Mikka Leylla Bventura's Story

"Alright, on your feet!" The captain yanked the filthy blood stained tunnel rat to his feet by the collar. The man wailed and whimpered still grasping at the place where his ear had been, The captain grabbed one of his blood spattered wrists and yanked it behind his back followed by the other. "You're coming with us to answer a few questions about where my comrade is and exactly how many of you cretins are down here."

The captain growled threateningly into the man's good ear as he tied his hands behind his back. Aside from the constant wailing the man made no sign to show he heard, understood, or cared about the Captain's threat. Captain didn't care, the man would grow to fear them in the end. He wadded up a peice of scrap cloth that he tore from the man's own clothing and stuffed it in his mouth to shut him up. "Hey, doc, he won't bleed out on us from the ear will he?" He called over his shoulder then he turned to answer Marcus' inquiry. "We're going back up. Too many wounded to go splitting up again and I want to learn all I can from this cretin about where Camper might be. I want all of you who don't need patching up to grab a meal and check supplies for torches and the like. It's getting dark soon and those tunnels will be pitch black, anyone with enhanced sight is going with us as soon as I get a peep from this guy."

It was just as the group reached the stairs up that Captain heard movement. He stopped the group and signaled for absolute silence. He flattened against the wall forcing the captive to stay with the group and crept over to grab a look at the man that was ascending towards their camp. "Marcus. Knock the guy out he looks like a scavenger from the surface." Christ threats are popping up everywhere all the sudden....maybe I made a mistake bringing the group here.

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Meanwhile in Camper's cell, the awful looking man had gotten to his feet. He was tall and thin but somehow a threatening aura manage to emit from his rickety frame as he drew a curved knife from his belt. The filthy blade glinted weakly in the dim glow of backup lighting. He ran his knotted, scarred fingers over the flat of the blade, eyeing Camper with a filthy glare, drinking her image in with his strange clouded eyes. "You're a beautiful girl, you know. I don't often have a beautiful girls visit me here. Usually it's filthy men. That's alright though.....I will only enjoy carving you out more....if you don't tell me what I want to know."

He approached Camper and crouched until he was face to face with her. His cat claw sharp knife scraped across the skin of her brow and down the side of her face to her jawline, his rancid breath blowing into her face with every steady breath he took. "How man of your people are there?"

Leylla finished skinning the animal she recently caught. The animals are getting more cautious., sooner or later she would have to move to another hunting ground and leave the animals at peace for a few months. She proceeds to debone the animal carefully, leaving the bone on the legs, stowing the rest of the meat in a small plastic pouch. She placed the skin in a makeshift bucket with a strong smelling, yellow solution. That should set the skin, she could make another leather patch with it once it's finished. She chuckled, she knew saving piss would come in handy.

There was the sound of tires crunching on rocks and the hum of an engine from the distance. Leylla's ears strained to hear more sounds. She stayed low and hidden behind the foliage, you never know if they're fast on their feet and start attacking before asking questions. She peeked out the small openings to see a bike closing in from the distance. The person riding it seems to be following a trail.

'Transportation, she may be part of a group,' She turned around and swiftly started packing away her supplies. 'I can ask her to guide me to another hunting ground, then i can leave.'


Grabbing the bloody legs, she packed everything into her motorcycle and drove after her. As she gets nearer, Leyla chucks one of the legs at the bike hoping that she would slow down enough to hear her.

"Do you mind if i follow you to the next hunting ground? I would appreciate it if you don't attack." Leylla accelerates to catch up. "I'll bail once i'm there, I just need to move to the next grounds."

'Almost home...' She sighed happily at the thought of sprawling out by the cook fire.... and being able to get out of her Combat gear. The armor was comfortable enough and did it's job well but as someone who didn't enjoy fabric the armor was just that much more irritating.She was settled into the ride when something in her ticked. She turned her head to see a animal leg being hurled at her.

' What the shit!'

She avoided the dismembered limb by swerving and drew her side arm, blind-firing over her shoulder at who every just chucked the leg at her.

' What kind of attack was that?'

She thought as her head rattled from the muzzle blast from the pistol, damn thing made her ears ring. The sound of the .45 going off echoed in the ruined city, odds are the camp would have heard it. Her teeth hurt with how loud the thing was just beside her ear.

'Mental note, find a better way to do that...'

She took a sharp turn away from the camp, now moving perpendicular a mile or two down from it, they might have heard to gunshots. She raced down the old street, nimbly avoiding cars as she tried to get some distance between the two of them. She'd turn and draw on who ever it was. after she was roughly out of sight she pulled off to an alleyway and picked up her battle rifle off the front of her motorcycle.

She moved quickly back to the mouth of the alley way and set up a hasty ambush, waiting for the Motorcycle to find her.
Her heart was pounding in her ears and neck, she could feel her pulse race against the confines of the armor. With both eyes open she gazed down the sight of her rifle, her eyes strained for anything, any movement what so ever.

'Breath, relax... ' She had to remind her self, she was getting to worked up and she knew it. ' control... You are in control here... ' She inhaled deeply and exhaled through her nose, slowing her heart rate bit by bit. She took a knee and rested her forearm against the building she was using as cover, to make a sort of human bipod to help her keep steady. The adrenaline and panic made the sight jump about but she felt more confident that she did five seconds ago.

Leylla drove to the left to avoid the incoming bullet just to be safe; whoever's on that bike has a formidable shooting arm, but shooting so close to her ear must have disoriented her. It was probably a warning shot; It was shot without aiming that she didn't really need to drive away She continued to tail them, and blinked as they rounded the corner.

Determined, Leylla slowed down and reached over to the long strips of cloths. It would be risky but this wouldn't be the first time she used this maneuver. Tying two of the strips on the handle that can be tightened and loosened by pulling one end and the other respectively. Holding both strips in one hand like a rein to a horse, Leylla leaned back and groped around for a clamp, which once found is attached to the throttle with it's handle pointing towards her. She grabbed the folded tarp and bit it.

Taking a deep breathe, Leylla lifted her leg up and placed it on the seat doing the same with the other on the motorcycle. She positioned her body into a crouch and and tied the strip of cloth behind her on a metal rod to keep the vehicle steady. Leylla raised herself herself to a tentative fighting stance, centering herself. She placed a foot on the seat of the sidecar and applied pressure downwards on the clamps handle. She quickly looked around the sidecar for a tarp as she approaches the alley way. Leylla flicked the clamp handle up to ease the speed down. Finding the tarp she flicked it out like a matador's muleta in front of her. She spread out the tarp, taking care to unravel as much of it as she can on time.

As she neared the entrance to the alley, Leylla crouched down and jumped as the mouth of the alley appears. She used the tarp as a net of sorts to trap the mystery person under and to give her time to talk. Leylla used her feet and arms to keep the person's arms and legs pinned. Sitting on their shoulder blade area., she wiggled her face to get her hair out of the way.

"Look, I'm sorry that I'm doing this, but I really do need your help to get to the next hunting ground. I just want an escort and the knowledge that you won't shoot me as I follow you. That's all, really. Once that's done I'll go." Leylla said all this in a quick yet legible manner. She remained in her current position until the person under her gives the signal that she won't shoot.

Conner heard the shifting of rocks coming from the tunnels. He hoped that it was the group returning. “Hey Duchess, did you hear that? I think someone’s coming up through the tunnel.” He walked over really quietly and stood next to the entrance, his sword drawn and ready. He heard a group and an individual judging by the footsteps he heard. He heard the group stop while the individual continued to come closer. He signaled for Duchess to train the turret on the entrance. A few seconds later he saw the figure coming up the stairs and he emerged from the subway stairs. As the guy carelessly walked by, Conner swung his sward bringing it just inches from his neck. “Who are you and why are you here? And you better talk fast, or my friend over there is gonna put more holes in you than Swiss cheese.”

Meanwhile, off in the distance, he heard the sounds of two engines, one was a motorcycle, but he couldn't tell what the other one was. He knew that Girl scout would soon be here and there would be backup if they needed it. He also figured the group was the people who had gone down earlier. This guy didn't stand a chance if he thought he was gonna raid the camp.