They'd need to somehow deal with Violet without the use of their firearms... The group were tough and experienced. But they weren't yet ready to take on an entire army, especially when unprepared and completely surrounded.

Regardless of the rather perilous situation, they'd found themselves in, the group starts sneaking over to where Violet currently is. The night is still relatively young, but that didn't mean they had time to piss around on trivial things. They still needed to get Violets head and escape into the sewers after all. ​​

Eventually, the group had made it to a building that overlooked the Trailer Fort that silently sat in the distance. Already they could see a few of the dogs choosing the sleep outside... Each were heavily diseased, covered with rashes and other skin conditions that Afton could notice due to his Medicine Skill. You definitely wouldn't want to get bitten by one of those things.

This was a problem though, how were they going to get inside when the whole place was surrounded by dogs? Not to mention the fact the only entrance inside the fort had the highest concentration of dogs...

Violet was presumably sleeping inside somewhere, but Karl and Boone were struggling to come up with a plan on how to deal with her without changing the mission into a suicide run. Afton himself had a few idea's, but he doubted they would agree to it.

The duo continued creating and rejecting plans until Afton decided to just give his own, it was clear neither were going to come to a consensus on how to deal with the situation anytime soon. "Hm. How about I just sneak over and cut her throat? You guys have already seen how good I am at it." he states, causing the two to look at him.

Karl scoffs at him, "Are you crazy son? One wrong move and you'd be devoured, not to mention those dogs could probably smell you... When's that last time you had a shower!"

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"That's a low blow, but I could ask the same of you... Regardless, I think this is the only way we have of dealing with this without bringing down the whole facility of drugged up crazies on us. I've heard your other plans, and all of them are just as, or more risky than my own."

Karl shakes his head, "What do you mean? Wearing a skinned dogs hide and walking through them would probably work! They'd think we were one of them Violet might not even be able to notice!"

Afton just gives the man a dull look, "You think Violet and her dogs wouldn't notice a 6 foot-tall man walking around their territory while wearing one of their brother's skins...?"

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"Hm, not that you put it that way, probably not." he mutters after realising just how rediculous it sounded. Karl wasn't usually this bad at planning, but the situation didn't allow for very many options. No guns, no traps, not potential strategies, mind games or tactics would allow them to breach the Trailer Fort. He was out of his element, and everyone could tell. Afton wasn't even going to mention the fact that the plan was a complete rip-off of the Walking Dead...

"I think he can do it." Boone says quietly from the side.

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Karl seems like he wants to reject it, but can't find a valid reason to. It was true Afton had displayed a rather unnatural affinity to sneaking lately, but he wondered just how far it would extend? He sighs, "Fine, but any sign of trouble and I'll be shooting my way into their faster than you could say 'incontinence'"

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"Why incontinence?" Afton asks, finding it strange he'd use such a metaphor.

Karl scratches his stubble sheepishly, "Ah... That's my safe word..."

Afton steps back with a grimace and looks over to Boone who's looking away uncomfortably. Shaking his head he takes the Anti-Material rifle from his back and passes it to them, "Hold onto it... If I find a single scratch on it incontinence will be the last of your problems." he says, causing Boone to chuckle at Karl's frown.

"Alright, I'm off. Watch my back, also, don't intervene unless you hear gunfire... I won't go down without a fight, and I'm pretty handy with a knife." he states before leaving the ruined building.

The area between the Trailer Fort and Afton's current position is basically empty, no buildings, roads, or other infrastructure stood in the barren, rocky terrain. For anyone else t his would make it almost impossible to sneak towards it, but as Afton had the [Blur] Perk, he was well suited to it. His form almost supernaturally melded itself into the darkness as he silently made his way over.

Afton's boots weren't made to be quiet, but for some reason they made almost no noise, even when stepping on things. While not paying attention he'd accidentally stood on a large twig, causing it to snap... But even then it was quieter than one would expect.

Soon enough he was getting closer to the various dogs sleeping around the fort... He could hear their short breathes, and had cold sweat dripping down his back. They looked much more intimidating up close, especially with how many there were... Violet must have over a hundred of these things, and that's not even counting the dogs the other Fiends were using that'd likely come from here.

He stayed a good distance away from the dogs, and looks around for an entrance into the Fort, not finding any even on the other side of it. The only place you were supposed to get in was through the front entrance apparently, of course, that was infested with more dogs than he could count.

Shaking his head, he decides to make use of his new acrobatic prowess that he hadn't been able to before. Sneaking over to an empty part of the Trailer Fort's makeshift wall, he gets a foothold on a jagged piece of metal and throws his weight upwards, dextrously swinging from another before pulling himself up, all the while avoiding the various bits of barb wire and sharp metal Violet had been using to prevent people from just climbing over the wall.

The whole manoeuvre hadn't taken long, and Afton silently steps onto the top of the trailer that'd been part of the wall. It was fortunate something had been suppressing the sound he makes, otherwise him getting over the wall just now might've alerted someone.