Adenovirus 423 The Potomac River

Crim

Crim

The blobfish
Description: The Potomac River is the main river in No Man's Land that passes by the South, East and West and provides them all with fresh water.
 
Along the banks of the Potomac River in South West Washington a crate had been dropped along the river bank, not near the territories that were held by the factions. It was 2x2x2 meters in size and from the obvious drop, the right side had cracked open a little, though no contents were revealed. It was a wooden box and from where it had come from was still unknown. For many generations now, the crates had been dropping at random locations, filled with anything from weapons and food, to medical supplies and technology.

This crate was built for the winter. There were two thick blankets inside, for whoever found the crate first. There were several boxes of matches so that a fire could easily be made. A few bags of nuts and seeds sat inside. There were bandages, needles and threads inside, along with some iodine to make sure things could be sterilized and a bottle of disinfectant. There were also some socks and gloves inside.

Inside this crate there were no weapons or ammo, this time.
 
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Harry stared at the crate at the edge of the river. The unopened crate that could possibly be full of all kinds of goods that no one had yet touched. He frowned and glanced around. He couldn't see anyone yet. No one was hiding or nearby. Not that he could see. He needed that crate. Needed it.

He moved from behind the tree, watching and drawing out a blade. Not that it would help if the other person had a gun. But he didn't have any ammo for his simple handgun. He needed to find ammo in this crate.

Two, three, four steps and there was still not shooting. No screaming. No other people. Perfect. No one had noticed the crate here. Harry grinned, feeling safer now and started to let his guard down as he moved faster towards the crate. Inside the goods would be his. Just his. No sharing with anyone.

He was grinning like a madman just at the thought.
 
A crude axe landed right in front of Harry's foot, digging deep into the ground and tripping him. Over a small hill, someone spat, "Shit!" and was soon running over to the crate as well.

The person in question was gangly and thin, brown-haired with a face hidden by an abundance of freckles. Equipment jangled beneath a baggy poncho, one of which was a rusty knife they retrieved from beneath several layers of clothing, aimed for Harry's gut. "Fuck off!"
 
Harry yelled out in surprise when he tripped and fell. His brown hair got caught in his face a short he hit the ground. His hands softened the blow on the ground.

"What the hell?" He turned over and saw the other guy.

He pulled his knife out, growling. "Fuck off. I saw that crate first. It's mine." He picked himself up as quick as possible.
 
"First doesn't matter if you're fucked!" the scrappy rogue retorted. He stormed Harry but, before he got in range to use the knife, stopped short and pulled his arm back. Instead, he tossed the knife toward Harry, trying to wound him before he went too close.
 
Harry growled as he tried to move out of the way of the knife but it caught his arm and not only cut his shirt, sliced his arm a little. A thin line of blood showed.

"Fuck you. Leave now and I won't put your fucking head on a stick after I'm done with that crate."

He held his knife tight in his uninjured arm, before launching his own attack and trying to bury his own knife somewhere within the rogue.
 
Abel had been walking and had also seen the crate falling. His shopping cart was hidden somewhere safe and he watched as the other two fought for a few seconds before descending silently, keeping them in sight...
However, he was on the other side of the crate and soon couldn't even be seen by the others. He had a gun in hand just in case he needed it, and a bag to put stuff inside.
Abel got to the crate and slid his hand into the crack, picking up tiny things and putting them in his bag. Matches, seeds, medical shit. He just hoped the other two wouldn't notice.
 
The knife cut through the poncho kid's side, making a clean swipe. The kid didn't stop his advance regardless, and from his poncho, retrieved a small wrench that he swung for Harry's temple. "Fucking. Die!"
 
Harry didn't see that there was a person by the crate. He was too busy trying not to get himself killed right night. He saw the wrench and as it was swung at him he jumped back, trying to avoid it. It caught the side of his head and the boy cried out with a yell, falling back. He hit the ground hard, slightly dazed before he used his knife to try and stab into the boy's feet while he was on the ground, wildly stabbing. His free hand was trying to protect his head from further attack.
 
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