Name: Jane Nguyen
Age: 21
Description: Member of a biker militia, protecting a confederation of city-states in post-apocalyptic Texas. She’s tough, bright, and loyal to her comrades and her people.
Type of Death: Combat or Execution
Scenario: Her unit was decimated by forces of an empire expanding from the West, defending a frontier city. She takes refuge in town, using guerilla tactics against the invaders and arming civilians. Enemy forces eventually raid the house she’s using as a base.
A: She’s killed on the spot. Possibly raped, as well.
B: She’s taken to the center of town and executed as a warning to the rest of the townspeople.

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The woods beyond the edge of town were so thick that, even at high noon, light barely pierced the canopy. In the early hours of the morning, during a new moon, a curtain of blackness permeated the region. It was miles from the nearest road, and very few people ventured out there after the sun went down. Those woods were the perfect place, as far as a gang of rowdy teens were concerned, to hide out. They felt safe, that not a soul would find them.

Someone did find them, however; though, Jack very much doubted if he could be considered a soul. He found them back in town at a punk music festival and followed them around as they purchased, and shoplifted, food, supplies, and booze. They sat around on blankets, with a metal tin filled with the embers of the fire they lit hours earlier dimly illuminating their campsite, chomping down junk food and getting loaded. Jack was still watching off in the distant, sitting on a large rock and fidgeting with something in his coat pocket. He filled himself up on beef jerky and cheese, washing it down with soda and sweet tea.

He waited for them to pass out. They did, long after midnight; one at a time. The only one left awake, and the one who drew his attention to this group of teens in the first place, was a slim young lady with short blonde hair, and tattoos down her arms. She sat close to the center of the group, but, and seeing how she was the only one awake, Jack considered his chances of taking her without alerting the others. He waited instead, watching until she finally laid down. After a few minutes, he scarfed down the last of his jerky and made his way to the campsite.

Jack walked softly, stopping in his tracks for a minute each time he crunched a stick or leaf. He stepped over a few sleeping bodies, briefly stopping over a young Asian chick with long dark hair and big tits; he briefly considered taking her, as she was further from the center of the group, but continued onward to his original target.

Jack stopped inches from the young blonde and crouched next to her body. He leaned in next to her face and inhaled, taking in the scent of cheap beer and snack cakes coming off her breath as she snored softly. His lips met hers in a light kiss, slipping his tongue briefly sliding into her mouth and tasting the flavors his nose picked up moments ago, while his hand softly brushed aside strands of her soft hair. He broke off the kiss when she let off a weak cough, and waited over her as she shifted in her sleep.

“Shhh! Go back to sleep, sweetie,” Jack whispered as he softly caressed the side of her face. She returned to her slumber, while Jack continued feeling and massaging her delicate teenage body, moving down her face to her chest, cupping her medium-sized breasts through her shirt. He held them, squeezing them softly, and feeling her hardening nipples as they poked through the fabric.

“Such lovely little thing,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her before standing up.

Jack reached into his coat and pulled out the thing he fidgeted with the entire night; a small homemade crossbow, loaded with a long and narrow iron rod with a sharpened end for a bolt. He aimed it at her mouth and waited for her to open it as she drew breath, then fired. The rod shot through the back of her throat, piercing her brain stem.

The teen’s eyes shot open as a loud raspy gasp for air escaped her lips, and gurgled briefly as blood filled her mouth, before going quiet. Her body sporadically twitched.

Jack stood over his prey, watching for her twitching to stop, and ready to run if any of the others woke up. They remained asleep, aside from two that turned over when he fired his weapon, and Jack assumed they were far too loaded up on booze, and assuredly dope. the girl twitched for almost three minutes, before she laid still forever. A wet spot formed in the crotch of her shorts, her bladder having emptied itself as the life faded from her body.

For a few more minutes, Jack looked over his prey, and the group of friends she spent her last day with. They dressed in all black, wearing chains and spikes, with tattoos and piercings all around. They probably thought they were badasses, rough kids. Would they feel that way in the morning? Probably not, Jack was certain.

As if to demonstrate his thoughts, Jack pulled out an old receipt and another iron bolt. He dipped it in the blood pooling near the blonde and wrote “I almost considered you” on the back of the receipt, before placing on the Asian’s massive rack.

Satisfied, he left for the gang to discover his handiwork long after sunrise.