✨𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤✨

✨Runaways || Carson x Reader✨

My first AU :3

~Third POV~

The hooded figure gathers anything of value they can find in the room, shoving it into the pack, their heart practically beating out of their chest.

"Guys we have to HURRY!" A boy with a deep voice shouts from the floor below them, and they hear the footsteps around them move quicker. They run down the stairs and see the deep-voiced boy standing with another, who appeared to be their leader, in the front of the decrepit home, and manage to slip out unnoticed. They run for a mile, unfazed from having done it for so long. In a world like theirs, one with soldiers around every turn and rebels in every corner, it's survival of the fittest. And being able to run at a constant speed for at least a mile has kept this thief alive.

"Greyhound! You're back!" Fox greets the hooded figure at the door, and they nod, a small smile revealed when the hood is lowered.

"What did you manage to get?" Stag questions, his motions smooth and calculated. Greyhound approaches their small group of allies with their pack and unloads it.

"It's not much, but it's something. The house I chose to raid was already occupied by a group of boys. It was a miracle I managed to get out of there without being seen," they say, their tone even and soft. Every group member had their animal nickname based off of their characteristics. Fox is sly and cunning, and very quick. Stag is very motherly, and he takes care of everyone, very protective and intelligent. Greyhound, the leader of the group, is gentle, athletic, intelligent, and quiet. Despite their soft nature, they are a great leader, and everyone agreed without a doubt that they would hold everyone together. Jaguar, Raccoon, Jackal, and Meerkat all pitch in to help, while Hawk, Crow and Eagle keep an eye on their surroundings. The group of ten had all managed to build a very strong bond, and no one would be found disloyal before they were found dead. They made a pact, and if someone broke it, like Hyena did, they would be cast out. Greyhound made sure of making Hyena the prime example.

"We have incoming!" Hawk announces, and everyone in the old barn went to the adjacent hurricane shelter where they stored their food. Everyone except Greyhound. "Grey, come on!" Hawk insisted, but Grey shooed them away.

"I'll be okay. If you hear the signal word, come up to help. I have a gut feeling that these people aren't harmful. And you know how my gut feelings are," they reply, and Hawk nods, disappearing into the bunker and pulling the hay over the top. Greyhound disappeared into the shadows, waiting for the group of about seven to enter the farm.

"This place is kind of cool," a familiar deep voice comes within earshot, and Grey's eyes narrow.

"I agree. This could be a great base," a higher pitched, younger-sounding voice agrees.

"Guys. 'This could be a great base.' You know how many other groups probably thought that same thing? There has to be people here. I just don't think they're harmful. I have a gut feeling, and you know how my gut feelings are," who Grey presumed to be the leader speaks, and their eyes widen.

"That's my line," they say, and the group of boys jump. Grey slinks out of the shadows, their hood over their face, and through their hood examined each of the boys. "I told my group that same line when my scout spotted you coming. Who is your leader?" They ask, and a boy with blonde hair and glasses steps forward.

"I am. And I trust my gut. If you're harmful, let us know now. We aren't and we have no idea where the rest of your group is. It'd be foolish of us to take you on anyway, especially since you haven't shown signs of aggression," he speaks with a level head and a firm tone. A true leader, Greyhound smirks beneath their hood. They tap the top of the bunker hatch with their foot four times, and the rest of their group emerges. When all ten of them are lined up in a formation they use without ever really deciding it, the group of boys become more tense.