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Being the only person who didn't get killed, made him quite searched by the exiles. They kept looking for him with lasers and sound only, since Helena had taken their eyes so they wouldn't run.
Fyodor and Lucio had to battle quite a few and were learning how to defeat them. They couldn't get killed by regular bullets or by being dismembered or in general anything deadly to humans. Lucio explained how to make the gas bombs that could kill them, and he'd learned the formula from when he was alive being kept in Helenas jail.
As they were walking through the malls groundfloor looking for warm clothing, since some time had passed and winter was near, they got attacked from behind by a one legged, 6 foot exile and Fyodor quickly grabbed his leg from between his own, and stabbed him through with a staff keeping him stapled to the floor.
It wasn't long before the entire floor got overrun by exiles that the tall one called. As the floor got filled, Lucio created a magnetic bubble to keep them all in one place and a gas bomb exploded causing them to suffocate one by one. The gas was harmless to humans so Fyodor wasn't worried. They went and found clothes, and Fyodor asked Lucio;
''Do you remember when mom used to take us to the local market, and buy really lame girl jackets because they were cheaper, man I hated those''
Lucio said jokingly ''hahahah yeah we also hated mom too,'' they both stopped and stood silent for a moment and the burst out laughing
''I know right, like that one time she had us eat live worms because she was drunk and thought it was funny''
''yeah yeah or that one time her jackass boyfriend threw burning pieces of wood at our feet to make us jump like monkeys'' - another moment of silence and a burst of laughter, ''it kind of made us relieved when they died in a car accident'' - Said Fyodor in a very empty voice ''they didn't deserve to feel the sun's warmth...''
''HEY COME OVER HERE!! QUICK!!'' Yelled Lucio from 3 shops away and Fyodor hurried there excpecting to find a dead baby being eaten or something horrible from the sound of that scream
''LOOK HOW CHEAP THE COOL JACKETS WERE. WE COULD'VE AFFORDED IT WHILE BEING ALIVE''
He felt cursed that he was unable to slap a ghost.
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