07-10-2016, 02:13 PM
There was a loud 'kr-thunk' as the body fell from the truck and slammed into the sand, lifeless. Kalli was then forced to stand on the edge of the roof, a rope being tied around her ankles just like the corpse.
Two bandits quietly tied her hands and ankles, meanwhile Malgore simply sat in his chair on the top of the container's roof, staring out into the horizon as the sounds of the battle died down around them. He was content. Surrounding the truck were lines of prisoners, the bandits shoving and beating those who couldn't move or were too slow. The prisoners themselves were mostly the tribe's civilians, all tired and bloody. A small band of convoy guards meanwhile were sitting on the sand floor, huddled up around the long dead campfire as guns were kept pointed toward them. The convoy and tribe leaders were still missing but, that would solve itself soon enough.
The center itself hadn't been cleaned up at all despite the total massacre for all sides involved. Instead, the bodies were left where they were despite any health risks involved. Aside from this, the Malicious Son's 'fleet' of vehicles was shown at full might- rows of cars, trucks, buggies and motorcycles, some even having some creative combination of two or more. Plenty of these vehicles were drenched in blood or having prisoners attached to the front of them. This collection of crazed bandits would only fuel the adrenaline of the victors, screaming and shouting into the wind in praise of their leader and for attention from him. Some even taunted the prime, or tossed rocks at her before Malgore yelled at them- they would not hurt her any more than they have already. Not until there were questions to be answered.
Kalli was then violently pushed off the roof, falling for a short second before quickly slamming into the side of the container, groaning from the added pain. The rope rotated her, turning around steadily as her body ached, the rope creaking while this rotation steadily revealed the sight of columns of prisoners, chanting cannibals and the remains of the battle. She couldn't pull an expression or give a vocal sign of regret, but her eyes certainly showed all loss of hope, bleakly looking at the damage with no surprise nor thought, it had become accepted now, they had failed to protect this place. And even worse- everyone was now left at the whims of the insane.
She couldn't be bothered to continue to worry or care anymore, the prime merely closed her eyes as exhaustion took over, drifting off into a sleep as the chaos continued around her.
***
"Almost there now! Come on."
Whittorn had jogged ahead, looking about as the chants of bandits grew louder, though still faint. No one was really that optimistic about the outcome of this battle, but it was agreed that they had to try to get to the convoy's holdout, if worse came to worse a last stand could always go down, plenty of more horrible ways to go in a place like this. Especially since everyone else with him happened to be humans, and these bandits were no regular raiders- they were cannibals, human cannibals. Whittorn continued to grow more delicate with each step the further he got away from the tribal group behind him, looking down the path ahead with squinted eyes. Raising his pistol, the lizard waited, reluctantly breathing in the air that smelt of rotting bodies and burnt skin. Nothing could be seen except smoke and bodies, to which he remained suspicious over.
Jeff joined next to him, having jogged up with his rifle still in hand, scanning the path like his boss. Once the two silently concluded that there was nothing to be found, they motioned for the Eldest and her escort to follow. As soon as the tribes people behind them began moving, Whittorn and Jeff got up and went further down the path, continuing to watch for an enemy that couldn't be seen.
"There isn't any more gunfire you know." Jeff said, keeping his rifle raised as they moved down the street with slow steps.
"It just means that we won. No way they could've defeated a prime that-" Whittorn stopped himself, becoming silent. At first it seemed as if he saw something in the distance, but in reality he was just silently recalling how little Kalli knew when he first met her. "Okay, maybe they could have defeated her, but I'm not leaving my gear behind because of one flimsy defense." he added
"I say we just get one of the abandoned bandit cars running, then see how far the gas takes us. If you still have that map we could try to make it to-"
"Nope, forgot it in the truck, we need to get that back before we do anything else."
"Damn it."
Before they could continue their conversation, a loud rustling came from the left, then right- the corpses themselves rising up with guns coming out of from the sand, as if buried. From the huts surrounding them came bandits, pointing their guns and flanking them, the corpses having not been dead all along, and actually just a disguise by the Malicious Sons to catch them off guard. Before Whittorn or his companion could even comprehend it, they were surrounded. The tribal men and old woman behind them already being forced to drop their weapons. Jeff and Whittorn did the same, their weapons flopping into the sand before a bandit scavenger grabbed them, pulling them away and out of sight. Then the rest of the bandits closed in on the two men, taking out blunt weapons like clubs or- rather disgustingly -bones.
"Well that was a good run." Whittorn stated sarcastically, raising his hands
"Look on the bright side, you wont be eaten alive." Jeff replied blankly
"Yeah, well, those assholes destroyed my-" two loud 'thunks' echoed- both men swiftly knocked unconscious.