He simply does what’s right…

As Desmond stood before the group with guns trained on him, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, as he cracked his neck, while stepping forward Then, he simply spoke in a booming voice, “So you all want my stuff…? Well, you’ll have to tear it from my cold dead hands…” As he said this, he raised a hand, and snapped his fingers, as he heard the back door of the Oshkosh slide open, as the frame lurched upwards, as what could only be Big Red leapt out of it, before it shut once more, as Big Red began slinking through the darkness.

All the while, Desmond looked the leading man in the eyes, as he set the now folded shirt to the ground, as he cracked his knuckles, before taking a single step forward.

The man opposite of him let out a slight chuckle, as he responded, “Well then, we just might have to do that.”

But, surprising even his leader, a random person in the midst of the opposing group lost control, as a rifle shot rang out, blasting against Desmond’s chest, ricocheting back at another figure amongst them, as he dropped to the ground, blood splattering against it, as well, as he laid utterly inert.

As Desmond watched on as this occurred, he let out a hearty chuckle, as the opposing people suddenly became aware of his strange nature. As he laughed aloud, with an utter lack of remorse, he shouted out, “Hey! You should know something first…” He stopped for a moment, as he looked around for a brief moment, “You lose.”

And with that, Big Red leapt from the shadows, catching the man’s head in his mighty jaws, as he ripped it clean off his neck, landing before the group, as he began chewing through the man’s skull with no resistance at all.

Desmond then stepped towards the group, as he walked past Big Red, aggressively reaching out with both hands, catching two people’s skulls within his grasp, as he simply reduced them to mush, before dropping them to the ground, for Big Red to eat later. He then spoke passively, “Well… Do ya’ll still wanna fight me? If you want to, just turn around, and walk away, with your lives retained.”

This brought a great moment of pause to the entire group, as they looked between the monstrous tiger, and apparently the tiger’s owner, a, somehow, much more frightening figure. They turned around, and simply ran away.

Then, as Desmond watched them run, he whistled out, as Big Red leapt twenty feet, directly onto one of the running figures, as he ripped the man’s throat from his form.

This made the running figures run even faster, departing quite quickly from the area post-haste, hoping deeply to keep their lives.

Then, Desmond began walking back to the Oshkosh, as he whistled for the return of Big Red, as Desmond entered the vehicle, as Esrin opened the door for Big Red to leap in.

Then, Desmond started the vehicle, as he started leaving Albuquerque, heading West from the desolate city, as he started driving listlessly, once again.

Eight hours later, Desmond rubbed his eyes, as he laid his eyes on a somewhat familiar military base, as he pulled into the facility parking.

And, as he stepped out of the car, he woke up the others, as he looked around, finding a relatively empty area. Then, Desmond whistled out, waiting a minute for any other sounds, and was content with the emptiness of their surroundings, as he grabbed Evelynn from her seat, placing her upon his back, before covering the Oshkosh in a ghillie tarp, as he walked up to the door of the facility, followed by Big Red, and Esrin.

As they approached the door, Desmond twisted the knob, but found it locked, as he simply punched the door down, before leading the group into the building, but then, Desmond stopped and asked Evelynn if she heard anyone other than them.

Atop Desmond’s back, Evelynn responded, with a light whisper in his ear, “I don’t hear anyone else… I can hear your heartbeat, though.” As she kissed Desmond’s neck right after.

Desmond then resolved himself to peacefully walk through the building, though he was ever prepared for trouble.