You begin to approach the sobbing woman slowly.
"It's alright ma'am. I won't hurt you." She's sobbing too much to notice you and you reach her without incident.
You slide the small revolver towards your bag.
You grab her elbow.
"No don't!" She thinks the worst but you pull her out of the piss puddle.
"Alright I won't." you let go immediatley as soon as she gets on her feet, and back away.
She's just staring at you now. Without the chaotic atmosphere you can see her more clearly in the light.
She looks like she's in her late 20s or early 30s. Her body type is petite but her breasts are large. You haven't seen her ass yet...but her face.
"Do you know my daddy?" It finally hits you. This is Mandy Mowat.
"No. Are you Mandy?"
"Yes." She speaks as though she's a child in a pricipals office, embarressed
and pouty after being caught red handed with elementary contraband.
"Why are you here? Who are you?"
"I'm . I was scavenging for supplies and machine parts for my family." You point at the generator and your black bag. "I thought this place was abondoned. I didn't know any one was here."
"Did you break the door?"
"No."
She looks behind you at your spoils.
"What did you take other than the metal box?" She doesn't know what the generators do.
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