Malia rushed down the hall alongside Carson, her eyes darting from Runner to Runner. Everyone was up, closing the gate. Some where sprinting back and forth from the armory, some fetching others. She looked around, looking for Carson, but he had climbed up to the second floor. She jogged up behind him, leaning against the wall and peering out the window next to him.  Sure enough, a huge man —a warrior— lumbered up the mountain, right up to the hideout.<br/><br/>She squinted her eyes, but they widened yet again as she saw the mark that was painted across the mutant’s chest. The vanguard. Her hand automatically gripped her knife, adrenaline rushing through her veins. She went to open her mouth, but Carson was already speaking. She took a deep breath, moving to jog back down the stairs. “Come on, follow me.” She motioned for him. “But you’re not going alone, I’m going with you. No way I’m letting you do this alone.”<br/><br/>She pushed through the bodies of Runners, finding Marcus. “Marcus!” She waves to get his attention. He walked over. “Marcus, you need to get us out there.”<br/><br/>“We can’t open this gate, it’s stays shut. But the Runners leave through the door over there. Do not go alone, you hear me?” He pointed towards the stairway where, sure enough, there was a steel door. Marcus unlocked it.<br/><br/>Malia turned back to Carson, pulling him towards the door. “What’s the plan? What do we do? I’ve never seen those before.”