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Ian kept his grip on his gen steady as they moved, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure they were not being followed. “Mavrik,’ Ian spat on the ground like the name made his sick ‘ Was once my partner… taught me somethings about the outside world...we worked smuggling's together and where part of a crew that would escort people between the cities… all under the radar course….Few times he stiffed me on my payments… didn’t think much of it as first as he always paid up eventually… then I catch wind of his planning to SELL my brother to raiders because he owed them a debt.” Ian was gripping his rifle tighter now before he took a breath to relax himself.

“We parted way…. With little blood shed….. He stays in his sector and I stay in mine….Now he’s a big boss man for a big group of thugs… you know how Sector 2 is a shit hole? The reason is he forced the civilians to pay him protection ‘money’" Air quotes where used for the work Money, a old bunch of coins and paper bills that were pretty useless now. “Tristan dun’t know about the bastards plot that involved him… just thinks we had a big fall out….” Ian muttered, not mentioning how he and Mavrik had been closer then partners….and for the ginger man to find out that his ‘lover’ at the time would sell Ian’s only family, knowing what family meant to Ian...yeah there where still times Ian wished he’d shoot the bastard in the head.

Soon the ground became more covered in a soft dark green natural carpet of moss and Ian held up his hand to stop them again. He fished his mask out and strap it on, as they rounded the corner, spores would be seen lightly floating in the air, they seemed to grow the deeper Aren and Ian moved into the city. Soon they came to a staircase that lead underground, some fungi where growing along the walls.

“This is the place. Don't know why the military hasn’t burnt the place out yet cos they know about it… but then again they wouldn't be able to control the city if they got rid of a source. There’s more potent stuff in the forests… along the highways deeper in to the country. Used to live in a part that was wide and flat….Don’t remember the name…” Ian said as he rolled his shoulders and held his rifle steady.

The pair passed downed bodies of runners and one Growth, a shiv still sticking out of the things neck from Ian having to stab at it when it got to close. Already out of the Growth’s body more fungal fruit was being born, thankfully it hadn't burst of flowers yet so it was a ways off from making more spores.

“If we go any deeper we’ll need to turn on the torches… flashlights….”Ian said… he sometimes forgot that he still used terminology that his mum had used from her homeland. “There’s another stretch of tunnels down here that are like the ones we used to get out of the city… they stretch on for a while… a couple days at least…” Ian said with a shrug.

Ian looked comfortable in this environment, even with his guarded stance as he checked around corners and listened well to see if any more runners had migrated down here. Thankfully none had, so it was just the two humans and the fungai.

“Setting up a lab out here would be risky because if anything looks newly set up looters will come crawling out to take take take.” Ian said with a thoughtful look. “It would have to be tricky or risky to reach each time to help sway looters away….” Ian spoke softly, the mask making his voice sound raspy as it filters the spores, the air was thick with them now that the pair were in a ‘hot zone’.

The ginger male stood guard while Aren did his science stuff. Ian knew his basics about this stuff. Enough to survive, he was more physically focused in his training, to be able to outrun a Runner, something that was vital if you want out of bullets, or molotov cocktail…. Those Ian tried to save for if he was dealing with two or more Growths...