With Josh...

"Shit that hurt..." Josh says as he sits up, rubbing a bump on his head the size of an egg from where it connected with a very big rock, and dislodges about a meter of snow that had piled up on top of him.

"Wait a sec... SNOW?! HOW THE HELL DID I END UP IN ANOTHER HEMISPHERE?! Oh right, a demon. Huh, Chavonne was right, I guess I owe her a coke." Josh says as he stands up and brushes the snow off of himself.

"Okay... Which way to go? Eenie meenie minie that way!" Josh says picking a random direction and setting off, hoping to find either civilization or an abandoned cabin where he can go full Jack Torrance in peace.

He, however, does not get very far...

"AHHHHHHH!!!!! GODDAMNIT, WHY DOES NATURE HATE ME?!" Josh screams as he flees from an angry mama grey wolf that he pissed off by getting near her cubs while attempting to swat away a murder of crows that was trying to use his hair as a nest.

The wolf doesn't respond and, in desperation not to have a giant bite taken out of his ass or his hair used as a bathroom, Josh dives into a nearby river. Josh laughs in victory as the wolf backs off and the crows fly off only to yelp and make haste for the other side. Josh eventually reaches it and climbs out, hacking up water, and a bit of lung, in the process.

"Fucking hell. I'm Russian, I should be immune to the cold!" Josh says shivering with the force of a hyperactive Chihuahua on fifteen cups of coffee.

"Halt! Who goes there?!" A familiar German voice shouts as its owner approaches the still shivering Josh.

"Name's Josh. Nice ta meet ya. Now could you please point me in the direction of the nearest fire? My balls are currently frozen and I'd like to keep them from getting frostbite." Josh says as his shaking slowly subsides.

It is only then that Josh notices the gun. He then promptly starts begging for his life. Heinrich ignores him and fires a shot through Josh's shoulder. Josh swears loudly as the bullet tears through muscle and bone. It, however, only takes a few moments until the wound is healed. Josh probes the area gently as Heinrich swears like a sailor at having to deal with, what he assumed was, a male version of Chavonne.

"I'm alive! Huh, Chavonne was right about Hell not being ready for me yet. I really have to stop betting with her. She always wins." Josh says before turning on Heinrich with a scowl worthy of Belarus, "You shot me, you asshole!"

Heinrich pales even further and, before Josh can utter another word, he shoots Josh in the brain he thinks with and then in the brain he thinks he thinks with. When Josh wakes up again, he is tied up with a gag in his mouth. Josh struggles for a bit, somehow managing to get on his feet, which luckily were unbound, before running in a direction he hoped was safe. He only gets ten feet before a slug wound up between his shoulder blades. Heinrich shakes his head before slinging Josh over his shoulders, groaning under the weight.

30 minutes later...

"Here you go. Now will you transfer me to another camp? Preferably one on the front lines? I've had enough to do with this family to last over ten lifetimes." Heinrich says handing over Josh to the commander.

"Of course." The commander says only to be interrupted by a series of loud crashes, screams and other sounds of pure torment, causing him, and Heinrich, to abandon Josh in order to investigate.

After a few moments of debate, Josh starts running towards the sounds only to gasp when he sees what's causing them. He sees Chavonne throwing a man over her shoulder into another person. Josh stares mesmerized that the normally pacifistic girl could be so violent. That's when he notices the pistol strapped to her side and the knife in her hand.

Her hand blurs into a streak of silver and two men who were charging at her go down with red slowly seeping into their uniforms. The other men around her take an instinctive step backwards and her other hand latches onto her gun. Three gunshots sound out followed by three thuds as blood colors the snow light pink.

"Now that I have your attention. LET ME THE FUCK GO BEFORE I UNALIVE ALL YOUR ASSES!" Chavonne yells her voice containing a growl as she brandishes her gun.

"Holy shit. Chavonne actually has a breaking point. I owe Reese so much money." Josh says visibly drooping as everyone else takes a few more steps away from the very angry female.

A soldier then manages to put a bullet through her skull. She slumps slightly before straightening, unconcerned with the small amount of blood dripping down her forehead from a now completely closed bullet wound. This only infuriates her further and she fires off two more shots, taking down another two soldiers.

"Try that shit again and you will regret it. GOT IT?!" Chavonne yells her eyes flashing dangerously as she manages to kick up one of the soldiers guns into her waiting hand.

Everyone takes another step back, praying that Chavonne would calm down. Chavonne then notices Josh in the crowd and starts walking towards him, the people around him fleeing, afraid that she was targeting them. Josh shakes as he studies how much she's changed. Her hair is slightly longer and her eyes are now a decidedly gold color but the major change is her wardrobe, which looks like she stole one of the uniforms and altered it to something that both fit and was fashionable.

"Uh... Hey Chavonne?" Josh manages to squeak out when he notices that she's still holding her knife.

Chavonne doesn't answer and her hand blurs again, causing Josh to shriek like a little girl. Josh's rope bindings fall to the floor. Josh blinks and huffs at being caught so off-guard. Chavonne then grabs his hand and starts leading him off the campgrounds, firing at anyone who was stupid enough to try and stop them. Josh stares on in shock, very much afraid since he's never seen Chavonne so much as annoyed, let alone murderous. After they manage to get away from the camp, Chavonne gradually relaxes until she, somewhat, resembles her former self.

"Okay... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! SINCE WHEN ARE YOU ELLEN RIPLEY WITH PMS AND CAN SHRUG OFF BULLETS LIKE A GODDAMN TERMINATOR?! AND WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT OUTFIT?!" Josh yells when he feels he's safe from being fired at.

"That was an escape. Are you really that much of an idiot to not be able to recognize one when you see it?" Chavonne says deflecting the other questions with her own.

"Oh don't you dare avoid my questions! Come on, cough it up!" Josh says catching onto Chavonne's bullshit very quickly.

"Fine. Three weeks of full on Nazi experiments will make anyone with our abilities able to shrug off bullets like mosquito bites. I got the outfit from one of the supply tents. Question me further and I'll remove the one appendage keeping you from joining team femme. Got it?" Chavonne asks the growl in her voice deepening as she marches through the snow with a purpose.

Josh gulps and tries to keep up with her, albeit with little success. Eventually, after Josh falling into a porcupine den and then being attacked by squirrels before falling into a frozen bog due to lack of light, Chavonne decides it's time to take a break and sets up a small camp with a fire that could be extinguished at a moment's notice. Josh gratefully collapses onto a dried log that Chavonne made into a seat as he surveys the damage the 24-kilometer walk did to his body.

"Jesus Christ, how the hell am I still alive?" Josh groans when he discovers that he was still in perfect health despite his exhaustion.

"Oh, we can't die. Believe me, Dr. Happy-Mc-Stab-Stab definitely tried." Chavonne says as she hacks down another branch, revealing a pattern of crisscrossing scars all along her arms.

"Fuck!" Josh groans not noticing that Chavonne was tensing and staring at a spot in the canopy with intensity.

"Shut it." Chavonne says aiming her gun at a spot just above Josh's head.

"AH DON'T SHOOT!" Josh yells as he ducks, trying to make sure that what little brains he had didn't paint the snow a nice salmon color.

Chavonne fires into the leaves and a loud thud sounds out after her bullet hits its mark. Chavonne shoulders the gun and goes to investigate while Josh huddles by the fire, rocking back and forth as his mind tries to recover from all that he's gone through in the past twelve hours. After five minutes, Chavonne returns with Reese, slightly limping, next to her.

"Holy shit Reese! You look like hell." Josh says surprised to see the normally composed and fashionable Reese dressed in what looks like army hand-me-downs and pelts.

"No shit Sherlock." Reese says as she sits down next to him, showing off a knife and a gun strapped to her leg.

"Okay, what have you two been drinking to make you such badasses? And where can I get some?" Josh asks despising the fact that he was now the most feminine person in the group.

"Eh, a mixture of different forms of alcohol, boiled snow and Fanta. Reese?" Chavonne says as she starts cleaning her gun.

"Pretty much whatever I could get my hands on." Reese says with a shrug as she works on getting a rather large knot out of her hair.

"Well that was helpful." Josh says sarcastically while trying to ignore the feeling of dread that was slowly crawling down his spine.

A heavy silence falls over the trio, only being broken by the light clinking from Chavonne's gun. Josh squirms in his seat as he tries not to break the uneasy silence and wind up with a bullet going up mainstreet. Reese eventually finishes getting rid of the knot and surveys the scene with a look that says 'are you fucking kidding me?. Reese sighs as she pulls out a couple beers, some bottles of vodka and a freshly butchered chicken from her bag.

"Who's up for a drunken braai?" Reese asks causing both Josh and Chavonne to perk up considerably.

"Oh hell yeah." Chavonne says as she grabs one of bottles of vodka as well as the chicken.

"She's back!" Josh yells happily when he sees the smile that spreads across Chavonne's face like wildfire.

For his troubles, Josh is bonked over the head with the butt of Chavonne's pistol.