Brooklyn sits with her back against the sliding door. She's breathing heavily.
You: You alright?
Brooklyn: Yeah, your just heavy.
You: Are you calling me fat?
Brooklyn: Living the way you do... No. But should you be worrying about that or your girlfriend.
You: They don't know where they are.
Brooklyn: They totally know.
You: They're fine.
The sound of gunfire pierces the night.
You: Fuck.
Brooklyn: Told ya.
She gets to her feet and walks into the room.
Brooklyn: Here you go.
She throws a knife to you.
Brooklyn: May have already used it, but it still works, obviously... It's a knife, wipe the blood off.
You see her picking up a rifle from the ground.
You: Why not give me a gun?!
Brooklyn: I only have one, and I taught you how to throw a knife, soooo...
You: Whatever.
You run past her. The sound of her footfalls trailing behind you.
Brooklyn: You're rude today.
You: I just got jumped in my sleep.
Brooklyn: Touché.
You: You know how many are up there?
Brooklyn: A lot.
You: How many?
Brooklyn: I don't Y/N, a lot.
You: We killed a lot already.
Brooklyn: Well, there's obviously more.
You enter the stair well.
You: Well, this is information that would be nice to know, Brooklyn!
Brooklyn: We're going to wing it, just like we always have.
You: Last time WE winged it, I lost an arm.
Brooklyn: Don't fucking bring that up.
You: Just trying to ruin your chipper mood so you're more likely to kill people.
Brooklyn: People or you.
You: You wouldn't dare.
You grab the door handle to the sixth floor.
You: You go first.
Brooklyn: You're the male.
You: And you have the gun. I will happily go first if you-
Brooklyn: Fuck you.
Brooklyn raises her rifle and stands beside the door. You open it and she moves in, but she doesn't shoot.
Brooklyn: Come on.
She whispers. You come in and slowly close the door to prevent it from slamming. If she's whispering then she wants to sneak up on them.
You look down the hall and see more bodies than you left. Clementine must've killed them.
You: Atta girl.
Brooklyn: Shut up.
You hear talking from the room near yours. There's two doors open; your room's, and the neighboring's.
Brooklyn: You take the lead.
You: Again, you have the gun.
You're keeping your voice down.
Brooklyn: Which is a lot louder than a knife.
You: If we sneak up on them you can just shoot them all.
Brooklyn: Not if your girlfriend is alive. I might hit her.
You: Aim.
Brooklyn: You're making me question whether or not I should have let you fall.
You: But you didn't.
Brooklyn: Who's fucking chipper now Y/N. We don't even know if she's alive and your being and absolute moron. You should be worried.
You: They'll want me too. Easiest way to get me is to use her as leverage.
Brooklyn: Alright shut up. I'll take the lead.
She gets against the wall by the door and inches around the corner, raising the gun as she rounds it.
Brooklyn: Drop the guns!
You: WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING QUIET?! THIS ISN'T A ROBBERY!
You quickly come up behind her with your knife ready.
Brooklyn: HA! Payback bitch! You look like a fucking idiot!
Brooklyn is practically dying. There's no one involved with Cayde in the room. Clementine, AJ, Louis, Violet, Javier, and Kate stand scattered around the room. They all have their own guns.
You: No fun for us?
Brooklyn: I'm having a ball.
She's finishing up her laughing fit. You look back toward the others to see Clementine coming at you. It scares you, so instinctively raise your knife. Brooklyn swings her arm over and knocks it out of your hand before Clementine wraps herself around you.
Clem: I thought I killed you.
So she shot the guy.
You: A six story fall wouldn't have killed me.
Clem: Yes it would have.
You: Probably, but my amazing reflexes saved my life.
Brooklyn: I saved your life.
Clem: Thank you.
You look over at Brooklyn, she looks shocked. That's the first nice thing Clementine has ever said to her.
You: I think she's starting to like you.
Javier: Sorry to interrupt, but we're just going to let her hang around with us.
You: Yes.
You answer with no hesitation.
Brooklyn: I recall saving you from dying in your sleep, but it's cool, I can go.
You: You're staying.
Clem: I agree.
She hasn't let go of you yet.
Javier: Alright, then let's talk plans.
Brooklyn: Wing it.
Clem: That's where you got it.
You: Uh huh.
Javier: Excuse me? That's stupid.
Brooklyn: Works all the time for me.
Kate: Not any planning?
Brooklyn: Just beat the shit out of people with guns and you'll be fine.
Javier: We can fight, but not like you two.
Brooklyn: Then this will be a wonderful learning experience.
You: Brooklyn, stop being a dick.
Brooklyn: They did it first.
You: I don't care.
Clem: So you have to parent her like I have to parent you?
You: N-no? You don't-
Violet: I think a plan is a good idea.
Javier: Let's take a vote.
You: No time, it's six to two, make a plan.
Brooklyn: What?!
You: They're all going to vote against you.
Clementine let's go of you after her long embrace. You miss the warm feeling already.
Clem: We need vehicles, guns, and to kill the leaders.
Brooklyn: DIBS!
Violet: Ruby.
Clem: And Ruby.
Javier: Me and Kate can go get vehicles.
Clem: Alright.
Violet: I want to go get Ruby.
Aj: Me too.
Clem: That leaves four of us.
Louis: I can't really fight.
Clem: Go get Ruby.
Louis: Got it.
You: I think it's best if you go get vehicles, Clem.
Clem: Are you trying to say something?
You: No, but it would be nice to have three cars and three people to move guns. Resistance there will be a little much. We can clear it on our way by.
Clem: You don't think I can handle a fight?
You: Well, I do, but-
Clem: I'm joking.
Brooklyn: What a time for that.
Clem: Is she always like this.
You: Yes.
Brooklyn: Nice to meet you.
Javier: Let's get to it then.