Name: Amelia Yuzuki
Age: 17
Description: See image. A "hafu", born to a Japanese woman and American father. Sex addict, very carefree attitude
Type of Death: Murder
Scenario: Jilted ex boyfriend breaks into her home after school




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The battle of Nuevo Laredo was long and vicious, but eventually the biker militia guarding the town was driven out into the badlands, leaving only scattered pockets of resistance. The imperial forces soon overwhelmed even those few brave men and women, stringing the poor souls up from the lamp posts, or just plain shooting them as they surrendered.

Jane stumbled into the bright mid day sun, wincing as she put pressure on her wounded leg. The soldiers prodded her forward with their rifles, and she bit her lip and limped up to the wall, determined not to give the bastards any satisfaction. She made a concerted effort to ignore the pile of corpses dumped to the side, many of them her friends, and focused on the wall. She stared at the bullet holes pockmarking the surface, and the still wet spatters of blood, and despite herself, felt the bite of fear deep in her soul.

"Alright fellas, I drew the short straw, so I get first dibs on her corpse!", a soldier hollered, to the laughter of his mates. He loaded a single round into his rifle and shouldered it, aiming it straight at Jane's back. Sweat poured down her forehead, dripping onto her heaving breast as she waited for the end.

Jane didn't even hear the gunshot that ended her life, only the impact that felt like a 2x4 slamming into her. The round nose bullet punched in between her shoulder blades and severed her vertebrae. The bullet encountered muscle and flesh and mushroomed, carving a large wound channel through her lungs and heart, before exiting out of her left breast in an explosion of blood. The young woman fell forward, slumping against the chipped concrete and sliding down, leaving a fresh new streak of blood against the wall. More blood poured from the exit wound and from her lips as she coughed and wheezed, eyes wide in shock. Her killer walked up to her prostrate form and straddled her body, rolling her over to face him. Her deep brown eyes filled with tears as the soldier ripped open her shirt, revealing her perky brown tits and firm, muscular abdomen, warm and slick with sweat. He grabbed and squeezed her breasts, smearing her blood around her chest. Jane's body stiffened as she drew her last breath, her fingers clawing at the ground, then immediately went limp as she passed away, her eyes glazing over.