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It's a picture out of one day in your life and it's for peace! Worthy, wonderful time capsule results!
The ‘Clysm wars took their toll on humanity. Always someone wanted what you had and killed without thought for it. There were no police, was no justice. You paid attention to what was going on around you or you died; simple. Old West rules.
The streets bustled with activity as people scurried to and fro. They busily prepared for the coming storm. Thunder and dust swirled and eddied about driving folks to a fevered irritability. Lilly's mind on stocking her inn, she almost didn't see when Clive stepped into the road in front of her horse and cart. Her fingers clenched around the stock of her rifle; cool metal soothed her. Clive, a true bastard, stole everything he owned; not her, not her inn!
"Missy, you can't handle an inn of that size on your own. I'm of a mind to help you with that!" The magnanimous tone grated.
"Clive, the only thing you can help with, is getting the hell out of my way."
"No need to thank me Missy; I'll give it to you good and proper every night in fact..." He began to reach toward the holster slung across his hip. The street cleared; folks dove for cover. It wouldn't be the first public rape Clive perpetrated! Adrenaline pumped and her heart burst from her chest.
Lilly didn’t hesitate. She raised her rifle and planted a slug between Clive's eyes. "The name's not Missy," her eyes glittered with fury. She turned, slide her rifle back into the special holster on the cart. Then dusted off her skirt, and picked up the reigns and clucked softly to her horse. She left Clive to the street vultures.
"Clive, the only thing you can help with, is getting the hell out of my way."
"No need to thank me Missy; I'll give it to you good and proper every night in fact..." He began to reach toward the holster slung across his hip. The street cleared; folks dove for cover. It wouldn't be the first public rape Clive perpetrated! Adrenaline pumped and her heart burst from her chest.
Lilly didn’t hesitate. She raised her rifle and planted a slug between Clive's eyes. "The name's not Missy," her eyes glittered with fury. She turned, slide her rifle back into the special holster on the cart. Then dusted off her skirt, and picked up the reigns and clucked softly to her horse. She left Clive to the street vultures.
From that day, villagers looked to her when their backs were against the wall. They sheltered with her when they were hunted. She wasn’t sure why really. She wasn’t brave at all. Lilly simply did what she had to; survive. All of her medic training, specialty training in vaccines and DNA didn’t help in this environment, only hard work, and a willingness not to hesitate at what it took to live.
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