[color=fff200][center][h1]Jenny[/h1][/center][/color] [hr] Jenny's neck snapped back into place, and she sat upright with a start. What was she doing? She was in her same shitty room in the same shitty compound, lying on the seedy mattress she had in the corner. How had her neck gotten broken? It wasn't usually this hard to remember after a resurrection, though admittedly the empty bottle in her hand may also have had something to do with the gaps in her memory. She stood up, kicking aside a heap of electronic parts she'd dug out of the trash and left on her bed, and reflected for a moment on how fortunate she was to not have a hangover - a product of the whole 'having just been dead' thing. Maybe that was what had happened: she'd broken her own neck to give herself a forced several hour nap. "Next time, leave a note," she muttered to herself. Her clothes had no clues either; she was wearing sweatpants and a stained Hello Kitty t-shirt, which suggested little beyond the fact that she hadn't had much to do yesterday (like every day). She quickly changed into a clean shirt, put a beanie on, and stepped out of her hovel into the courtyard of the compound. "Hey," she called out, not really expecting a response, "Did anyone happen to murder me last night?" Unsurprisingly, the answer was silence; either her neighbors weren't listening or they were all desensitized to her screaming nonsense at them. Honestly, it was 50/50 either way. Jenny shrugged, running a hand through her hair. Well, it wouldn't be the first time she'd woken up dead with no explanation. Maybe it was a sign that life in this miserable fucking place was taking a toll on her, but she'd done about all the investigating she cared to do. Jenny turned and began skipping towards the compound's 'plaza', so denoted because it was slightly spacier and marginally cleaner than most of the Freak Slum. Might as well go see who else was around and what they were up to. She glimpsed a peacekeeper standing guard in full uniform on the fence nearby and extended a middle finger in his direction, calling out to him in her sweetest affectation, "Hey, good looking. Wanna come back to my place and strangle me? I bet you woooouuuld!" He made no sign of having heard her, his eyes fixed ahead, and Jenny giggled as she skipped away.