[WP] Shortly after the apocalypse, people started dividing themselves into factions based on the post apocalyptic franchise they thought would become reality.

I gripped the water pistol in my hands tightly as I hid behind a wall. It wasn't the best weapon to have for this, but I'd at least taken the time to mix some orange juice in.

We the Woomy Clan are among the most peaceful of our time. While others had devolved into madness, we had rescued what was left of the commercial district of the city and kept it running, even down to running indie music on the radio and printing custom T-shirts for our members. Our ultimate goal was being worked on by our best and brightest: timed release cryostasis. We were currently testing the system with the mice that ran in from the other districts. A work in progress, but what isn't.

"Why don't you come out and get what's coming to you, kiddie trash." Hissed the voiced of a twelve year old boy.

Great, this must be one of the FPS clans. Those were always some of the most dangerous, at least in theory. Some of the smarter ones managed to find stashes of military weapons.

"Well gee, I don't know. Why don't you come over and get me?" I taunted, hoping to throw him off.

"Wait? You're a girl?!" He said, astonished. "Heh, why don't you come over and make out with me?"

"Aren't you a little young for me, Romeo?" I asked, smirking.

I could hear him swearing under his breath. Kids these days. Play nothing but trash, learn nothing but trash.

I could hear the sound of the gun clinking as he struggled to lift it up. Judging by the sound of his footsteps he was attempting to strafe as he rounded the corner, but he was failing. Badly. He turned himself to face me and aimed his gun about at my feet, visibly covered in little bandages.

"Any last words, kid?" He sneered.

"Only two." I said, picking myself up slowly. "STAY FRESH!"

I instantly whipped out my water gun and squirted him in the face. He attempted to fire on reflex and failed, unloading a couple of rounds harmlessly into the ground. Hurriedly I yanked the gun out of his hands and kicked him to the ground, bolting off as fast as my legs could carry me.

"H-hey! That's not fair! Give it back!" He shouted.

This was a lethal weapon. No way I was giving it to a kid, especially not at a time like this and especially not someone who had just tried to shoot me. There was only one response I could give truly fitting of the scenario.

"Splatatatatatatatatatata!" I hollered back, the biggest grin on my face.

A weapon like this was going to be an incredible find for the guys back at Booyah Base. We'd only keep this one for emergencies, but it had more important applications. Our appointed Sheldon needed something to base our 3D printed Splattershots off of. If he used the design from this, we could fake out the other factions for days.

I grinned even wider, costume fangs showing. Soon we might not even have to worry about the grenades and stray gunshots firing into our section of the city anymore.

As I walked into the graffiti lined depths of the more fortified center of our encampment, I greeted the blue capped guard with the standard signal. I could see his eyes bulge as he saw what I had brought back.

"Ngyes!" He said, impressed.

We're the Woomy Clan. And soon, we're gonna be OK.

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