Off the Grid Season 4

Pixel was in a very dark corrider, as she was on the run. She was clearly running from something, or someone. She quickly dove behind a building, and panted heavily doing her best to catch her breath. Out of nowhere appeared an undead Vampra who had a different hairstyle, and looked more sinister than ever. Pixel was ready, as she pulled out her sword, and swung it at her with incredible speed. Vampra managed to catch the blade, and grab it out of Pixel's hand's, throwing the weapon aside. Vampra curled her clawed hand into a fist, and punch Pixel, as hard, as she could.

Pixel gasped, waking up from another nightmare she had. She quickly looked around, seeing her sword nearby of where she slept. Pixel buried her head into her hand's, and let out a mentally drained sigh, along with a few small sob's. Being Vampra's prisoner had really affected her pschye. Pixel felt scarred, she didn't really feel normal at all. Even though she was free of Vampra, a small bit of sanity was taken away from her.....along with the love of her life....Stryker.

Thankfully, Clint was kind enough to have found her a pair of clothes for her to wear.....grant it her shirt showed off some sideboob, and her cleavage was visible....but that, and a long pair of pant's were better than the prison bikini's they forced her to wear for the slaughter that never came.

Her thought's were interrupted, by a loud bang, and clunking, as she spotted Clint doing his best to fix the motorcycle that he had driven them here on. Clint had not changed his attire since he left, and seemed more focused on fixing the bike.

"Come on....come on.....come on....give me something here" Clint growled, trying to get the motorcycle started. Finally, the engine roared to life, as he smiled. "Yeah....HAHA....ya hear that Pixel, she sound's like a dream" He told her, until he got blasted in the face by a pocket of steam that knocked him off the bike. "GAAAHHH"

He groaned, as he landed on the ground hard. "I'm gonna assume that it.....didn't work?" Pixel asked, pointing to the bike. Clint immediety got up, trying to give her a hopeful response.

"No...no....no....it work's, it's just being a little finnicky is all" Clint answered, as Pixel took a look at the bike, before turning to Clint.

"Are you sure?" She asked, trying to see if he was telling her the truth.

"Pixel....she's a high quality machine....she's got peculiar tastes, and at the moment we don't have the part's we need...but I've made temporary repair's.....it'll last us long enough for us to get to the nearest outpost" Clint explained to her.

"Are we going to rest there....it's getting dark" She told him, pointing to the sun going down, after she had taken her nap from earlier. Clint looked at the setting sun of the wasteland's, and sighed.

"I'd like to....if anything it's going to be a pitstop....we'll get what we need, and keep riding" Clint told her, as Pixel looked at him with curiostiy.

"What's the rush Clint?' She asked in her soft tone.

"We're in Reaver territory....and we don't want to deal with Reaver's right now" Clint replied. Pixel had a small glint of fear in her eye's, but was also curious.

"Who are the Reaver's?" She asked.

"A bunch of ruthless speed demon's...led by their insane leader, Crazy Jack...he lead's the Reaver's in these suicidal raid's all across the territory" Clint explained to her. As their conversation was taking place, a bunch of Reaver's were already watching them from afar. The Reaver's, and their leader...Crazy Jack were a bunch of skeleton ponies, or broken Nightmare entities that mostly wore a bunch of killer clown mask's on their faces.

"Who are those ponies down there?" One of the insane Reaver's cooed, as Crazy Jack growled in a dark voice.

"I know that pony.....it's Clint" Jack snarled, as he turned to his crew with the loud cracking of his bone body being heard among his crew.

"I WANT HIS BIKE.....SOUND THE HORN BOYS!!!!!!!" Jack shouted, as all the Reaver's laughed, while Pixel, and Clint were continuing their conversation.

"You know when you're in trouble when you here their call" Clint told her.

"What's that sound like?" Pixel asked. The moment she asked that, a low drummed horn was heard all around them, as Clint immedietly snapped to his insticnt's.

"THAT would be the call....WE Gotta go......NOW!!!!!" Clint warned her, as he immedietly jumped on the bike, and tried to get it started, while Pixel sheathed her sword. The laughter of Reaver's, and the sound of their ATV's. and dune buggy's were heard, as they drove toward's where Clint, and Pixel were. Clint got the engine running, while Pixel jumped on, as they drove off at full speed, leaving behind the backpack that Pixel was sleeping on earlier.

The Reaver's passed it with their psychotic laughter erupting in the air....while a Bad Blood Predator stopped upon the backpack he had found, trying to pick up Clint's trail.