"Perhaps it was that gas, or the gangsters that forced their hand on us that drove me back onto this path."
Avery grabbed the rifle next to him, why did he have to use this... perhaps it was the message Alkis left for him, to raise arms.
His nomadic ways had came out again but this time it allowed his thoughts to be calmed and for him to find the beauty again, to be reformed.
He was at the center of this storm and he thought himself worthy to brave it.
He put in his headphones and began his work once again but this time it was for a much brighter cause, one with a future and possibly even an ideal. Alkis had saw something in him that he was unable to see, a man of commitment. He was prepared for tests but life itself had been testing Avery, with every waking beat it seemed to want to make him break.
He was out on a boat ride when he received a call from Marie, a good friend. Her breaths were quick, voice completely shaken, begging for help. She was close to him, so close that he could feel the contained lust within that cultist's mind. He was deranged, crazy in some areas, he took back the boat and landed at the farthest northern port and thats when she got in the boat and behind her stood the figure he had seen before, 15. That was his name or atleast what his given name was, his real one was Mason. He raised his gun and fired at him, the bullets had nearly no effect as he laughed falling to his knees crying out for Marie,
"You can be my 7! You will be mine... YOU CAN'T RUN!"
Shots rang from his gun as he pulled the handles on the boat and drove down south back towards the school. This came with a price as the boat could not make it all the way down to the school, so he parked it as close as he could and the two rested on a small island. Avery saw what he had done to her, she was shaken, worried and battered. It took a small time to talk before she stopped crying, it was a reminder to him that this is what he fought for. Then they saw him on the rocky cliff above, 15 stood looming like a dragon. Avery swallowed his fear and together they escaped unharmed from him, but there would be a time where they would meet again and again.
Avery and multiple others had seen what P.O.V had done before but this time it was much closer to home, threatened by a bite from 15 that had infected one of his friends, he and many others stormed a long forgotten P.O.V lab. This lab contained several hundred test subjects all infected with the Frenzied Flu, all with signs of starvation and neglect. Women, children, none were spared from their tests, it boiled his blood and soon they stood to find the answers and extracted them, although 15 awaited them as they attempted to leave. And soon the hordes barreled down on them and Avery's arm was broken in the process. There was hatred building in his veins towards this... freak. However that emotion was foreign to Avery, who had known only hope.
This along with multiple interactions from hostile outside influences, Avery packed what he had and the others followed him back to the Novaya Petrovka school, this time seeking peace and comfort before it would all come back to them.