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"Wake up you pansies!" Seretonin Dreams yelled as she slapped her hand on the metal wall next to her. The loud metallic sound resonated around the whole empty warehouse building.

Many groans were heard as the rest of the group woke and shuffled around. Seretonin Dreams had been on early morning patrol and had seen a squad of suspicious people poking around in the hills. Dawn was just approaching and Seretonin Dreams, having a lot of say in the group's decisions decided they had best move on before that group showed up noses poking and sniffing around. She didn't want any more battles until the group got over the loss of Shanty. He had been a good man, a fine leader, a real moral booster, and to be frank, Seretonin Dreams was not sure she could make it without him.

"Get your butts moving; lets go!" She hollered as she strode into the near empty warehouse. Her boot clicks sounded hollow and echoed eerily. Her soft black leather jacket hung open to reveal her deep green camisole shirt that showed off the scar running across her upper chest, just below her prominent collar bone. Her tight black cotton pants were adorned with chains and knives and a many assortment of shiny metal objects. She also wore two laser gun holsters, one on each hip. Her bug eye sunglasses currently hung at her side allowing her bright brilliant, all seeing green eyes to be visible. She had short brown hair that covered her forehead in a sweep of side swept bangs, almost covering her eyes but only just below her eye brows.

Loud thuds sounded from her left and so Seretonin Dreams turned to face the boy running to her. He was her younger brother, Angels Fall. He was four years younger than Seretonin Dreams, who was currently 18 years old. She loved her brother but often found the little blonde haired hazel eyed prat to be annoying. Being 14 he was in an obvious awkward state and was constantly asking Seretonin Dreams awkward questions, ones she admittedly had no idea about, she often asked him to ask one of the guys, considering there were three more of them in the group.

Angels Fall reached his sister and immediately grabbed her arm, his pack thrown over his shoulder rather sloppily. He gazed up at her smiling and she in turn scowled down at him. "Angels, go off and help Devil pack his things. He is still having trouble with his arm." Angels' face fell slightly but he smiled again before nodding and running off again. He was still rather immature despite all he had been through, but since the death of Shanty, he had gotten worse.

Seretonin Dreams looked around to see the rest of the small group bustling, all but Widows Whistler. Her jaw clenched in a snapping manner as she strode over to the sleeping form. She stopped and looked down at him. Widows was only about 28 and had a temper about as bad as Seretonin did, so they didn't get along very well. She stopped next to his cot and stared down at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt so the large black widow tattoo he had covering his whole back was visible. She nudged his shoulder and when he groaned and swatted her hand away she reached back, fist formed and prepared to launch it until the large black hand enclosed around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder to see Falling Tears, the group medical man and teddy bear. She was about to complain until he held up a finger and she heard what he heard, and the sound sent chills down her spine and adrenaline through her veins.

“Alright Rebels! You have two minutes to exit the building arms above your heads before we bust in and kill you all.” A pause in the loud megaphone voice then it continued. “You are residing in private property as well as participating in illegal practices. Leave with us now and the consequences will be minimal. If you should choose to run, or fight us, the consequence will be death. You have two minutes starting now.” The voice cut off but by then Seretonin Dreams had the whole group making their way towards the back of the warehouse in the hopes that they were not totally surrounded. Widows Whistler had managed to get up, but was lagging bad. Seretonin glanced over her shoulder, her black shawl up and wrapped around her head and her glasses on over her eyes. She could see Widows lagging farther and farther behind, but she had to make sure her brother and Devils got out OK. Devils being wounded and her brother being young and easy to corrupt.

Falling Tears made it out the door first to find the back free of anyone aside from their van. He threw open the door and helped Angels Fall get everything loaded in as Devils Cannon climbed into the passenger seat. Shortly after that Seretonin exited the door and turned to see Widows get tackled. She winced and gasped then jumped into the cabin and leaned out the door gun at the ready as Falling started up the old deep green beat up van. It rumbled to life and pulled out as the first laser shot flew from the door and hit the door just inches from Seretonin's hand. She growled and spat before opening fire on the figures that streamed out. She hit one in the shin and scowled as he went down with a cry. Then ducked as a laser flew past her head. Her next few shots missed any marks but the last one before they were out of range hit one man in the forehead with elicited a triumphant cry from her and Devils who had been watching.

“They got Widows!” Were the next words to leave Seretonin's light pink rosy lips. “We need to go back! Turn around Falling!” She said as she held on with one hand and looked back at the forms massing around outside pointing at them and tending to the wounded man. They grew smaller and smaller as Falling drove on, not answering Seretonin. She turned and snapped at him, her face flushed.

“Turn back now! We can save him! We have to!” She shouted her tone so harsh that it shocked Angels Fall into sinking and slumping away from her. Falling Tears shook his slow and somber before stopping the van and turning to look at her.

“There are to many. Once we get far enough away we will all rest and then find out where they have taken him.” He said in the calm way that only he could produce. For a moment Seretonin stared at him, her eyes filled with and anger and hate, not directed at Falling but the men and herself as well as Widows. “Sere, you know I'm right, now sit down and get some sleep or eat something.” After a moment Seretonin nodded and sat back in the seat and leaned back closing her eyes not allowing herself to think of the mistakes that had been made as Devils changed the station to that of Dr. Death Defying.

“Patrols seem to have skyrocketed. So look alive and stay alive. I want all my Motorbabies and Rock'n'Rollers to get somewhere safe. Stay safe, and try nothing stupid for the time being, things are running low and the white suits are running high. So for now, keep running and keep our way of life alive. This is Dr. Death with the morning Traffic, tune back later for more White suit movements.” It was nice hearing the familiar drone of the doctor, though none of them had ever met him, they all felt as if he were a part of their group. A big help too. There was some silence before music from the days before the control of the white suits. It was from a punk/alternative band that they had come to know as My Chemical Romance. They played good music and Seretonin often preferred them to human contact, as well as the other bands the doctor would play.