Who: Molly and Derek What: Keeping the leviathan off the lawn When: Friday night Where: The Prison Warnings: Leviathan killing.
Molly walked slowly walked her side of the prison's perimeter while Derek did the same on the other side. Every bit of her felt wound, not tight enough to break but just enough to propel her into action if the time came. Everything hinged on tonight. If something went wrong, if Dick escaped of the virus didn't work if, if, if, if any one part of the plan didn't work then the chances were slim to none that they would survive past tomorrow and even slimmer that they would get another chance to attack.
All of those thoughts weighed on Molly's mind as she walked the line. She thought about the people she loved. Not only the ones out at the hospital but the ones still inside the prison. But instead of fear those thoughts only served to make Molly more determined. No more. No more being afraid. No more feeling under attack. No more being helpless. Dick Roman was dead. He might not know it yet but Molly did. He was going to die and all of his friends with him. The prison might not be safe once he was gone but they would be rid of him and that counted for a lot.
Molly reached the midpoint in her path when she saw someone break through the line. At first she thought it might be one of the teams but it wasn't a someone - it was moving too fast and it was too big and ... "HOLY FUCK! DEREK!" Molly yelled at the top of her lungs. The mutated leviathan was running straight at the prison wall and Molly ran out to meet it, colliding with it before it could get any closer. The force of the collision sent them both sprawling back and in seconds they were both up on their feet again. Her hands closed into fists at her side and out of the corner of her eye she could see the halo of pink growing brighter. "Sorry, pal. Sign says No Solicitors."