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>Be me
>27, white, non-binary, they/them
>Hunter for the Long Beach Settlement
>Every morning, before dawn, my fellow allies and I go out looking for them, looking for any survivors.
>It's been months now, we've been keeping what we could find on ice, but they're never truly the same when we need them most. They're always so soft and weak, it just isn't right to put them to use, but we have to.
>A van was attacked late last night, at least, thats what the Birds say. We can't be certain if it's true, but the way things are, we have no choice.
>4am, we emerge from under disused rollercoasters and out of once busy fast food stalls, racing the newborn sunlight, leaping from coffee shop to LGBT library rooftops, we've trained for this.
>Spotters spread out, scanning the intersections, searching for any signs
>Scouts check back alleys, skulking in the shadows, between trash cans once filled, now emptied, licked clean.
>One of the Spotters sees it, praise to the Goddess, the rumours were true.
>Our clan's birdcall, the screeches and caws of Buckbeak from Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, echoes through the streets, informing the rest of us where, how many, and if we're the first to arrive or not.
>the group gathers around an overtuned Toyota Prius, our informant wasn't 100% then, surrounded by members of another clan.
>the pink G painted on their backs, Glendale, they must be all out if they're straying so far.
>For a moment, we look at them, unaware of our presence, once upon a time I would have called them allies, but not in this world, not after what Drumpf did. We glance at our group leader, Lashaquanda, she became Lead Smuggler because she was the only one of us to be a black, disabled, lesibian ,genderfluid vegan and with a position like that, who's going to argue? Not me, that's for sure, I'm progressive, I know my place.
>He gives us two signals, one to show his gender changed, the next to give us the order, attack, save, defend.
>27, white, non-binary, they/them
>Hunter for the Long Beach Settlement
>Every morning, before dawn, my fellow allies and I go out looking for them, looking for any survivors.
>It's been months now, we've been keeping what we could find on ice, but they're never truly the same when we need them most. They're always so soft and weak, it just isn't right to put them to use, but we have to.
>A van was attacked late last night, at least, thats what the Birds say. We can't be certain if it's true, but the way things are, we have no choice.
>4am, we emerge from under disused rollercoasters and out of once busy fast food stalls, racing the newborn sunlight, leaping from coffee shop to LGBT library rooftops, we've trained for this.
>Spotters spread out, scanning the intersections, searching for any signs
>Scouts check back alleys, skulking in the shadows, between trash cans once filled, now emptied, licked clean.
>One of the Spotters sees it, praise to the Goddess, the rumours were true.
>Our clan's birdcall, the screeches and caws of Buckbeak from Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, echoes through the streets, informing the rest of us where, how many, and if we're the first to arrive or not.
>the group gathers around an overtuned Toyota Prius, our informant wasn't 100% then, surrounded by members of another clan.
>the pink G painted on their backs, Glendale, they must be all out if they're straying so far.
>For a moment, we look at them, unaware of our presence, once upon a time I would have called them allies, but not in this world, not after what Drumpf did. We glance at our group leader, Lashaquanda, she became Lead Smuggler because she was the only one of us to be a black, disabled, lesibian ,genderfluid vegan and with a position like that, who's going to argue? Not me, that's for sure, I'm progressive, I know my place.
>He gives us two signals, one to show his gender changed, the next to give us the order, attack, save, defend.
