The man had carried her up two flights of steps, keeping a strong hold on her so she couldnâ€™t get away from him. Despite his size he was a lot stronger than Beyt had expected which made it difficult for her to come up with an escape plan. The staircase was grimy, filthy, and lacked lighting so she assumed this was an older building in this horribly neglected city. There were writings on the wall that she did not recognize that appeared to be messages or something of the like. She drew her attention to those instead of directing her anger towards the man carrying her, continuing to mutter to himself, for she knew she needed to save her energy. The pain in her leg was almost unbearable and the grip he had on her was starting to hurt her neck but she knew she could not do a thing about it. Nevertheless, she was calm in his arms, almost like she wanted to drift away and sleep.<br/><br/>Bey sensed something in this man, something different, that began to make her feel relaxed. It wasnâ€™t really a sense of familiarity, but something more that she could not place her paw on.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes for a moment, briefly falling into a light sleep, comfortable in his arms despite his harsh grasp. Her mind wandered to Gimmel and the others again, wondering if they would be able to find her. Surely they would. They were brave wolves, and wolves never backed down when they had to face a challenge. They would come for her, she had to rely on that thought, or else she would be doomed. The others seemed to like her a lot so they had no reason to not come for her right? Or maybe they really didnâ€™t careâ€¦ Maybe they wanted this to happen to her. Beyt shook away those thoughts, scolding herself for thinking that way. They all looked so worried when this man took her. She had nothing to fear, but given the situation negative thoughts just swam through her mind like they were caught in a whirlpool.<br/><br/>The man suddenly stopped and reached for a doorknob carefully, causing her to stir. He smacked her on the head to remind her of her place, Beyt growled at him. The door lead to a small room with a bed and what appeared to be a kitchen area of some kind. Hardly anything she would consider good living conditions and she silently admitted to herself that it was a depressing sight. When the man put her on the floor, he tied one end of the rope to a pipe in the room, keeping her restrained to ensure that she could not leave. Then he went off to the kitchen more than likely to cook something to eat. Beyt flattened her ears and turned to face the wall, growling softly, refusing to look at him or even acknowledge him.<br/><br/>However, when the man returned a good ten minutes later, the smell of food was rather tempting. â€œYou can eat it,â€ he said to her using that same gentle voice. â€œI-I didnâ€™t mean to be so rough with you before. Youâ€™re a special wolf. I can feel the amount of resentment you have towards me, and you are wondering if the others will find you. I donâ€™t want them to find you. I need you. This city is dying you seeâ€¦ it needs to be restored and you have the power. Youâ€™re a special wolf.â€<br/><br/>Beyt turned her head slightly, somewhat disturbed by the tone of his voice. How am I special, she wondered? Judging by this manâ€™s demeanor he was the one that was â€˜specialâ€™ not herâ€¦ But he seemed to answer that question for her, shocking her greatly:<br/><br/>â€œYou have a sixth sense. Youâ€™re special. Iâ€™m special because Iâ€™m one of the last Seersâ€¦â€<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Gimmel listened closely to what Fatal was saying, agreeing with her strategy. His strategy was similar to hers, utilizing the fallen trees to bypass the seemingly nonchalant humans. Some humans were more alert than others and those guns were formidable weapons that he would rather avoid contact with. He had seen the damage they do when that man shot Beyt, he did not want to suffer the same terrible fate of having to possibly lose a legâ€¦ or his lifeâ€¦ He refused to die until he found Beyt. And if they were going to get through they were going to have to haul ass. Now. So when Fatal gave the all clear, he darted for the tree as fast as he could without any hesitations what so ever.<br/><br/>He leaped over the wall, landing ever so carefully, and got low to the ground so he wouldnâ€™t be so obvious. There was something going on that had the humans speaking loudly so he had a bit of an advantage. Heading to the back was a good idea he thought to himself then got back to the task at hand. He was not out of the woods yet, not by a long shot, and he had to move quickly. The place was crawling with stuff that could set off any kind of alarm as well as bear traps and other methods for capturing animals. It would appear that they wanted to make sure that they were safeâ€¦ Honestly, Gimmel did not want to spill any blood but if he needed to he would.<br/><br/>Whenever a human got close to him, he would pause, continuing to keep low, until he or she passed. Unlike the other wolves Gimmel decided to spread himself out a bit just in case they needed to make a fast get away. He was only close enough to follow their silent commands as well as give his own when he felt the need. In this group it was team work, there was no leader, though he did count Fatal to be a strong leader figure. She was definitely an interesting one, distant at times, but in the end she cared deeply for her friendsâ€¦ maybe even her allies as well in this situation. At first he disliked her but now he has come to appreciate what she does though he would never openly tell her. Perhaps she has already figured that out.<br/><br/>In no time, they appeared to be safe, far away from humans.<br/><br/>But then there was a truck; a military truck from the looks of things. And that was when things became difficult. The people had even scarier looking guns, and one of them happened to spot the group of wolves running out of the camp. â€œWolf!â€ he shouted, running for them, gun aimed. Soon others followed and they had about ten men after them. They scrambled into their positions, some humans even scolding one another, they didnâ€™t even seem to care that the wolves wanted nothing to do with them.<br/><br/>Growling quietly, Gimmel scolded himself for being seen and ran faster, making sure the others were with him, continuing to communicate while bullets flew past him. The snow and dirt stung his face as it was kicked up into it, but he didnâ€™t care. He didnâ€™t care if a bullet hit him or he went blind from having dirt in his eye, he was getting out of this Checkpoint and finding Beyt.