<b><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Mari + Liza</span></span></span></b><br/><br/>Underground, there was very little light. What moonlight did cascade down over them came through the sewer grates. The bit of water that trickled along the bottom of the tunnels was clear and shallow. Humans had not used these tunnels for anything over the past few decades...and yet, Mari could tell that these had more use in the past year than one would expect.<br/><br/>There were footsteps dug into the dirt that Mari was currently following. They weren’t tracks from the same day...mud had covered a few of them, but they were recent. And they were heading out of the city.<br/><br/>Mari turned her head toward the red head next to her and frowned. “They’re leading out of the city...it’s hard to tell what tracks they are...but they could be human.” Liza stepped forward, her heels digging into the ground as she moved to look down at the footsteps. Her nose crinkled and she shook her head.<br/><br/>“Look at us, wallowing around in...god knows what.” She made a disgusted noise and sighed. “There’s so much decay here….” Her gaze shifted around the tunnels but they continued on.<br/><br/>“You know, for someone whose whole life is death, you certainly don’t act like I thought you would…” Liza snorted and grinned. Her head shook and her laugh echoed across the concrete.<br/><br/>“Death is inevitable. It doesn’t mean I like to bathe in it.”<br/><br/>Ripples in the water made them pause.  An echo off of the cracked concrete walls caught their attention. There was a brief look between the two of them as they focused in on the sound. Voices.<br/><br/>“Looks like it’s time.” Mari said and the two of them quickly followed the echo through the tunnels. The two turned a corner and walked into the group side by side. They stood tall and looked at the group before them.<br/><br/>Mari’s face was stoic. She looked around them and noted what she saw: two humans and two demons. Her eyebrow rose as her gaze swept the group but she said nothing. Her eyes were stormy and unreadable. One of the humans was bleeding quite profusely and her gaze focused in on him.<br/><br/>The first thing Liza noticed when they stepped into the group was pain. Pain and exhaustion and confusion. Her gaze immediately focused on the two women. Both were short. They would have actually been right around her height - give or take a few inches - had it not been for the heeled boots she never took off.<br/><br/>One was a demon. A meek, mild-mannered demon. Hiding as a human. Love it. The other was...oh. Very interesting. It was not every day that Liza saw someone this special. Her eyes scanned the woman eagerly. Dirty clothes, ripped and revealing. Hair...red as blood. Liza was transfixed.<br/><br/>A bright smile, cheeky and playful spread across her face as she stood there. She stood tall and leaned against one him as her hand rested over it. “Wow…” Her voice echoed across the group as she glanced at Mari. Her look lingered there only a moment before it moved back to the other red head.<br/><br/>“You guys look like shit.” An Airy laugh escaped her as she raised her hand to brush her hair back when a strip of leather - a whip? - wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes fell to it in surprise, a slow smirk growing over her lips before it tugged her arm forward. She always did like the color of blood.<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Audrey</span></span></span><br/><br/>Audrey was not thrilled that she was being held by an angel and thrust into the sky. It all happened so fast but the air whipping through her hair was not a feeling she particularly enjoyed. She had no choice but to cling to the angel so that he could not drop her, should he decide it would be easier than dealing with her. Despite that, she also found Sam’s hand. They were both being put through this same experience but having the other human’s hand in her own brought a strange comfort.<br/><br/>They flew low through the trees and there was a time or two where the branches cut at her arms and cheeks. She didn’t want to see the ground beneath them and focused on Sam instead. The short moments where their feet were on the ground were spent inspecting what remained of the tunnels. All of them were caved in - as they were supposed to be. It should mean that people had a chance to escape but the three of them knew better than that. Nobody escaped. They could only hope that their friends who weren’t at the camp made it out. She worried for Daniel.<br/><br/>There were no survivors that they could see, and Audrey was getting tired of not having her feet on the ground. In fact, she hated it and it needed to stop. A few miles away from the massacre, their feet finally hit the ground and Audrey pushed herself away from the angel.<br/><br/>“Fuck! That’s enough of that!” She huffed and pushed her hair back. “I hate that…” She hated flying now. Hated it. Hated. It. “We are not doing that again! We can’t risk the demons seeing us, either. We need to just...sit down. Compose ourselves...and make a plan.” She looked around, found a fallen log and sat down. She’d had it. She couldn’t be the leader anymore. Fuck that shit.<br/><br/>“The rest...if there are any...they’ll be moving toward the rendezvous point outside the city...It’s a good two, maybe three, weeks walk but we can’t risk flying. They’ll see you...and I want to keep my feet on the ground.” She was exhausted and when she looked at Sam, she decided that there was one last decision she was going to make.<br/><br/>“We should rest here for now...and start on the trek there tomorrow...keep our heads low.”