WHO: Much, Will, the Sheriff WHEN: Midnight, hours after Tuck's death WHERE: Vague Park WHAT: Justice!! WARNINGS: Rash decisions, violence, guns and knifes and death!
The park locked its gates at sunset, but it took more than city gates to keep Much and Will out of somewhere they were so blindly determined to be. Hoodies up, they scoped out the best place to slip over the fence and down onto the dry grass on the other side.
Marian had told them to wait, like she'd know what it was they were planning. Leila had told him not to be rash, like she knew, too. But not that long ago, Tuck had talked Much out of hunting down the Sheriff, and then Tuck had ended up throatless in an alley.
Marian's bunker plan would take too long. What if the Sheriff learned she was back, and came for her, tomorrow?
It was easy to convince himself he was doing it for her. Real easy. For every single one of them. Saving them from the same fate the Sheriff had forced on him. On Tuck. Saving whoever was next.
They arrived at the park early, giving them time to pick the best spot, time for their eyes to fully adjust to what the city classed as night. "Where do you think?" Much said to Will, his voice very low, barely a whisper to be heard over the wind.