The walk out to the Dark Woods is uneventful, if perhaps a little unsettling. What starts out as a bright, breezy spring day becomes less and less cheerful the farther the group gets from the barracks ( Read more... )

Alexis had completely given up on her slippers. They were just not going to work, at this point, while she was still barreling through woods as fast as she could manage, working largely off adrenaline. Given how scratched her feet were, at this point, she reflected that the only reason they didn't hurt more probably was adrenaline. She was okay ( Read more... )

Bruce really, really, really wishes he wasn't doing this. Like, seriously. If he could be anywhere esle, doing anything else, it would be an improvement over this. Even being dragged along by Janet to Brooks Brothers and Armani Exchange and all sorts of other stores all over New York with Tony and Clint laughing uproariously in the background would ( Read more... )

Perched up on the roof of one of the barracks is Fletcher, who has decided that brooding is a much better use of his time than, you know, any number of other useful activities.

He's been here for nearly three full weeks and all he's been able to think about is Hannah and whether or not she's dead. This has caused considerable depression and anxiety ( Read more... )

Murphy stands out in front of the barracks' open gates, turning Fidelacchius over in her hands as she looks out at the woods. She's just finished putting out a call to potential first responders - and yelling at certain parties for being massive fricking idiots. Now all that's left is to wait until people show up. If they show up ( Read more... )

Fletcher wakes to near-absolute silence. He blinks once, twice, three times before registering the fact that he’s lying on the frozen ground in the wilderness somewhere, snow falling peacefully around him. He squints at the web of bare branches overhead and the gray sky beyond, and the only thing that brings him to his feet is the sudden, too-real ( Read more... )