Wyoming blinked as he registered the sound of bone snapping, instant guilt flooding him about it. Dakota's voice rang in his ear, urging him to continue attacking, but he couldn't do it, and he shifted weight indecisively.
"Why couldn't you just leave us alone!?" Wy yelled in frustration at the man now begging for mercy, anger and anxiety in Wyoming's eyes, yet sympathy and pity for the now one-winged man.
Dakota:
"Listen, haul the dead guy into your truck, which is a piece of shit by the way, and get the fuck out of here. Wyoming will help you." She gestured toward the body with the 9mm. "Go on, you heard me."
Appreciating the reprieve from violence by Dakota, yet getting the grisly task of body removal as atonement for his lack-of-action, he still felt that it was the moral choice. Wy nodded in agreement with Dakota, both relieved and ashamed, and dropped his crowbar near her feet to free both hands.
Assuming the man would comply, Wy neared the body of another man, blood pooled all over the man's front upper body, his throat having been slit. The teen felt and appeared disgusted as he prepared to pick the body up from under the arms.
"It didn't have to be like this." He muttered lowly, at a loss as to why people had to be so barbaric. Turning his head slightly to view the crumpled form of Atlanta on the ground, he prayed that the other boy wasn't seriously hurt.
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