Aurum

Ethel began to hop from body to body. Each one would die as their own people were forced to shoot them down. She'd then just go to a new person, shoot a few more people, and jump again. Soon, she barged into a house as a burly man, looking over its dirty mess.

A woman sat under a desk, an overweight white woman. She shot her after hesitation, wincing as the lady's scream was cut short. She then gazed over the beds of the trailer, and almost left, until she heard shallow breaths, the stifled cry of someone nearby. Searching, Ethel found where it was coming from, taking steps to a nightstand. Peaking through the cracks, where a child was curled up, she stared down. Then, planting a finger to her lips, put the gun to her host's head, and pulled the trigger.

Her spirit floated aimlessly for a short while, but Ethel found Shannon once more.

Shannon's eyes flipped open, and she shot up, sticking out a tongue as she brushed off a crowd on ants from her shoulder. Should she advance? She didn't want to get hurt via friendly fire, but there were no bodies close enough and free enough to enter. She kind of crouched there, watching the rest of the inhabitants get picked off, blue eyes drifting to the door she committed suicide in. Hopefully they would not check there again. That child was loud.

Jessie silently exited the house where she had let the kid live, not wanting to cause a scene in case someone waltzed over and started snooping. There was still quite the swath of destruction going on, and it was almost comical the way some of her cohorts were dealing with this group, the screams and stomping of feet just adding the clutter of noise. Taking a deep breath and looking skywards to avoid looking at the pools of blood everywhere, instead moving towards the place they originally entered from. It seemed that their leader had returned.

"Seems like everyone's having fun." Her comment seemed off for the situation, but she didn't really know what to say. She certainly didn't need any suspicion on her: she just wanted to get this shit over with. Who knew what everybody else was doing anyway? "We just gonna sit here, then?" Whatever. Shannon was the leader, right? She wasn't thinking straight, that's all. It was the scent of blood in the air: it was acrid. Standing here for a moment would clear her head, that's all.

Bodies littered the area, buildings and houses burned to ashes. Bullet after bullet, knife after knife - they either landed on something or missed and dug into the ground, creating craters until the earth was the surface of the moon. The clear shot of every time she loaded her weapons sounded throughout the desolate clearing, the world gaunt and falling deathly still. Her hand reached into her pockets, searching for any more weapons she had left. There wasn't anything. With a small groan, she patted herself down, reaching into her boots and wherever else. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Damn, there were still a few houses left that were standing. Teal eyes scanned the general vicinity, the carnage, the corpses, the reeking scent of death. A 'tch' bubbled up her throat before she tore her gaze away, her skin slightly paling as she thought about the damage she went through. All of this to prove loyalty. The only good thing she saw from it all was that the families died together instead of completely alone.

Calculating the distance from the roof to the ground, Riley bounded off, her goggles now settling on top of her head as the smoke settled. Nothing could've survived this. They would have died of smoke inhalation if she didn't wind up sending a bullet through their weak bodies. Gods, what would her parents think if they saw her like this now? Heartless monster? Cruel? Disgusting? With her hands behind her back, she ambled over to the original space at the edge of the forest where they had stopped to plan a bit. Already, Jessie and ghost-girl were there. "Fun seems like the appropriate word to describe this."

Play it. Prove your loyalty. The idea of killing someone was okay. This was for her own survival. They were weak anyway. In an attempt to distract herself, the band of her gloves snapped as she readjusted them. "I suppose we're done here. Unless the others are finishing off whatever people were missed." The corners of her mouth twitched into a smirk. Right. She didn't have to finish it herself.

One less death on her counter.