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Tim ran for cover, as he had recognized the mans face....it was Gordon, his ally. His thoughts were blurred, and he could barely talk.
"Im sorry, i thought you were a raider!" Tims voice came out as a robotic sentence. It was mingled, as a bullet had struck the complex wiring in the voicebox of the sound machine. He couldn't talk, as his sound was broke. He struggled to pull the mask free, but he couldn't, the complexity of the wiring was too deep. He spotted a knife in the distance, and rushed for it. He grabbed it, and dove behind a rusted out car. He cut and cut at the wires, but to no avail. Tim stood up, and put his hands in the air.
"It's me, Tim!" The box sounded, but it came out as "Me Ti-
"I am friendly, i thought you were a raider!" The voicebox sounded out: "Though you were a raider!"
Tim pulled his shirt off, revealing the complex, robotic body. He pointed at it, and looked down. It was a steel colored metal.

Lets just say that i never wandered off, and i was never captured by raiders, and i never attacked Gordon, and Gordon and Aria were still talking.

Tim sighed ans sat down on a nearby rock. He was tired, and was thinking of falling asleep. He got into a resting position, and his eyes started to drift. In moments, he was quickly asleep.

Collin woke with a start. How long have I been sleeping? It didn't matter. He looked over to see Aria next to him. He gently shook her shoulder and whispered, "Wake up".
Collin looked around in the bright sunlight. It looked almost noon. It's time to leave he thought. He glanced behind to check on the scavengers, but they weren't there. "God dammit..."

Tim gently woke up to the blinding light of the sun.
"What time is it?" Tim gently mumbled, falling asleep again. He was dead, and he needed rest. Nothing could wake him up, as he was dead-tired.

Tim woke from his everlasting slumber. He stumbled over to Gordons motionless body, sound asleep. He walked over to Gordon's body, and gently shook him, hoping to wake him up.

"Guys...", Collin mumbled, "Hey! Th- the Caravan, they've left without us!"

Aiden rolled onto his side and hit his face on a rock. Immediately, he grunted and turned back over, grasping his face with one hand. He leaned up and yelled again, feeling a sharp pain in his left torso. He grabbed at it with his other hand and cursed some forgotten god. With one hand covering his left eye, he surveyed the opening. His eyes landed on the group from earlier, and he reached down for his pistol. Groping blindly at the holster, Aiden realized it had been taken, along with his rifle.

"Sons of *******," Aiden muttered, using the hand that had been covering his face to pull himself atop a rock. He sat there and watched the scavengers as they woke up, running various scenarios through his head. All that was forgotten in an instant, however, when he noticed he was lacking cigarettes.

Gordon looked at Collin. "Who cares that they left without us? We got the medical supplies we needed, they shortchanged themselves." Gordon couldn't help but laugh when he noticed Aiden, struggling on the ground. "What a piece of pathetic s--t!"

Tim stood up, and realized that Aiden went to grab his pistol, but luckily it was gone. Tim walked over to Aiden, and jabbed him in the nose with all his might.
"Raider scum." Tim muttered, still half asleep. Tim walked over to Aria's motionless body and gently shook her.
"It's time to get up, Aria, the caravan left without us."

"Sorry, my hands only have like all the blood and grime from previous battles. Who knows what is on there!" Tim laughed, and went over to Aiden, and gave him a slight kick in the lung.
'Get up you pathetic piece of s--t! I Want answers, or it's off to the Yao Gaui's for you!" Tim motioned over to Gordon, needed to talk to him.

Aiden curled over and coughed up blood. He stared the man down.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you when I had the chance, you disrespectful kid," He laughed, spitting on the man's shoes. He looked up at the man, blood coating his teeth. "And don't call me a ******* raider, either."

Tim was in a rage. He pulled the bandage off his stomach, and cut off a clean part.
"Here, have this, i want to kick your a-- more." Tim handed the man the bandage, and spitted in his eye, and walked off.
"Scum...thats what happens when you spit on my parents grave."

Tim picked up Aidens guns in a single swoop. He lifted them up and walked over to Aiden.
"Hey, thought you might like these, figuring you tried to grab that pistol." Tim gently dropped the guns next to Aidens side.

Tim was still angered, he was always like that when he woke up. He laid down near Aiden, and quickly fell asleep, maybe that would improve his mood, as he was too angry with himself. He
Why did i do that? I should have just helped him. Im such an idiot.

Aiden wiped the spit from his face and shook his head. He picked up his weapons, sliding the pistol into its holster and the rifle's sling around his shoulder.

"I ain't taking **** from him," He growled, forcing himself to stand up. "Thanks for the offer, though." Aiden walked over to Tim and considered bludgeoning his head in with the stock of his rifle. His lips curled at the edges at the thought, but he decided against it. He'd already burnt enough bridges the past few weeks.