sixer was noob’s best friend. was, because no one really remained friends with killers in this forsaken land, now did they?

nevertheless, the latter had always seemed to protect noob rather than attack them. at times, sixer would place herself between one of 1x4’s impending attacks aimed at noob in order to protect her old dear friend. she was also often spotted around the cabin as well, more often than not accompanied by noob; sleeping together on the front steps of the porch, going on small walks together with noob sometimes riding on sixer’s back, or just generally spending time the best they could now that things had changed so drastically. sixer never spoke; couldn’t speak, yet noob seemed to understand every little gesture she made with her body & tail. the rest of the survivors often looked on at the duo’s antics in sheer confusion & incredulity, yet they never really messed around with her, since she was already taller than all of them while she was on all fours & no one wanted to mess with a creature that had three-inch claws for fingers.

that was, until lance came along.

lance was chance’s brother, one of the survivors. he was a bounty hunter, & an excellent one at that. lance had a nature to shoot exotic animals he spotted in the wild, & he used his game-hunting skills to help himself survive in this wasteland.

this also meant that he was prone to gun down any unique creature he saw in the area, & in recent days, had had his sights trained on sixer.

noob soon grew nervous around lance because of this. they didn’t trust him to not hurt their best friend, & as a result began hanging out around sixer more. sixer could sense something was wrong, often pressing her snout inquiringly against noob’s shoulder as a method to ask what was wrong, yet noob never confided in sixer what they were worried about. they didn’t want to scare her, after all. the last thing noob wanted was for sixer to suddenly become enraged at their teammates & go on a homicidal rampage.

lance quickly noticed that noob wasn’t telling sixer about what he was planning, & he also noticed just how much time noob had begun to spend with sixer out of worry for their best friend. lance grinned to himself whilst polishing his gun, a pristine magnum rifle that he had never left to rust or disrepair. noob eyed the firearm cautiously every time they passed by him, yet never said anything to lance. they spoke to chance about lance a few times, yet chance had never actually done anything to prevent his brother from jotting down sixer next on his target list.

the next night was cold. the air was oddly quiet, the usual clamour of survivors fighting back against killers being absent. it was rather eerie, so noob decided to sneak out of the cabin that night to pay another nightly visit to sixer. the latter was loitering around the side of the cabin, near a cluster of trees, chewing on the dismembered arm of a corpse belonging to a survivor belonging to another group she’d killed a few nights before.

lance was there. he was knelt behind an old, fallen log, rifle balanced precariously upon the lichen-infested bark. he had his eye trained to the scope, the fur of his ushanka faintly ruffling in the wind.

he had the muzzle of the gun trained to sixer’s cranium, & he pulled the trigger the moment he got a clear view of the beast’s head.