"Raiders?" Jinny went very quiet and still, as if the bad people could be called to their location just by saying their name. "...I don't like raiders." Her black eyes went from calm to stone cold. She wondered, briefly, if the same raiders who'd killed her father last year were still around.

Being a child, she'd been inside for a great deal of the attack. But a few had broken through, and with no one to look after her during, little Jinny had slipped from her father's house. She didn't get far, really, because a raider was fighting her daddy. Her daddy! That big mean ugly man with red fuzzy hair and a nasty looking scar. Like someone took a knife to his face and yanked hard. 

Before Jinny knew it, she was pitching rocks at the ugly redhead, rocks that did little but annoy the man. It gave him just enough of a bother to turn and look at Jinny, and her father took that brief lapse to stab the man in the back. That usually killed people. But not this one- he yelled horribly and turned back to Jinny's father, and... and....

The sound of the gunshot would echo in her ears forever.

Jinny didn't realize she was clutching her ears, in real life, and was shaking. It wasn't even cold outside. There were tiny tracks of tears on her face, now, cutting through the layer of dirt. "..." She let out a tiny whimper, her mind stuck in the past.