Snippet #2487230

This man was rather odd. Who in their right mind wore a hat like that in the wasteland. It was downright hideous. And when was the last time it was washed? Such odd things to think when life flashed before the eyes, but that was Bandit for you. If she were to die, she wanted to die with questions in her mind. Feeling the pain of death didn't sound fun. She wanted to escape that feeling. She wanted to at least die with a smile on her face or a quizzical look on her face. Still, that hat just had to go. Wait, who was she to talk! She was wearing a cowboy hat. They were in Texas so it seemed fitting, perhaps too fitting. She really was falling into that stereotype thing too much, wasn't she. If only she were a good little church girl. Snorting at her own thought of believing in God, the blue eyed miss rolled her eyes.

Within time, the stranger from above seemed to open up a bit. Or at least enough to tease her. His statement was honest in nature, though. A lot of people did question her. Perhaps Bandit wasn't as good a name as she thought. Again, with the questions and self-doubt! Feeling rather pathetic, the blond found herself scoffing. "Bandit sounds better than Itty Bitty Titty Committee." Glancing down at her underdeveloped breasts, the woman growled to herself. Curse her for being small! She wanted to at least be a 34B. At least it would be something to show off. Instead, her breasts would give her no such pleasure. She would simply have to depend on her ass. Too bad it was squished below her weight and completely useless with his stranger. Not to mention, a booty call hardly seemed fitting in the middle of the desert. Oh, and she forgot that her life was fluctuating. If this guy proved to be a trap, she would be a goner for sure. At this point it was very obvious that Slasher wasn't coming to save her. She was going solo for here on out. At least until they crossed paths again.

A tiny pouch landed in the dirt beside her. As the sand sprayed up to hit her face, Bandit coughed. God did this dry heat such or what! She was parched and in desperate need of shade. Not wanting to pass up a second of looking at the pouch's contents, she pulled the thing near. And when she opened it, her jaw hug ajar.

"The heck is this?" Dumping some of the powder in her hand, she leaned into it and give it a good whiff. Nose feeling funny, she tried to suppress a sneeze but couldn't hold it back. The powder in her hand flew up around her face and into her eyes. Swatting the air as if it were a fly, she started to panic. Just what was going on! Was this guy trying to drug her with cocaine? Oh god. She could feel the world starting to spin. Was it the lack of water? The bright sun beating down on her? Or this mysterious powder?

Eyelids heavy, the blue eyed wanderer fought to keep them open. As her body swayed, life and energy drained from her. With each passing second, she started to fold forward. Finally, fatigue and dehydration set in. Collapsing over herself, the sun baked her dry and left her roasting on the hot sand below. Unconscious, she wouldn't stir until liquid entered her system, for right now her body was conserving energy. Until night came, Bandit would lay motionless.