EVENT: COYOTE INVASION

[TATIANA]

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[THE BADLANDS.]

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Fire, it destroys an ecosystem, disrupts the balance of nature.  Driving out prey even killing half the amount of prey, bringing predators into territories they weren't usually in.  Not only your normal classified animals but the homo sapiens that live in that territory as well.  And the human group that lives in this barren wasteland was none other than the Badlands, and even the like of those heathens had been scavenging for food.  But suddenly they weren't the only things roaming this city they knew and loved.  Lurking behind a building was a snapping canine, known as Coyotes. Though they weren't the only canines lurking, there was also the likes of dogs in packs who believed they had the rights to the city of course.

But you know, even they where starving, looking for a source of food; nutrients.  And suddenly the hunters became the hunted, with the vile likes of the canines.  They had been seen on the outskirts of the city of the Badlands killing off the weaker members who would've to die off anyway.  But soon they earned their own source of confidence, not having a fear of these hairless animals who walk on two.  They were deciding they would try to move up on that food chain now, after all, they have the chance to do so.

The leader of the city walked around the streets as her hues stumbled onto a dead carcass of a member with a coyote ripping the flesh from the bone of this lifeless being.  Taking out a knife from under her skirt she threw it at the coyote in between its eyes with perfect aim, but she didn't care much for the prize as she walked over and took the knife out of the skull and turning away.  Jogging almost running to the water fountain where she usually holds weekly tasks the top dog was done with these canines.

"Everyone! We are being invaded by coyotes, we must chase them out, kill them if you have too I don't care we need to get them out of here.  Now."  The Top Dog spoke as she held the bloody knife in her hand she listened to her voice finally stop echoing around the territory.

// THE CITY IS BEING INVADED BY COYOTES
everyone is needed in order to get these coyotes out of the city

[charlie luciano]

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Uh, what? What the hell had Tatiana just ordered them to do? Charlie opened the door to his residence, a run-down motel room that wasn't too far from the whole scene, to find a canine with a knife-wound pierced into it's cranium. Coyotes, wolves, rabid dogs... they were just all trouble. Well, Charlie wasn't going to bang pots and pans like an idiot and try to run them off while they potentially grew more aggravated and attacked him. No, he was going to make this quick and clean.

He stepped back into his room quickly and fetched his handgun and his pistol before tucking them into the waistband of his pants. He ducked out into the open behind a dumpster, retrieving his lucky pistol and turning the safety off. Charlie glanced out from behind his cover, taking aim at a coyote that was yipping and padding around on the street. He squinted, wanting to be accurate in his shooting, and he let a bullet fly through the air and pierce the canine in the shoulder. It yelped and staggered away, but not before Charlie shot at it again and made it collapse onto the ground.

charlie "lucky" luciano

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[DYLAN,]

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[DYLAN,]

[color=black]Someone stood on his face and shrieked an apology before scurrying off. The brown-haired boy sat up, dazed, and focused on the scene around him. Everyone was screaming, running and trying to barricade the windows and front door of the Church up with wooden planks. He was surrounded by the wounded, sick and homeless, all who were in no position to fight. "-kill them if you have too I don't care we need to get them out of here. Now!" The end was all he heard of Tatiana's speech before it was drowned out by the sound of yipping in the distance, human panicking and his own heartbeat. This was giving Dylan a sick feeling of déjà vu, but he he wasn't fifteen years of age, he wasn't all alone in a blizzard and it wasn't dogs attacking, it was fucking coyotes. The rabid animals had been smart enough to stay away until now and Dylan was excited to eat some meat tonight, because it was obvious these mutts wouldn't last long.

He pulled out his AK-47 from his backpack that doubled as his pillow and scrambled up from his sleeping bag on the ground. Luckily his long legs came in handy as he jumped and side-stepped through the maze of injured or dead bodies of victims from the fire. "Out of my way!" He barked at a younger Grunt as he shoved past them, running for the front doors before they barricaded them. Without a word to anyone, Dylan slipped through the tiny gap and breathed in the fresh air, mind whirling.

A group of three coyote's spotted him from the other end of street around 50 metres away. "Shit." Dylan loaded the gun with nimble fingers from his uninjured hand and loaded the magazine with his last remaining 50 bullets. He was rusty with a gun, having not used it since he arrived to the Badlands a couple years ago, but he was sure he'd be okay. The Councilman raised the gun to his eye and squeezed the trigger, ignoring the kick of the weapon as the bullets whizzed towards the ugly, yellow mutts advancing on him. The one closest was down within seconds, the second just as fast, but the third stumbled to the ground with a yelp of pain. Dylan paused in his shooting, slung the AK over his shoulder and slipped the knife out the waistband of his jeans. Ending the injured coyotes life only took seconds, but he'd always remember the look of fury on its face as he lowered the blade into its neck. Pure hatred.

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