K/V: Victim
Name: Julia Brooke
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See pic
Scene: Julia, on a field trip in the mountains, finds herself separated from the rest of her classmates, and ends up getting lost.

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When the seemingly-endless barrage of bombs and shooting ended, and the news of surrender pulsated across the formerly-prosperous Fort Simmons, many of its' residents believed that the worst was over. Many of their neighbors thought they could get on with their lives after two weeks of constant terror; even if their side was defeated, as very few residents of Fort Simmons had any love for their incompetent government, the atmosphere seemed ambitious. The post-battle seemed to be particularly hopeful for Hailey Cook and her daughters when they emerged from their makeshift bomb shelter to find their home relatively intact. Their optimistic outlook would be cut short when the enemy’s forces began its’ occupation of the town.
The family immediately set out to typical household activities. Lisa and Mary, her seven-year old twins, were playing in the living room. Her middle girls, twelve-year-old Nadia and fourteen-year-old Lilia, decided to take a bath when they realized the water was still running. Her oldest, seventeen-year-old Katie, went up to her bedroom to sleep. Hailey herself went to make dinner, and that’s when she noticed a several soldiers were marching down the street.
When she first saw them her only thought was to cover the windows, mostly due to the fact that she and the twins were just in their underwear; they had forgone the rest of their clothes to keep them from getting too dirty, and since it was just girls down in the shelter. As she went to close the window, however, she saw two of the soldiers pull a young woman from a house across the street and throw her to the ground before firing their weapons into the back of her head.
Hailey stood there watching as soldiers forcefully entered her neighbors' houses, and killing any occupants that resisted. Then she remembered her daughters as two female soldiers approached her house. The defensive mother grabbed a small handgun and rushed to the door, where she stood with her eye on the peephole, watching the two soldiers approach her walkway.
The women turned and started walking towards her house. In the heat of the moment, rational thought fled Hailey’s mind, and instead of shooting from one of the windows, she choose a more confrontational and unwise move. The front door swung open, and the furious mother ran out in her bra and panties firing at the soldiers. One of them, a petite lady with bright red hair and freckles, was struck in the right breast by the first bullet, and then the center of the forehead by the second one, before they could respond. The two girls were taken completely by surprise by the suddenness, and both would have gone down if Hailey’s luck continued. When she turned her fired on the other one, the gun only made clicking sounds; there was only TWO bullets in this thing she thought to herself as despair overtook her.
The second soldier regained her composure in a blink of an eye. Hailey’s last thought, as she observed the woman who was now aiming an assault rifle at her, at the woman’s angelic and youthful face, and sleek black hair, how her soon-to-be killer could hardly be much older than Katie. Then the soldier opened fire, and pain filled her existence as at least thirty bullets tore through her belly and chest. Hailey dropped to the ground, writhing and coughing up blood; it took only a few seconds for her killer to draw a handgun from the holster on her leg to send a bullet through the back of her head, but from Hailey’s perspective those few seconds before oblivion seemed to last several days.