#7

Lily dove into the bushes as soon as the man had turned around, watching the entire scene of carnage unfold before her eyes. Samantha seemed well-trained and efficient, mercilessly dispatching of their captors. Lily clasped her hand to her own mouth to prevent the release of a gasp of fear, her eyes widening as bullets tore into the men's skulls and their former guard's flesh roasted on the fire; the smell of his burning carcass was so strong it felt as if it was singing her nostrils.

She slowly got to her feet, shivering a little as she watched Samantha scavenge through the equipment that had belonged to the raiders. She had absolutely no idea what to do. She knew that she should be grateful to her fellow ex-slave for saving her from a fate worse than death, but the ease and blase manner in which Samantha had executed four human beings was pressing against Lily's mind. Samantha was capable, but she was also extremely dangerous.

Anyone who could kill like that was clearly not right in the head. The choices before her were causing her to panic, her mind clouding with fear: should she run or should she stay? Remaining under the aegis of Samantha would surely help her to survive, but what if she was deemed a detriment to Samantha's own survival? How could she be certain that the fate of the men would not befall her?