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Riley Kane thought she heard a sound. She pulled her pistol before edging around the corner. It was silent. There had been nothing. For years now, she could never be too sure. When she was ten, the lights went out in the city one night and never came back on. She had watched as raiders abducted men, women, and boys in the streets, from her perch on the 11th floor condo where she had been raised by her single mom and her older brother.
"Stay here," her mother said one night, after the raiding parties had seemed to have left. Water and food had been scarce, lasting only a couple of weeks, and her mother had decided something had to be found. It was the last time the children saw her. Days passed and then weeks, and her brother, four years older, determined to raise her as best he could, until he could get her out of the building, then out of the city to a safe place near the shore. He knew the value of a teen girl. And he knew the danger her very existence was to her and to him. And each day, after the rebuilding had begun, he went to the streets, volunteered for the occupying forces, earned a daily ration for a single boy, and returned home each night, often giving the ration to her while he hunted a rat, or perhaps a dog, to get himself by. At night, he taught her what he could, while also making sure her warrior and survival skills were passable. Again, there was only so much he could achieve.
When she was sixteen, Riley began to bleed. The blood was so bad, and from a place so unexplored, that her brother feared for her security. He had never raised a girl and didn't know what to do. He found a doctor employed by the new government, and plead with his sensibilities to help her without revealing her existence to authorities. Of course, fearing reprisal, after counseling them both and explaining what she was experiencing was normal, the doctor reported them both. Her brother learned of the call before anything could be done, and it was then that he whisked her out, in the dark of night, along the alleys and corridors, leading to the darkest edge of the burned out metropolis, to hide yet again. For two years, he served her and awaited her 18th birthday - the time she could be emancipated and no longer subject to become a ward of the state. And every night, from then until now, he and she together had fought off and hid from various raiders and city dwellers that would occasionally stumble onto their lair. It had never come that they had to fight the authorities, but she knew that, even at 18, she had value to powerful people in high places, and her survival, at least as she knew it, was not ever certain. Now, Riley walked quietly down the corridor, the burned out building crumbling as she searched for any sort of animal or rodent that she could bring home as their meal. The plan was to wait a few more nights, until the storms came, and the clouds darkened the city even more, and then they would leave....seeking a different life, a free life, near the coastal towns in California. But the plan exploded in an eruption of rifle fire and a single explosion that silenced everything and shook the ground beneath her feet. She braced against the wall as she soon heard footsteps clapping through the hallway. She pointed her gun a second before her eyes grew wide and she pulled it away from her target.
"Run," her brother said, racing in her direction.
"Where are we going?" She asked, turning as he tried to run past her. "You're bleeding!" She cried.
"Just run," he said again. "We have to go."
"Now?" She asked. "Are you okay?" Her brother collapsed to the ground, the wound in his hip finally stopping him.
"NOW!" He declared. He had been surprised on their city foraging mission by a patrol unit policing the streets. After returning fire and realizing he would be overwhelmed, he flung a pipe bomb in their direction, killing the four men and, no doubt, setting off alarms at state police headquarters. Three state troopers survived and returned fire immediately, striking her brother several times as he fled. The two of them would have perhaps an hour to flee and, once outside the city, would face a test of survival they had never seen. "Go," her brother said.
"I'm not leaving..." her words were interrupted by a nearby blast as shots came in their direction. She put her brother's arm over her shoulder and ran as best she could, supporting him back to their building, careful to avoid the tiny, temporary lamps that the state now set up to provide minimal light in the blackness that had swept the East Coast through the Missouri River Valley. Once there, they both grabbed a few things, enough perhaps to last them a week, and not so much that they would travel heavy. She pulled a jacket on over her gear, then grabbed a small backpack along with her two .45s, one holstered on each hip, and covered by the jacket, as well as a simple 9mm handgun in a holster lower, on her right thigh. She set about taping up her brother's wounds, his grunts and wails forced down deep within so as to not make a sound. Once he was patched, the bleeding was blocked, but he wasn't okay.
"Ready?" He asked, clearly in pain. She shook her head no. She was anxious. Maybe even scared. For both him and herself. The city had been hell for nearly a decade, but it had been home. She couldn't imagine living without him. But there wasn't a home anymore. And it was time to go.
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Together, they made their way through the building's destroyed innards, careful to not alert anyone to their presence. Her brother's wounds made it difficult to move quickly. As they arrived on the bottom floor of the warehouse-sized shell of a building, they heard shuffling nearby.
"I can't run," her brother whispered to her. "You have to go." Riley shook her head.
"Not without you," she said. They observed a shadow on the wall at the end of hall where their route would turn toward the back of the building and outside. Whoever was in their way would have to be friendly or....destroyed. Riley gave a look to her brother and helped him slide silently into a sitting position on the ground. His eyes told her to be careful. Without saying a word, she crept silently along the walls toward where the shadow seemed to be growing. Whoever was there seemed to be getting closer. Peering around the corner, she saw a figure, and she was unable to make out if it was friend, foe, or other. Before the person before her could see she was there, she backed around the corner to wait, lifted one of her 45's to air around the corner to await the figure's approach, not sure yet whether to shoot or to first see who it was.
"Stay here," her mother said one night, after the raiding parties had seemed to have left. Water and food had been scarce, lasting only a couple of weeks, and her mother had decided something had to be found. It was the last time the children saw her. Days passed and then weeks, and her brother, four years older, determined to raise her as best he could, until he could get her out of the building, then out of the city to a safe place near the shore. He knew the value of a teen girl. And he knew the danger her very existence was to her and to him. And each day, after the rebuilding had begun, he went to the streets, volunteered for the occupying forces, earned a daily ration for a single boy, and returned home each night, often giving the ration to her while he hunted a rat, or perhaps a dog, to get himself by. At night, he taught her what he could, while also making sure her warrior and survival skills were passable. Again, there was only so much he could achieve.
When she was sixteen, Riley began to bleed. The blood was so bad, and from a place so unexplored, that her brother feared for her security. He had never raised a girl and didn't know what to do. He found a doctor employed by the new government, and plead with his sensibilities to help her without revealing her existence to authorities. Of course, fearing reprisal, after counseling them both and explaining what she was experiencing was normal, the doctor reported them both. Her brother learned of the call before anything could be done, and it was then that he whisked her out, in the dark of night, along the alleys and corridors, leading to the darkest edge of the burned out metropolis, to hide yet again. For two years, he served her and awaited her 18th birthday - the time she could be emancipated and no longer subject to become a ward of the state. And every night, from then until now, he and she together had fought off and hid from various raiders and city dwellers that would occasionally stumble onto their lair. It had never come that they had to fight the authorities, but she knew that, even at 18, she had value to powerful people in high places, and her survival, at least as she knew it, was not ever certain. Now, Riley walked quietly down the corridor, the burned out building crumbling as she searched for any sort of animal or rodent that she could bring home as their meal. The plan was to wait a few more nights, until the storms came, and the clouds darkened the city even more, and then they would leave....seeking a different life, a free life, near the coastal towns in California. But the plan exploded in an eruption of rifle fire and a single explosion that silenced everything and shook the ground beneath her feet. She braced against the wall as she soon heard footsteps clapping through the hallway. She pointed her gun a second before her eyes grew wide and she pulled it away from her target.
"Run," her brother said, racing in her direction.
"Where are we going?" She asked, turning as he tried to run past her. "You're bleeding!" She cried.
"Just run," he said again. "We have to go."
"Now?" She asked. "Are you okay?" Her brother collapsed to the ground, the wound in his hip finally stopping him.
"NOW!" He declared. He had been surprised on their city foraging mission by a patrol unit policing the streets. After returning fire and realizing he would be overwhelmed, he flung a pipe bomb in their direction, killing the four men and, no doubt, setting off alarms at state police headquarters. Three state troopers survived and returned fire immediately, striking her brother several times as he fled. The two of them would have perhaps an hour to flee and, once outside the city, would face a test of survival they had never seen. "Go," her brother said.
"I'm not leaving..." her words were interrupted by a nearby blast as shots came in their direction. She put her brother's arm over her shoulder and ran as best she could, supporting him back to their building, careful to avoid the tiny, temporary lamps that the state now set up to provide minimal light in the blackness that had swept the East Coast through the Missouri River Valley. Once there, they both grabbed a few things, enough perhaps to last them a week, and not so much that they would travel heavy. She pulled a jacket on over her gear, then grabbed a small backpack along with her two .45s, one holstered on each hip, and covered by the jacket, as well as a simple 9mm handgun in a holster lower, on her right thigh. She set about taping up her brother's wounds, his grunts and wails forced down deep within so as to not make a sound. Once he was patched, the bleeding was blocked, but he wasn't okay.
"Ready?" He asked, clearly in pain. She shook her head no. She was anxious. Maybe even scared. For both him and herself. The city had been hell for nearly a decade, but it had been home. She couldn't imagine living without him. But there wasn't a home anymore. And it was time to go.
http://cdn.moviestillsdb.com/sm/5ddd0ff42cdff409dbd8baaf795710e4/blade-trinity.jpg
Together, they made their way through the building's destroyed innards, careful to not alert anyone to their presence. Her brother's wounds made it difficult to move quickly. As they arrived on the bottom floor of the warehouse-sized shell of a building, they heard shuffling nearby.
"I can't run," her brother whispered to her. "You have to go." Riley shook her head.
"Not without you," she said. They observed a shadow on the wall at the end of hall where their route would turn toward the back of the building and outside. Whoever was in their way would have to be friendly or....destroyed. Riley gave a look to her brother and helped him slide silently into a sitting position on the ground. His eyes told her to be careful. Without saying a word, she crept silently along the walls toward where the shadow seemed to be growing. Whoever was there seemed to be getting closer. Peering around the corner, she saw a figure, and she was unable to make out if it was friend, foe, or other. Before the person before her could see she was there, she backed around the corner to wait, lifted one of her 45's to air around the corner to await the figure's approach, not sure yet whether to shoot or to first see who it was.
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