"Lets try the whole tossing your dog thing." She reached down and steeled herself, before hefting Dutch up in her arms and holding him as high as she could for Luke to grab him. "We can try and play pass the dog until we get to that fork in the tree." She suggested, gesturing to a relatively solid portion of the oak, where multiple large limbs branched out, forming a small, stable platform where the branches merged.

He Leaned down to scoop up Dutch. Dutch wasn't a small dog either, about 55 pounds. He hefted his squirming dog up, gently holstering his pistol. Dutch licked his face a little. He muttered a soft command and he stopped, just staring out, slightly uncomfortable but mainly curious. He looked down at Mercy, then gently stood up, using his mostly useless arm to help balance him as he stood to walk up to another branch. Yes it hurt like hell but up was about the best option they had to facing it head on.

She leapt up and scaled the tree quickly, with little struggle. She followed closely below him, making sure he didnt over balance. She stayed that way until they eventually made it to the fork , jumping up into the space and grabbing Dutch from Luke, setting him down in the very center, reaching a hand down to help Luke up.

He swatted her hand away, weaseling his way up onto a nice branch, Dutch was a bit uncomfortable but he was just searching the area, carefully. Luke pulled out his pistol. Hugging the tree with his legs. He leaned over a bit, hugging his arm also, climbing a tree was easier when pain wasn't wearing you out. He winced, breathing a little heavy. He couldn't see much through the leaves, but soon movement below was visible. He pointed down, then put a finger to his lips so she'd hush.

Mercy looked at him in concern, pulling her hand back. She scowled at him, her concern evaporating as he shushed her like a child. He can be such a surly bitch sometimes. She pulled her bow off her shoulder and notched an arrow, just to be prepared. They were pretty well hidden, she was relatively confident they were safe.

..What happens?))

Misted basically infest their house, force them to leave and

(IDEA) They have to basically wander around being Nomads for a while, stumble across a small, incompetant bunker civilization that doesnt know how to really hunt, gather, survive

Then Mercy and Luke are like yall gon die lets save ye

Ey?))

Herhehrhe sure sure sure, sad cuz I like that house, maybe they end up coming back one day?))

Yeye, sounds good))

The Misteds started to surround his house, ramming at the door, scratching the walls. He stared, unhappy with this. My damn house. He looked up at Mercy, gesturing to ask how long she wanted to stay there in the tree.