Bind/Stab  {F SERE Rape Ramp}
{As in ...age, and SERE stands for (in this case) Survive, Evade, Rape, and Escape, 
(or, that's the plan, anyway.)  The following few chapters are alternating, competitive 
escalation while I got a PC handy.  Starting with me,..}

Barby {F Solo Pica}

"Hh," trees, bushes whipping past, "HuhH!"  No dogs, yet.  Blaze orange jumpsuit, boots, 
not much to work with, oh yeah, a lighter, and [dice roll,] 7 cigarettes.  Just started,
a good token in the prison economy, especially if you don't smoke them too much.

"HhuhH!"  Haveta stop, catch my breath, pull out my hairtye, dry the sweat from it.  To 
hot, like Her, standing over me, grinning sadisticly.  Or laying back, eyes tight, the 
pop of the needle in Her nipples, clit hood, screwing in the stud.  

"Nh!" pull the spike {(c) Cold Steel} from it's nylon sheath, close my eyes, drop to my 
knees, let the back edge slip up my tummy, catch in my navel, drag sharply up my sternum.
"nhHhH!"  Shiver, feel the goosebumps pop out, like my nipples.  No jewelry to blunt the 
tip, shallow prick, pulling it out on the edge, scratching it when it snaps back.

"Uhnt!" fingers dipping in my muggy shorts, prickles of stubble on my fingertips, 
dampening between, pinching them around my middle finger.  "HhH!" catch my breath, 
hot sticky drop rolling down to wet my jumpsuit, on the underside of my breast.

I slip out of it, scratch above the hood for more lube, and close my eyes again.  Hot, 
and cool, I can feel the sweat evaporate, hear songbirds fly in, squirrels climbing, 
and jumping overhead.  "Hnh!"

Or that new girl, "Mandy," kinda like calling a basketball player shorty, she's smaller,
and girlier then me, but real smart.  It was her idea to kidnap one of the men, on camera, 
hold him hostage until the guards came, on Bene's day off, after Kenny left.

Then we had him hostage, a guard to rape, and torture, and bargain with.  Tory tied his 
package, forced him to eat her while I poked it.  Bulging, filling with blood, twitching 
on the point with his pulse.  "HnhH!"

Shaking out my hair, kinked up to my jaw, and earlobes, I sweep it out of my face, behind 
my ears to soak some of the sweat from my neck and wrap the hairtye around the handle.  "Hn!"
I light a cigarette, and start preperations.

I never went camping with Psi, or even met him IRL, but I read, did enough wilderness stories 
to try it, for the first time.  First, a decent weapon, tye the arms around my waist, and 
pick up a stick.  A dead sapling, I tuck Spike back in his sheathe, and let her dangle 
around my hips.

Chuckling at the symbolism, I knock most of the twigs off on a near trunk, and roll/slide 
off the bark.  "Cretch," I pull the velcro, and start working some sort of tip.  On the 
tapered end, it's not quite a good point, so I get out my lighter.

Still light, I try not to make it so smoky, but the pile of needles, and leaves makes a 
lot, and I wave it away.  I try to toast it, not burn it away, and scrape off the char with 
the back of my knife when it does.  Fire hardening, like Lord of the Flies, I polish it on 
a hard smooth rock {Slate, it's just lying around up there, in the foothills of the 
Appalatians, headed towards the AT/WV border, through National Forest.

Good idea, splitting up like this, like Mandy said, "They can't catch all of us."

Kenny {MT Hunt}

"Yeah what?" I answered the damn thing.

"Uh, sir," the office, "We had a little Breach."

"How little?" I set up, and grab my pants.

"Three women," Stand up, and buckle the belt.  "Amanda Hunt, Victoria Liggett, and Barbie Matel.
{(Tm) ARR}

"What is it?" behind me, whisper of covers.

"Hh," I cover the earpeice, "The office," move my hand, "We'll be right there."

"What's up?" she sits up, sheet dropping from her small flat breasts, between the thick arms, hanging from the broad flat shoulders.

"Barbie, Victor/ia, and Mandy jus broke out," open the closet, and grab my BoB.

"Fuck!" she grabbed the sleeveless lycra shirt, "Who's driving?"

"We'll take your jeep," I unstrapped the loadbearing harness, "I'll chase Mandy on foot, while you get the girls, or whoever pops up on the road.  BRDT! {(r) Nextel} her phone pings response.  "You stay mobile, Mandy is top priority, then Liggett, and Barbie, hopefully we can get her too.  Alive, wound if you have to, kill only as a last resort.

Benedict <T Hunt>

<Yes!> "Gotit," strap in to the antisharps body armor, reach in to adjust, and tighten the tactical harness over it.  My place <Save the description for now,> leave Kenny's pickup, and pull out the jeep beside it.  CJ5, 300I6/C6 {{TMs) AMC, and Ford M.C, respectively.} black with unpainted DJ {Postal Jeep} grill, and [Punisher] <(c) Marvel> stenciled on the side of the hood.

Dropping it in gear, I reach over to slip the TC into 4xHi, and spin off, dirt flying.

Liggett <FM Rape F SERE>

"Hhn!" cup water, and splash it on my face.  Right by a log over it, a plastic soda bottle floats near the other side, and I pick it out.  Fairly clean, inside, doesn't stink, so I fill it with cold clean water.  Smacking my lips, so dry, but I can't risk getting sick.

<"I" have, however, been survival camping with Ruby.>  Head for Cottomouth Kills, closest town, but back country, National Forest, upstream, into the mountains.  Not stopping to rest, or play with myself, I also make it much farther.  <I don't have to be faster then them, just faster then you.>

Taking the game trail, alongside the creek, keep an eye out for food, or a can to boil in.

{Sure, a little dirty, and rusty, but WTF?  3" diameter, 5" tall, about a pint, and a half, or 3/4 quart.}

Tucking tinder in it, I look over, spy a red, and white plastic ball bob in the current, upstream.  Pulled by an almost invisible translucent blue line, "Hey, you hunting out here?"

"Just hiking," I shrug, "Don't want to get shot at, though.

"Huh," he twitches the pole up, cranks the reel underneath like a testicle on an axel.  <Nice.>  "Way out here?"

"Sure," getting closer, {Still across the stream.}  "I usually avoid people," but.

"Huh." look at the now baitless hook, loop it on one of the rings holding the line parallel to the shaft.

"Catch anything?" standing on a bank, shifting feet, and hips.

"Not much," a couple minitrout, barely a snack.

"Look up, west, shade my eyes.  "You camping?"

"Kinda hikamping," shrug, grab my tackle box, "Up here," where you can cross, stepping from bank to stone to bank.

<Time to think,>  Kill, wound, or kidnap him?  Tough choice, but weigh the options.  Don't want to lead a hostage, but felony escape, + leaving a body = death penalty.  Seduce him, they aren't lookig for a couple, maybe try some concentual sex.  Put him out, go through his stuff, see what I can get, in that fishing vest.  Not tactical, but a hell of a lot more pockets than this jumpsuit, and,  HopHop, Look up the bank.

{A little long,} small camp, smoldering fire circle, High cammo tarp of a tent strung between trees, haversack, unpacked.  No hatchet, or saw you can see, the stacked firewood is broken, not cut.

"Where you from?" reach up.

"Uhn!" pull her up, to my level.  A little taller then me, I'm not weak.  "Cottonmouth Kills."

"Nhint!" drop my hand, "Why d'you call it that?"

"Hh," sit on the log, "It was founded way back in the plantation days," I remembered elementary history, "I guess only the slaves knew you could smoke it, and there wasn't any hemp out here, anyways, but it's named after the little swamplets, in the hollers between the hills, where all the Water Moccassins live."

"Oh," blink, "Cool!  You smoke?"  Get out my pack.

"Wl, yaH!" duy, hold out my zippo.

"Tnks," flick off the ashe, and let the cloud roll out to your face.

Look up from the little stoner, dug out of quartzite, mostly smokey, with a little band of rose around by the stem.  {Phallic symbolism intended.}  "WhhhH!" KLK! "Knt," pass it.

Take a hit, standing over him, plan a little.

"Whoos!" catch my breath, take another hit.  

That's right, get nice, and stoned, head down, don't look up to see me hold my thumb over the bowl, smothering it. "Ere,"

"I'm good," cross my eyes, tuck it in a pocket.

"Hope so," KRXKXKX!  Let some of the heat out the front of my orange jumpsuit, over the matching tank top, and jock strap underneath, but not opened that far down.

"Is that a Kerambit?" hanging around your neck.

"Yeah," self defence is no laughing matter, Shc!

Lean back, eyes turning a little down at the wicked claw of a blade, and black plastic ring pommel handle.  Shiver a little.  "What's that for?"

"You know," shrug, tucking it back to hang between my tits, a little sweat rolling down between.  "It's always nice to have one, specially out here."

Relax a little, "You a tomboy, or something?"  Even through the baggy clothes, I could make out just enough of her figure, to tempt closer examination.

Bend to squat, good shot down my neck, crotch tight between my legs.  "Something."

Look up, more, "I'll say," pretty/tough looking, I shift on the log.  "Uh," look away.

"HhnhH!" 

Barbi {FM Rape}

I never done this before, but I guess I was a fast learner.  Kicking out the fire, I poured on water from the can {Sauce for the goose, no bottle yet.}  Picking up the mourning/spear, I stood the point up, above my head, and carefully swung the heavy end past my boot.

I ran into some Barbed Wire, from a fence while I was out foraging, and this was the best place to carry it.  Climbing a tree, I slept up there, high enough for the canopy to cover me from the ground, but still to low to see the sky.  Leaving at dusk, my eyes got used to it enough while I hiked across an open feild.

Somebody's horses, and cattle wandered, or slept where they stood, munching on the tall grass.  Following the valley up, trees to either hillside, chokeing in to a game trail at the top.  Moon rising over the trees, they're thinner here, wherever they can find purchase on the slopes.

Shivering a little, I switch the spear over to the other side.  Vecro up to the neck, it's open at the bottom for the knife handle to stick out.  <Rockin out!..>  "Hn, hn, hN!" I guess I'm in better shape, working on the farm, but just not used to all this walking!  {Not to mention the altitude, which doesn't even occur to her.}  "Hhn!"  Take a sip of cold gritty water, nothing to filter it through, and keep climbing.

A light ahead, glowing through the trees, the valley levels off, to a nasty little pond in the holler.  A "Kill," I keep my eyes out for snakes.  {Which are probably too cold to be out, and active.}  Across the dark green scum, a little hunting cabin, with a light on.

{Thanks,} catch my breath sneaking around, hopefully a bed in there, fire, food.  Now, how to play this.

"Uhn!" try to cry, bite my tongue until the tears pop out, "Uhuhuhn!"  Drop the morning spear just out of the light, "Help, please someone HELP ME!"

"OMG!" at the door, "Are you okay?"

Cover my crotch, stelthily tucking the handle back in, and sealing the hook, and loop fly.  "UhH!"  Throw myself in front of the door, collapsing.

"Are you hurt?" PDdp, down the flat log steps.

"Hh," look up, wet eyes reflecting the light from the door.

She looks down, concerned.  {Okay, nice try, but Piquerist, remember?}  

<Heheheh, yeaH!>  Pretty, hiking boots, jeans/jacket, medium lenth brown hair, tyed back.  "What happened?" dripping concern.

"I uh," gasp, "Was out hiking, with my boyfreind, and," HhihH! "Hhe broke a leg."  {Good luck!} blinking up at her.

"OwhH!" help her up, "Then what?" breast ignorently pushed against your arm.

"HhHhH!" open my eyes, "I got lost, I guess it was days, where are we?"

"Closest 'town' is the Village of Massanutten," {more of a ski resort, out of season,} "and Cottonmouth Kills across the border."

"Oh," look around.

Tiny cabin, about 7 1/2x10 feet, log frame bed in the back, under a hand stitched quilt, no trophies, looks like she remodeled it.  {So back to the cottage in the forest, but with a pool of cess in front of it?} <That's about right.>

"Hnh," no use stalling, close the door if it isn't, bar it somehow.  <Flip the little block up on the hook on the back of the door.>

"Wh?" noticing, "What's?"

ShK! hold it up, "ShHh." over my lips.

"NhH?" look around, no windows, just the door, and the fireplace.

"HnhnhnhH!"

Benedict {T Solo NS}

"GRNH!" my headlights splashed on the dew, clinging to the grass, matted away by someone's passage.  I actually dismounted, biped, legs a little higher than the Stalks.  Easy enough to follow up the valley, to the trail.  Yawning, at least I got some sleep, after Kenny passed out.  I think I'm the only one who's ever seen him sleep, heard him snore.

Kenny {M Solo}

On foot, it was pretty easy to see where they split up.  3 of them, Billy came back, again, so we so we moved off seperately.  He went back to the road, his van, after Mandy's prints, while I followed the largest pair.  Virginia Victoria Liggett, I had her real name, somewhere on file.  {Confidential.}

That's what she liked to be called, almost the perfect subject.  She Rapes Men, one, on one, pathologicly makes it almost a fair fight.  The opposite of the male Rassurance rapist, the best I can tell through her evasive fabrications.  Not as good at it as the new Girl, "Mandy", but let Billy handle that, the closest thing we got to an expert on her.

"Liggett," like Bene, pretty enough, but strong, and confident as a man.  The only diagnosis that makes any sense is she's transexual.  An amature, as far as profiling, but gifted, she even affects male only psychoses, sexual aberrations, sadism, transvestitism, proves her superiority by raping, men.

An equal, but opposite {Newton}, Sadistic, her victim, the last one talked about how she even drank his tears when she was raping him.  Noone else beleived him, got the whole story with the recorders off.  Not a damsel, at all, or a knight, but a villian.  I could do whatever I want when I catch her, and not feel guilty.  Don't stop, to relieve the pressure, let it build up.  Be ready for it, for Her.

Barbie {FF Rape Pica}

"Nh?" she looks away from the spike, eyes closed, face controted with fear.  

"Don't fight," I whisper, "and I won't kill you."

"NhnH!" trying to twist away, "Nho, Ppl,"

"Nice jacket," run the back edge up the collar, "Shirt."  Looks about my size.

{Oddly enough, her clothes would fit, not perfectly, but even the jeans are a little loose.}  "Nh?"

At her neck, now, blunt back bevel slipping behind the curve of her jaw, sweeping the hair back from her face.

"Nnhn!" a tear squeezes out.  Tory told me about this, made it sound so sexy.

Slipping my thumb up her cheek to the corner of her eye, I lift it to my lips, "SmwT!"

"Ahuhuhun!" shoulders shake, but my head is frosen, paralyzed by the blade on my face, and neck, fear sweat rolling down, dampening a curl.

"HhHhH," open my eyes, notice the sewing set, collecting dust off to the side.  Not even out of reach in the tiny space.  <All right, I'll allow it.>

That means needles, pins, my hands shake unlooping, and opening the basket.

Pink heart shaped pincushion, right on top.  "Oh!" pluck one out, "Take it off!"  Switching the knife over, I pluck out a handfull of pins, pinch one with my thumb, the spares between the rest of my fingers.

"Nh," drop shrug out of the jacket, and shirt, crumple them protectively over my bra, legs up, almost foetal in the corner of the bed.

"A ahn," gently pull her hands away with my knife hand, slip the back edge down her chest, between Them, jerk out.  POP!

"Unh!" they fall out, big Cs on my petite, but hippy body, still half dressed in loose jeans.  Reaching up, cupping them protectively, right crossed over left.  {Straightjacket.}

"Hold still," I put my hand on her shoulder, flat to your throat, edge out, reached down with my handfull of needles.

"Nh," close my eyes, turn away as much as I can, drop it, still cradled in my elbow.

"Hh," pT! "hahHhH!"

"Nht," hold my breath, try not to move on the pin, slipping into my chest.  "HnNnN!" it hurts, but just in a spot, not like a slash, from the long edge under my chin.  She could kill me, any time, jerking it across to cut my throat in an instant.  Swallow reflexively.

"NhahH!" looking down, dreamy face, almost dripping pleasure, the shadenfreude of your suffering, tight wet resistance, bulging pale flesh.  "NhnhH!" boiling inside, not coming, but the shiver up my back, prickle of hairs standing out, erect, popping out like pimples, my nipples, clit.  The dumbell, rolling in the hood.  "OhHuahH!"  Slowly puling it out.

"hNh!" almost relax, "uhuhun!"  tears pouring out, but now able to cry, sob without it jerking in my breast.

KRKXS!  Steam pouring out the front, knife hand shaking, slipping down her chest.  Dropping the pins, hand diving in, fingers slipping in the wetness.

"Nh?" looking around, trapped, cornered, try to twist away from the blade, get my hands back up.  Looking up fearfully.

Face changing, all prettyness twisting into a mean grimmace.  "Grhn!" fingers fucking in, pop around them, forcing her back, blood boiling up, covering my wide open eyes, brow comming down between them.

"Nh?" arms up, defensively, clutching, and pushing the knife wrist.

Bursting, pouring out in a rush!  forcing her down, my weight on my wrist, the back of my fist, pommel of the knife gripped in it, between my legs.

Benedict {F Solo}

GRHNDd, Get out, run beside the murkey pool, to the door, already clearing the holster.  I heard screams, but they stopped.

Wide open, light streaming out into the night.

Outside the headlights, back hitting the wall, then rolling, turning to follow the Bren in.

And put it down, noone in there to shoot.  Just the body, stretched across the bed, soaked dark with blood.  Everywhere, acute triangular wounds, defensive, then thorasic, countless dotting the chest, and midriff, leg prints around it, overlapping.  Bloody footprints to the door, around it out to the night.

Liggett {FM Bond}

"HhnhH!" roll on my toes, kicking out, stepping in, and uppercutting with my pinky, the ring striking right under his chin.

"GKT!" my head snaps up, teeth biting with the force, lucky I didn't have any lip, or tongue between them.

Throwing my weight into my left, striking the center of his chest, knocking you back over the log, my legs around.

"Wgh!" I'm just not going to debate having the wind knocked out of me.  Even if you don't hit the solar plexus, I'm lucky you didn't break ribs.

Fuck the plan, run away with him, an unwitting accomplice, and Take him.  As quickly as possible, easier unconcious, so as soon as his arms are pinned with my legs, backhand the pommel ring into his temple.

{"Hh,"  Sensible, but ruins a potential scene.}  <I know bait when I see it, Kenny close on my heels.>

As soon as I'm unconcious, strip off the vest, rip open the jumpsuit, and jump out as fast as I can.

{Boots...}

"Huh," untye, and whip through the speed hooks.  {Prison issue, 1O eyelet, nylon laces.}

"RhfucK!" pull them out, jerking the loops through my hooking fingers, tempted to slash them off.  {He's got speed laces though.}

Finally down to my underwear, no time to shave my head, and tattoo a barcode on the back.  {(r) Rockstar Games, Nice.}
His jacket will fit?

No jacket, pancho pitched over a ridgeline, and hamoc, slung between two trees.  Snap up shirt.

Open the front of both, the shirt, and vest, then drag him up on the log.

"nhN?"  Crack!  Slump over it.

Shirt, unbuttoned, not even the cuffs, then slash out the lines for the pancho.  Pull that on, and undo the straps holding up the hammoc.  {20' of climbing chord, wrapped at the ends to anchor to the hammoc's hooks, and strung overhead as the ridgeline.

Stuff it in the backpack, sling it on over the pancho, and pull on the jeans.  Buckle them up, strip his bootlaces, and take the fuck off.  Hot, and sweaty, but hood up, I look just like a hunter, no recognisable face, hair tyed back so it could be short.  Backtracking up his trail, I bet he drove out here...

Reach in My pockets for the keys.

Kenny {MT Hunt, NS}

"Goddamnit," shake my head, and get out my phone.  Not in range of mine, I call to see if we both got tower signal.  Close enough to the highway, I set the navpoint, and checked the site out while she drove up.  "Hhm."

Tire tracks to the pavement, spun out of there, follow them back to the raided camp.  "NhHhH!" he sat on the log, rubbing his wrists, and crying.  "Mr. {Anonymus Wtiness}."  He looked up, tried to fix his face, "Kenya tell me what happened?"

"SnhK!" he wipes his mustache, "Sh' kh! ShH said she got stranded here, when her boyfreind broke his leg, and hadn't eaten for days, and sucker punched me, from behind," he rubbed around his temples, both of which had long thin contusions starting to swell, probably from the ring pommel.

I don't know where she got it, but she always liked a Kerambit, with convex blade, and ring pommel.  The victim had a Bird, and Trout knife in his kit, which she took most of.  She did not rape him, but bound him, hands, and genitals over a log.  Not anchored, she left, and he managed to get out of the ligatures.  Not Amanda Hunt, but the next priority target, Marion Benedict, arrived, and I ran up to her jeep.

[Black Jeep of the Family] must be a new sticker, I never noticed before.  We rendevoused, and continued pursuit before EMS, and the {redacted} County Sherriff arrived, for the victim.  He gave his statement, and wanted to be alone after that.

Barby

"ANh," had to stop, "Hh hn!" leaned on a tree.  Exhausted, it was starting to get light, and I had to rest.  Didn't get much, but blood, all over me, thought to grab her clothes on the way out.  Peeling the sticky coverall off, I unlaced my boots, let it float down the stream, and stepped into it.

So cold, but it carried the sweat, and blood away with it.  "WhvhvhvH!" I got out, pulled on the denem, and sivered in the sun.  "HhHhH!" I tightened, and tied my boots, pulled out the sheathe, and tucked it under my belt.  Shaking the water off the knife, I slipped, and strapped it in.  My bloody handprints on the morningspear, where I gripped it, backing into the night from Benedict, slipping out of the light from the door.  They soaked in, wouldn't wash off!

She had a gun, and who knows what else in that vest.  {You never said, but I know what she carries, she's my character.}
Body armor, specially for blades, and one of the toughest graplers in the farm, a cage full of rapists.  That's where the fear came from, not last night, what happened, what I

"HhHnH!" just close my eyes, curl up in the sand, let the exhaustion carry me away.  KRWHWHWHW!  Thunder, "nh?" restless, "No!"  The knife, spike, tight in my fist, hitting my crotch, bruising it down to the bone.  The wet hot splash, rush of blood in spurts, ebbing, her falling limp, unmoving except the jerks as I stabbed into again, and again.  Tits bouncing on my belly, thighs, knuckles, stabbing wetly into them, the tight friction on the blade.

Her screams, and the wet gritty scrape of the blade, vibrating up my arms, and pelvis.  KRWHWHWHW! snap awake, kshsHSHCH rain washing up, pattering the water.  Stripping under the overhang, closest thing to a cave I could curl up under.  A bank, the creek was already starting to flood it, no way to keep My clothes dry in that.  Light, but overcast, blurred to twilight, and white noise by the trees.

It would cover my tracks, movement, scent trail if they had dogs, better get moving.  Everything I own drenched, but free, and clean, for now.

Benedict <TP Capt>

<Keep track of the time?>

It started raining, so I forded before the stream got to high, and got some rest.  Continuing on, I drove upstream from where the jumpsuit washed up, found her trail in the muddy bank.  Uphill, scattered washed out footprints, and stabs into the ground.  Round, like a spearpoint, I got to where the rain stopped, and her tracks were fresh in the undisturbed mud.

I dismounted, grabbed my rifle, and pursued on foot.  Dawn twilight, I slowly made out a rising column of smoke, over the trees, and advanced to the smell of woodsmoke.  Clever, she hung the denim in front of her, up slope, with the sun rising behind me.  Unable to see her, or even the fire behind it, I flanked right, uphill, then advanced at the same level.

No scope, I kept iron sites colminated, scanning for a target, movement.  Crossing uphill, I kept the muzzle deperessed, and an eye down, at my feet.  Finally, I got an overhead view of the camp.  Curled back, on a dry shelf, sticks set up through the legs and sleeves for a sort of fence.  She was sleeping clutching a spear, blunt end wrapped in barbed wire?

Pdqp, a rock rolls down from a mistep.

PREW! the Narcodart<(c)Psiberzerker>, already sited in arcs from the muzzle with a slight adjustment of aim to compensate for the stumble, and a twitch of my finger.  

"Unh!" I jolt awake, reaching for the clear plunger sticking out of my already numbing thigh.  Rolling away, around the poles stuck around me, I slip down the hill in my underwear.  I can't run, but I can drag my parylised leg behind the soft cover.  "Hh h hH!"

I grin, "Uh huh?" answer my phone.  "Yeah?" hold it out to check the navpoint, "Kay, soon's I can."

I don't put up any resistance, let her throw me over her shoulder, and carry me to the jeep.

Liggett {F Solo}

I drive through CK, check it out.  Low on gas, there's a station, not much else, so I take the back roads, run it dry, and hike back.  {Good, you were paying attention.}  That way, they think I kept going, back country, maybe on the nearby trail.  "KhnhnH!" I snicker, and walk in, early morning.

Wish I had a beard, RnhnN! I stop, look up, start walking backwards, stick out my thumb.  NnrH!

"Hnh!" drop my arm, and keep walking.  {Pancho?}

Packed up, in the back trout pocket.  Vest, jumpsuit under the loose jeans, hanging over the boots, sleeves cut off under the vest.  Shirt's probably tied around my waist. rnNH!

Cross the street, turn around, arm, and thumb out.

Black jeep, skull white grill, Benedict drives Kenny by, looks like Barby in the back seat.

Put my head down, drop my arm.

Apparently in a bit of a hurry, they ignore you, keep driving.  Through the plastic tent window in the back, you see Barbie's head turn.  {She doesn't tell them, giggles to herself.}

"hHN!" let out my breath, and don't even turn around, just walk the other way, cross the street, try to hitch out.

Oh shit, Sherriff, put down my thumb, is Hitching illegal in WV?  He turns the corner, and I sigh with releif.  Wiping my face, I keep going.  That Kenny, he's the real tricky one, don't got no handle on him.  Like that creepy doctor, he brought in to Examine me.  I don't like feeling likeat.  <Now look, we did that scene, Liggett, and Dr. young.  It creeped ME out!>

Turn the corner, the Sherrif's car is long gone, barely slowed down.  "Hey, Tory." step out behind you, only slowed down enough for me to tuck, and roll.  Wasn't till we got back to town I got it out of Barbie, what she thought was so funny.  PDrt! narcodart to the ass, and the other side, PDRrt!

"AHN!" stumble, "Nt!" fall mid stride, crumpled up the shoulder.  Curled around, hugging my arms.

Desprately clutching your weapon, no doubt.  
PDrt! bicep, PDrt!/s

"Hnh!" nice muscle mass to soak it up.

Open my phone, but keep the gun aimed with my other hand.

Mandy {GM NS}

{Thanks Jody, I got it from here.}  DNG!

General store, how quaint.  Grociery, Drugs, some plain clothes, cept the [Masanutten] logos, and trinkets all packed into the rooms of what was once a large house.  American gothic, Victorian, trust Liggett, and her sidekick to leave a trail of victims to follow.  "Help you find anything?" the old lady behind the register caught up at the soap aisle.

"Hh," I slip my hand out of my purse with my wallet.  "Got any maps?"

"Over here," I grabbed one.

"How 'bout a bathroom?"  Literally, the curtain was pulled over the tub.  I locked the door, sighed, and pulled out the hair dye.  Brown, right next to the black I reached for, looking around before she found me.  "Hhn!" counts as a description change, and maybe some sunglasses from the front counter.

While I waited, I opened the map, found Masanutten, and the red line of the AT.  "Cottonmouth KillS?" I giggled, off the way the girls headed.  I turned on the hot water, hung my hair over the side of the tub, and wrinsed it out.  See if she charges me for the hairwash, it'd darken like that if I wasn't a natural blond.

"Let's see," she glanced at the door, "Hat, sunglasses, is your hair wet?"

"Sorry," shrug, "Long time on the road."

"Passing through?" there, not likely.

"Just hiked down from Delaware,"

"With the map, it's $23.50." I pocketed the buck, and quarters.

"Thenks," ding!

Drdrd,.. some guy's motor, around the corner, white van, I freeze.

"Hey, 'Mandy," RDRD...

Billy {MG Capt}

DRD,,, "need a ride?" as little more than my muzzle, and eye around the corner of the open door as possible, "Don't make me run you down."

She looks back from the corner, legs already setting to split.  "HhH!" she puts her hands up.

"Get in."  Eventually, she thought to ask, realized we weren't driving back east.  "An UNDISCLOSED LOCATION," I chuckled, she's a survivor, I'm not worried for her.

"Were's Keith?" she looked around from the passenger seat, belted.

"On a Mission."  {See \Kyoto Knight: Comming soon.}
