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Jacki was always amazed at a raider's creativity and she was amazed by it now as she sat behind the wall of fencing and the metal gate that had been used to divide the living room of the trailer she was trapped in inside half to create a makeshift prison. She sat against the wall and rubbed her face ignoring her cell mate, the man was still in despair over his wife or something that had gotten murdered and she cared so little for his plight it was almost alarming. At the moment the only plight Jacki cared about was her own as she tried to figure out why this group of bayou water backwash had kept her alive instead of killing her when they cornered her. Had she been recognized? That was a possibility, a slim one but possible. It had been a year, but if Slag or Crag or Craig, or whatever her damn ex-right hand had been named, still wanted to execute her, if he wanted crush the hopes of her return to anyone still even a little loyal to her still left in that crew (not that she was coming back) then having her delivered and then tortured to death would have been the way. She let out an exhale of air she didn't know she had been holding and stood up to pace their small confines again.
She doubted it. This group of raiders seemed too sloppy to have been around long, which meant the larger groups would have had no real interest in these small fry, so they most likely hadn't been told to keep an eye out for her, hell they probably had no clue who she was. Then they had mistaken her for a settler, probably thought she was from the same settlement as Sam or whatever the guy had said his name was. Or was his name Mary, or was that his wife? She didn't care. She kicked the gate and crouched in front of it examining the lock she had jammed trying to pick it.
Jacki was just about to give up and resign herself to her fate when gunshots began to ring out beyond the front door of the trailer. Her brows shot up and she ran over to a window that had been boarded up from the outside to prevent escape. Peering through the gaps in between the boards Jacki's eyes eagerly sought the source of the commotion and she frowned when she caught the glimpse of a hulking figure ducking behind cover.
'Holy Shit' Jacki slid down the wall as the thought echoed in her mind and she immediately attempted to find something that could act as a makeshift weapon in their cell. There was a super mutant, at least she thought it was a super mutant, storming around the camp. This isn't how she wanted to die, 'Did that thing have a slasher?' Slashed to pieces by a super mutant, there were worse ways to go she guessed.
She doubted it. This group of raiders seemed too sloppy to have been around long, which meant the larger groups would have had no real interest in these small fry, so they most likely hadn't been told to keep an eye out for her, hell they probably had no clue who she was. Then they had mistaken her for a settler, probably thought she was from the same settlement as Sam or whatever the guy had said his name was. Or was his name Mary, or was that his wife? She didn't care. She kicked the gate and crouched in front of it examining the lock she had jammed trying to pick it.
Jacki was just about to give up and resign herself to her fate when gunshots began to ring out beyond the front door of the trailer. Her brows shot up and she ran over to a window that had been boarded up from the outside to prevent escape. Peering through the gaps in between the boards Jacki's eyes eagerly sought the source of the commotion and she frowned when she caught the glimpse of a hulking figure ducking behind cover.
'Holy Shit' Jacki slid down the wall as the thought echoed in her mind and she immediately attempted to find something that could act as a makeshift weapon in their cell. There was a super mutant, at least she thought it was a super mutant, storming around the camp. This isn't how she wanted to die, 'Did that thing have a slasher?' Slashed to pieces by a super mutant, there were worse ways to go she guessed.