As far as Ally knew, she was still dying. The soft, pseudo-consciousness she'd had when someone had spoke of killing her was a much more faint whisper, but when she was held upright, she somehow... knew. Next she felt something, that she somehow and with amazing clarity, knew was insanely bitter. Attempts to instinctively spit it out were met with total paralysis. Worse, then she was swallowing this disgusting liquid. Sure, she didn't know it would save her life, but right now she unconsciously felt it was against her will, and she didn't like that.
What followed was, in reality, about half an hour of uneasy silence and an OD'd junkie looking a little to dead for comfort. In her head she remembered being tied to that chair. When she'd been a raider she'd done a fair amount of drugs; the whole reason she became a raider had been because they all shared their chem stash. She'd never have to steal and scavenge again for her fix. Despite the free hook-ups, she still wanted more. She'd helped raid settlements, capture slaves who they'd capture, torture, and then slave until death - building the Raider city of Junk Town, Colorado. They weren't quite as sophisticated as Ceaser's Legion, but what they lacked in intelligence they made up for in raw brutality. and a fair amount of unaccounted for tech.
One family, Ally had seered into her memory only because she'd been sober at the time, had personally begged her for mercy. That voice in her head had screamed 'no!' but the guy behind her promised her some fresh jet from New Reno and she made each and every person their suffer. Man, woman and child alike. She'd been strung up like a puppet, and no cry of agony or beg of compassion could cut those strings. There had been a little girl. The man she'd been with at the time, the one with the flamethrower back in Boulder - Hank - had told her to cut down her arms on the tops and bottoms and then flay the flesh. Ally remembered drowning out the screams of pain with her own screams. They could have been screams of her withdrawal, or screams of a slowly slipping sanity, or screams of pain that blinded her to what she'd been doing. The screams were animalistic in nature and were hard enough to steal her voice for weeks.
When Ally finally found herself bursting back into consciousness, she was screaming the same way. About thirty seconds before she awoke her body began to shake after what felt like eternity of staying deathly still. The scream was loud enough that it seemed to rattle their cage bars, and the prisoners in other cages began to panic. The wander, Raider patrol than began to move towards their cell to check out what the hell was going on.
"Ay' what is that bitch's problem!" One man called out in a very particular, and seemingly foreign accent once the shriek finally ended.
Another spoke, "Wait, that's that cunt. The Jet whore... What was her name?" these men obviously hadn't been in Boulder, as they didn't seem to know of her betrayal or capture. "Aly" Another chirped, mispronouncing her name.
"They found her fuckin' in Boulder with the rest of these goats-" A strange enough insult. Most people didn't know what a goat was. To the Raider's, it meant livestock that's intent was to breed and die. Stupid, meaningless and useless.
Hank used a whole cache on her as a death sentence. Should of known it'd take more than that to kill the bitch. Go tell the Boss she's still alive."
With that, the Raider with the accent began to a rickety looking wooden door and up a set of stairs that became visible only while the door hung open. Then, it vanished.
Ally was staring at everyone in the cage like they were some kind of wasteland monster. By the way she was looking at the Doctor who'd saved her, you'd think he was a Deathclaw with a hangnail. Her brown eyes - bloodshoot and yellowed - over the cellmates before a shiver ran through her body and she suddenly curled in half and let the contents of her insides out onto the floor. A bright yellow, and impressively pungently repulsive scent, sprawled out from her bile and filled the room before she pushed herself against the bars, not seeming to care that she was sitting in her own vomit. She stared at them all again, but now dead eyes and numbed.
Then the girl finally, "W-who the fuck are you people?" She spoke with a shaky voice, weak from her shout and overdose.
