[h2][center]Zoe Bell[/center][/h2]

Zoe had survived more than enough close calls to count, but she doubted this one. The rifle fell over her like a scythe, menacing and able to claim her soul at any given moment. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, yet instinctively she was driven like any creature to survive, even if it meant continued existence in a cesspool. She had thought about sweet talking her way out, playing to her male captor’s weaker side, but as much as her pursuers were, as far as she was concerned, scum of Earth, they weren’t stupid. If anything, they’d have their way with her on their terms, and it wouldn’t be pleasant. But as hope seemed to escape her and she considered trying her luck, another two men had become noticeable. They seemed to appear from the shadows, one in hunched, animal-like movements as if preparing to pounce, while the other preached some nonsense of her sins. Were they working together? It was all too sudden for her to process, no less the abnormalities in their appearances she had completely disregarded. Instead, as her captor’s head turned, followed by his rifle to the masked man approaching him, an opportunity seemed to present itself. Concerned only for herself, Zoe’s eyes widened as she grabbed dirt, tilted her body, and slung dust into the armed man’s face. He fired a burst of reactive shots that appeared too awkwardly angled to hit anybody, before attempting to readjust himself with weakened vision. At that point, Zoe jumped up and tried to tackle him with no success, instead being blindly thrown back down. Her pistol was still out of reach, and the threatening sound of other men shouting quickly became audible. The other soldiers had heard the commotion and were already returning having barely made any ground. A smoke grenade shortly followed, and Zoe found herself crawling to her belongings. Nothing else mattered right now. As the fight unfolded around her, she had no idea what might happen to the other men, forced into combat because of her actions. But at this moment in time, in the frenzy of survival, she wasn’t so sure she cared.