He found the shards of glass, and thought of the skylight. Past the smoke, the light of the sun had been so bright on that day. This place was so dark.

He had extra shards today. He held them up for the boy with the glasses to see.

“Why glass?” the boy with the glasses asked.

The answer was the same as it was for the other things. It explained the shelves.

It was him. It was Jonathan’s, intrinsically.

⊙

His mover power let him treat any direction as down, with some nuance when it came to propelling himself forward. He used it to ‘fall’ up to the top of a Fallen home. His combat boots had enough gravel on them to crunch against the overlapping wooden slats.

Love Lost was with Nailbiter and Beast of Burden. That let Snag operate between Prancer and the Undersiders. It was an awkward place to be, because both groups had a way of dancing around things, identifying their own things to do, but those things weren’t in alignment and their way of doing things once they identified a task was different. Prancer tended to apply pressure, if he committed at all, and the Undersiders tended to surgically strike.

Prancer wasn’t far, and the pressure he was applying seemed to be focused on pushing the Fallen out of cover and into the areas where there wasn’t much cover. The area was the point where the settlement of buildings with each building next to the last was thinning out, and it became field and ditch, pond and forest, dotted with large farmhouses. The Fallen in the farmhouses had guns, and periodically opened fire, which made it hard for Prancer’s offensive. More Fallen kept showing up.

Snag wanted to go and help, but Cradle was already there, Love Lost was somewhere nearby, prowling for stragglers, and the Undersiders were dragging their heels, talking and checking those who had been killed or injured, periodically kicking in doors and checking inside.

Biter, Bitch, Foil, Parian, and Imp were all gathered together.

Snag looked down and watched. Two black stuffed animals, each twelve feet tall, were at the group’s back, as they walked down the street, checking doors. The dogs were at the forefront of the group, sniffing.

As they drew nearer, he growled, “Is this what we’re paying you for? The fighting is that way.”

“Blame her,” Imp said, indicating Bitch. Bitch pushed her.

“Protecting our asses,” Bitch said. “Some might be in the building, and if we don’t check it’s clear, they’ll attack us from behind, whichever group we go after.”

“Whichever group?” Snag asked. He stepped off of the roof and let his arms catch his weight before setting his feet down.