It had been a month since they'd lost Fili. It had been a few years since they'd been forced to leave the safety of walls and and what one could call a 'society'. There had been order and there was no fear of infected attacking them there, but the authorities weren't much better. It felt like a prison, not a place to live.
After his sister had died he'd taken over caring for her boys, then again they were both in their teens by then. Fili was older, Kili younger and along with Thorin they didn't have anyone else they could trust in this place. Trust was a damn hard thing to earn, but even quicker to lose. As was a roof over ones head. It's one day that a guard accuses Kili of stealing something, food provision cards, a lie of course, Kili knew better than to do something foolish that like, what with his brother and Thorin working hard to get them the 'legal' way.
Things get ugly when Fili tries to reason with the guard and he pulls his gun on him, telling him to back off. An argument breaks out and shots are fired. Thorin comes out to seeing this guard taking shots at his nephews and does the only thing he can. He shoots him in the damn head. Damn corrupt guards. But it does cause a problem, a big one, now they have to leave, escape before they're found and probably executed. Taking everything they can mange to, Thorin manages to sneak them all out and they plan on trying to find an old friend of Thorin's in Ipswich, but that means having to go through London. Or well that was the best bet.
Sadly, before they can even get to London more tragedy strikes. They stumble through old farms and cottages out in the country and get ambushed by clickers, Kili being the loudmouth he is at times, singing and whistling, attracted their attention. It had been such a good day for them too. He's not yet forgiven himself, blames it on himself for Fili being bitten, for making his uncle put a bullet in his brother's brain instead of being man enough to do it himself. He just couldn't do it.
So it's been a month and finally they're in London.
London sucks.
They've been there for a few days now, looking around, trying to restock as best they can on whatever they can find. Thorin doesn't think the National Gallery will have much in it for them to use, but it looks like the way through to where they need to head next. Also could be a possible place to stay for the night. When they head inside, Thorin is as always, on guard, listening for any infected, but it's Kili who spots the body, newly dead probably, possibly hunters or bandits got to him. Not a good sign, they really didn't need to be dealing with other people right now.
"... hey I think he's still alive!" Kili says, on closer inspection. Thorin had been doing a quick sweep of the area, peeking into any place someone could hide and ambush them. At his nephews words though he turns, looking back and heads over.
"What-" And once he's there, and really takes a look at this guy, it's then he realizes he's not even hurt. Not shot or stabbed. Roughed up sure, but everyone was in this world. He'll nudge him with the toe of his boot in his side. Hope you don't mind waking up to a gun being pointed at you, William.
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After his sister had died he'd taken over caring for her boys, then again they were both in their teens by then. Fili was older, Kili younger and along with Thorin they didn't have anyone else they could trust in this place. Trust was a damn hard thing to earn, but even quicker to lose. As was a roof over ones head. It's one day that a guard accuses Kili of stealing something, food provision cards, a lie of course, Kili knew better than to do something foolish that like, what with his brother and Thorin working hard to get them the 'legal' way.
Things get ugly when Fili tries to reason with the guard and he pulls his gun on him, telling him to back off. An argument breaks out and shots are fired. Thorin comes out to seeing this guard taking shots at his nephews and does the only thing he can. He shoots him in the damn head. Damn corrupt guards. But it does cause a problem, a big one, now they have to leave, escape before they're found and probably executed. Taking everything they can mange to, Thorin manages to sneak them all out and they plan on trying to find an old friend of Thorin's in Ipswich, but that means having to go through London. Or well that was the best bet.
Sadly, before they can even get to London more tragedy strikes. They stumble through old farms and cottages out in the country and get ambushed by clickers, Kili being the loudmouth he is at times, singing and whistling, attracted their attention. It had been such a good day for them too. He's not yet forgiven himself, blames it on himself for Fili being bitten, for making his uncle put a bullet in his brother's brain instead of being man enough to do it himself. He just couldn't do it.
So it's been a month and finally they're in London.
London sucks.
They've been there for a few days now, looking around, trying to restock as best they can on whatever they can find. Thorin doesn't think the National Gallery will have much in it for them to use, but it looks like the way through to where they need to head next. Also could be a possible place to stay for the night. When they head inside, Thorin is as always, on guard, listening for any infected, but it's Kili who spots the body, newly dead probably, possibly hunters or bandits got to him. Not a good sign, they really didn't need to be dealing with other people right now.
"... hey I think he's still alive!" Kili says, on closer inspection. Thorin had been doing a quick sweep of the area, peeking into any place someone could hide and ambush them. At his nephews words though he turns, looking back and heads over.
"What-" And once he's there, and really takes a look at this guy, it's then he realizes he's not even hurt. Not shot or stabbed. Roughed up sure, but everyone was in this world. He'll nudge him with the toe of his boot in his side. Hope you don't mind waking up to a gun being pointed at you, William.