepare him for this battle ahead of him.

The giant's breaths sounded like mucus coughs as he pointed out that nobody had a real weapon to defend themselves. Each could be true depending on the situation. The Vision could be considered a weapon itself, Marcus was a terminator but there was no exact past moments where Okor had seen the contestants fight.

Got to work with what you got, right?

Okor had decided to leave the group for guard duty, leaving Fiara, the fiery young prime to take the lead. The woman had to raise her voice to yell over the hustle and bustle of the survivors. "HEY! LISTEN UP!
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As soon as she had gotten everyone's attention, she began calling out the names of groups. This was the "gathering" supplies team. Marcus, the Vision and four other secondaries met to discuss what would happen next.

Marcus lifted some of the flatter, more stable parts of the plane. It depended on Amy Contreras, Jeff Malkovich, Lee Garcia and Joanne Gill to hold the walls up.
As soon as she had gotten everyone's attention, she began calling out the names of groups. This was the "gathering" supplies team. Marcus, the Vision and four other secondaries met to discuss what would happen next.
Marcus lifted some of the flatter, more stable parts.

It depended on Amy Contreras, Jeff Malkovich, Lee Garcia and Joanne Gill to hold the walls up. They could help the vision hold up the steel of the walls to create a shelter before dark provided they climbed into the jet plane and ripped the leather seating to make gloves so they avoided burning themselves. Amy Contreras was a blond- haired woman who had a husband back home and she was an expert at handling hot food on the cart. She started leading the others into the plane and bent down to start ripping at the leather seats within the plane.

As the secondaries dug, they also tossed some remaining water floatation devices toward Marcus which he slipped onto his trench coat.
Days turned into nights.
The male syntech employees decided to sleep, while the female employees took shifts.

Marcus looked over at the Vision while his heat vision melted the shelter walls. Just like himself, Marcus didn't need any sleep and would keep the others awake if necessary, for nobody knew what would come in the morning.

The co-pilot rushed toward the plane trying to find a way to contact Syntech companies. The co-pilot bent down and dug through the remaining part of the plane hoping to god he could find the “black box” hidden within the plane.

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