New Orleans, Louisiana
They had managed not to starve themselves of one of the bodies most important functions: sleep. While minimal, the survivors had intentions to 'keep watch' over one another during the night hours, despite being the only remaining human beings on the planet. At exactly six o' clock a.m. the next morning, a powerful, resounding thunder rocked the Superdome, shaking the survivors awake. The initial strike was merely the sound of the cross above the Superdome fading away, exploding out of existence. What followed was a soft, soothing series of chimes as the barrier that protected the survivors and their temporary home gently fell over the Superdome, like golden sand. The early morning was dangerously quiet, with no immediate signs of a threat. With no roosters around, no crows to squawk, or dogs to bark, the silence befell the city like a disease, and would eat away at the sanity of any normal person. The survivors stood to their feet, looking at each other in turn with a sign of caution over their faces.
"Well?" Des asked first.
"That must have been the barrier," Mia said solemnly.
"What now?" asked Leroy
With phones in hand, each survivor opened their phones, and Yuel sprouted out in a single large hologram in the center of the group. "With the barrier down, you are in danger. Majin now have access to this place, and with your Fayth still being untapped, the threat levels of the Majin are greatly increased. But for now, it doesn't seem like they know that you are here."
How curious. Despite having tracked the survivors to the Superdome initially, there was no sign of the Majin. No unexpected growl, nor out of place footprint or slash mark.
"But, if you recall, you still have a lot of work to do. You must find clues that will lead you in the direction of the Majin, and find out how and why they have come to your planet."
"Waitwaitwait a minute. You want us to go into the Majin?" Christina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes and no. While you shouldn't rush head first into their nests, you have to get to the root of the problem. You cannot stay here forever, survivors."
The survivors looked to each other again, then back down to Yuel. "Then what did you have in mind, fairy lady?" Jared asked now.
"Well, I don't think this place is safe any longer," Yuel said suddenly. "You are correct in that there are no Majin nearby. Not now. But the sound of the barrier falling is sure to draw attention. Even if they cannot pinpoint it, they are sure to discover--"
"Now, hang on. If the Majin have forgotten we're here, why should we leave now? Wouldn't it be better to hole up here as long as possible, and move later?" said a careful Riku.
"He's got a good point. No need in getting ourselves killed if the Majin aren't even going to attack us," Amaris said, siding with Riku.
"Well, this is true, but--"
"I dunno. I'm not liking this whole 'explore the desolate and destroyed world filled with monsters that wanna kill you' plan," Des said, in agreement with Riku and Amaris.
"Whoa, whoa. You wanna stay here? We've got little food, and a small amount of water. We might last another twelve hours, if that. There's no way. I say we get our shit and go," Jared said firmly.
"I'm with him on this one. We stay here, we're only putting ourselves in a trap. We'll get surrounded and killed. At least outside, we can run." Christina had made her thoughts known. And Leroy, who had been directly across from her raised a hand.
"I'm gonna go ahead and say we abandon ship. Being from the barbie, I love explorin'. Different situation, but I'm not bad at findin' a couple utensils."
"Utensils?" the other six said in unison.
"Utensils," Leroy affirmed.
The only one yet to voice their opinion was Mia. The voice was tied at three to three, with Mia being the remaining voice of concern. But of course, Mia was in reserve. She was keeping to herself, unsure of a right or wrong answer. Even if there wasn't one, she had immense pressure being placed on her head, and the entire group of survivors--including Yuel--were looking to her for an answer.
"You're the last one."
"We need to hear from you."
"Don't be shy about it."
"Speak up, love."
"STOP!! Stop! Just--just let me think, okay!?" she said finally. Mia put herself in the corner of the press box alone, scratching at her head. On one hand, staying in the Superdome would likely prove to be safer overall. They had a handful of supplies, and the Majin weren't around. But they wouldn't last long. But if they left, they had a chance to stock up on goods, and perhaps secure a new place to sleep. But in the end, "does it really matter? We're going to die anyway," she mumbled to herself. Minutes passed. An hour passed. Eventually, the clocks on the survivors phones read 8 o'clock a.m., as Mia still was unable to reach a decision.
The survivors, in that time, had managed to eat up half of their twelve cans of chili, being the only food they had. Mia finally stood up, having struggled with her decision to no avail. She looked around at the now empty cans of chili, and began to wonder if they were going to make it at all. She let out an exasperated sigh, frustrated with the entire situation. But before Mia could finally speak, there was a quiet buzz outside of the Superdome, just noticeable to the silence in the press box. Mia looked around, down to the football field, then to the survivors. "Does anyone hear that?"
The survivors stood back up, and they all poked their heads outside of the broken glass of the press box. What sounded like the buzzing of hundreds of bees drew nearer to the survivors at an alarming rate. That's when they got their first close up glance at a Majin. Two enormous mosquito like creatures came buzzing out of the bottom of the stadium, entering the football field. The survivors observed the creatures closely, their mouths agape. Some of them disgusted, some of them afraid, and some of them unimpressed, the survivors ducked down inside of the press box.
"That thing is huge," Christina said softly.
"Bet he'd make for a good sammich," Leroy joked, having just eaten.
"But, now what? We can't fight the damn things!" Christina argued.
"Yes, you can!" Yuel chimed in. "But you have to believe that you can. That's what Fayth is all about. When things look grim, you can't give in. You have to dig in, and dig deep, and hold on. And with that persistence, with that strength--"
"Yuel, this is no time for anime quotes!" squeaked Riku.
"But you can! You can fight the Majin and win! You weren't chosen because you couldn't win. You were chosen because you were the only ones who can!"
Braced against the wall below the broken press box window, the survivors gave each other a look, daring someone else to go first. The large mosquito like creatures buzzed curiously around the Superdome, but were unable to fit their massive bodies into the smaller, closed in sections of the arena. With just the two of them, the survivors were sure they could handle these few Majin, or at least out run them. And Christina, being the wild card that she is, made the first move.
Without waiting for the other survivors to make a move, she leaped to her feet, and began screaming at the Majin. "Hey! HEY! Come and get me!"
" 'Come and get me!?' Are you trying to die!?" asked Des sarcastically.
But it was at that time that the giant mosquito Majin noticed Christina, and instead began to flee. They dove back from whence they came, and exited the Superdome.
"Well, what'd ya know? I scared 'em off," Christina said proudly. "And don't come ba--back?"
What happened next was not an illusion, nor was it a fluke. The mosquito Majin returned, and in great numbers. Instead of fleeing, they had gone to retrieve their allies, and tell them of the location of the survivors. Ten, twenty, forty, fifty of the giant mosquito like creature filled the stadium, in rapid succession. Christina ducked down into the press box again, taking cover. "We may have a problem," she said just as the other survivors peered over the broken window.
"Yeah. Many, many, big problems," Leroy said with a forced chuckle.
"We need to get out of here," Christina said, her voice shaking slightly as she balled her fist.
"How!? They're surrounding our only transportation!" Des said fiercely.
"They're surrounding the entire stadium! How the hell should I know!?" Christina retorted.
"Hey!" Jared barked. "Now is not the time for in-fighting."
Jared stood up first now, and made his way to the door of the conference room. He put a hand on the door knob, and looked back to the others. "We're supposed to save the world, right?" His voice was stern, and the look on his face was one of absolute seriousness. "And all we have to do. . .is believe right? Trust in our--fayth was it? But if Yuel is right, then we should get going." Christina stood up next, sighing, but walking over to Jared's side. She remained silent, as she observed the remaining five survivors with worry in her eyes. Could they really do this? They didn't have a plan, they had yet to see their Fayths in action, and they were outnumbered. "Now I say, we get out there and we kill these assholes," he said gesturing towards the large Majin in the stands and field of the Superdome. "Before they kill us."
Reluctantly, the survivors stood up, trying to prepare themselves for a life or death situation. Yuel smiled, remaining visibly present. "The only way you're going to unlock your Fayth, is to call to it. You must speak its name. You must say it with purpose, and with clarity. And when you do, all of its strength will become yours to wield."
"But, how do we know our Fayth's name?" asked Riku.
"It will appear before you, in plain sight. But do not be alarmed, as the runic words will be easy to decipher, and you will be greatly rewarded by your Fayth." Yuel smiled, her confidence brimming.
At last, the survivors gathered at the door to the press box, huddled around the door knob. "I'm gonna open this thing, and we're gonna make a run for it. We need to make for the police cart and get the hell outta here. Christina, you have the keys?" Jared asked, quickly glancing at the red head.
She jingled them in her hand, nodding. "Let's go," she added.
"Stay close, and help each other. And if your Fayth appears, answer it," Jared said looking around the room.
"Cheesy as it is, you have to be serious. Say it like you mean it," Christina said.
"But where are we even going?" Mia questioned.
"We'll wing it," Jared confirmed.
Jared ripped open the press box door, and bolted to his east, with the other survivors close behind him. And upon turning the corner, they were able to see the open field of the stadium, littered with the flying Majin. There, in the center of the football field, lie their only transportation, surrounded by enemies. As they stared down at it, several of the large mosquito creatures raised their tiny heads, and peered directly into the eyes of the survivors.
CROSS THE STADIUM