Zepp_441
Legacy Name: Zepp_441

Zepp slowly knelt to the ground, careful not to strain her already worn out body, and pulled out some spare cloth she had found in her last "raiding" mission. She held one end of the cloth between her molars, and the other in her hand, and ripped the cloth into strips. Her arm pulsed with every movement she made, and she winced in pain. She finally looked at the damage that had been done; there was still a bullet lodged in her bicep that had hit bone and stopped in its tracks, and three deep lacerations from her inner thigh to her hip that were bleeding steadily. Her vision began to haze, "No, not yet. I'm not done yet."

She reached carefully into her bag and pulled out a pair of long tweezers, then grabbed the remainder of her tattered cloth and stuffed it between her teeth to keep her jaw from clenching too tightly. Taking a deep breath, she delicately stuck the tweezers into her bicep. Her jaw clenched, and she stifled an agonizing cry. Her breathing became labored as she finally met the bullet with the ends of the tweezers. She closed her eyes, gripped the bullet with the tip of the tweezers, and quickly ripped the bullet from her arm as though tearing off a bandaid. This time, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

A few tears trickled down her cheek as she dropped the tweezers and began wrapping her bicep with the cloth she had torn into strips just moments ago. She then turned her attention to the deep cuts in her thigh. She groaned, a tad hesitant to waste precious resources, but decided to utilize some of the water she carried in a canteen on her to clean the cuts up a little before bandaging them. Once she had them covered and wrapped to the best of her abilities, she stood up and scanned her surroundings. Still nothing. she murmured.

CRACK! Zepp wheeled around to the direction the sound came from. "Was that a gunshot?" She unholstered her pistol, and decided it was worth investigating. Very carefully, and as silently as she could manage while limping, she stepped out of the house and began her walk down the vacant streets of the suburbs. Even after all this time, and every she had seen, she couldn't get over how eerie it was to be so alone. Another loud crack, this time, much closer. Zepp hunkered down and continued moving toward the sound. She began to hear low, distant voices carrying on the air. With bated breath, she approached from behind a destroyed wall of another house in the same area. She cautiously glanced around the wall and took in the situation. There were four armed men, and one disarmed woman. She didn't like the odds already.

The woman seemed to still want to fight back, even without any of her tools or weapons. The men all laughed, joking about "who would get a turn first", circling her like damned vultures. Zepp bit her lip. I'm not exactly in any condition to take on an armed guy, much less FOUR of them. She stared at the woman, hard. But I can't just let them take advantage of her... She rolled her eyes at herself, knowing that she would end up getting involved regardless of whether or not she would win.

She slipped through the wreckage of the house behind the men. She knew she wouldn't win if she attacked them head on, but maybe if she got the drop on them...Yes, perfect! Zepp took a step behind the man who appeared to be the ring leader. He was a mousey looking man, appearing to be in his mid to late forties, with graying hair and a thin, gangly body. She was so close to him that she could smell his disgusting musk.

Slowly, she rose to a standing position and reached her left arm around his neck, catching him in a choking position from behind, and placed her pistol against his temple, "If you want to live, you'll let the girl go." The man, startled, struggled against her grip to no avail. It was like watching a mouse struggle to escape the grip of a python. His lackeys, almost as startled as their leader, drew their weapons. "PUT THOSE DOWN!" the man gasped. His eyes bulged as she tightened her hold and he wheezed out, "Put your weapons down, this bitch is crazy." His peons did as they were told, tossing their weapons to the ground. "Now what?" a cheeky peon called out.

"Give me the girl."

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