SHANE
After a treatment session that lasted a ridiculous amount of hours, the scientists finally took their bloody needles out of my body. I hate needles. I hate letting the bad guys win worse though, so I let them take my blood. They are going to make a vaccine, though the trial and error stage will take months.
I returned to my assigned room at the bottom floor of Princess's watchtower to rest, but when I got there, I saw a letter on my desk. It was addressed to 'nurse Craven', because I was given a title other than 'test subject' by Princess. I read the message. Some chica called Peachy seems to think that I am 'fraternizing' with Princess, which I would if she wasn't ten years younger than me and American.
I have been called out to fight Peachy for Princess's hand. I'm not allowed to bring weapons...I'm fairly certain some of this message is written in blood, and that Peachy is a certified chalada. I decided against going, of course, and hopped right into mi camita to get a well-deserved siesta.
Turns out white girl was un poco too serious about wringing my neck. I heard her screaming my name through the door. I ignored it, but she was persistent. She kicked down my door using some crazy jujitsu, walked herself right on in without even asking and lifted me up by my hair. She told me that she had specifically stated the time we were to 'do battle' and that I was late.
She dropped me and stepped out into a small crowd of other survivors, then turned to motion me to follow. Bien. If she wants to fight, I will give her a fight.
PEACHY
This guy was 5'5" 120lbs of weak Spanish punk. I could take him anytime.
The match started off easy. I threatened his life. Told him to pray because he had no chance without -some- kind of supernatural force on his side. I also told him that he better make sure in his heart that my future wife was the one he wanted to steal. It's best to die for something, after all.
He said nothing the entire time; it was like he was studying me for weaknesses. That must've been why he looked so confused: I have no weaknesses to be found.
When I finally went at him, he caught each fist and kick in open hands. It was very annoying, so I swept his short legs. He fell swiftly and heavily, but stood back up. He wobbled, probably from the loss of blood, but shook it off and continued to stare me down.
"Fight me like a man!" I demanded. This seemed to awaken something in him, as he began to walk toward me slowly. He had his arms out still, hands open. My fists were up, but he didn't bother to attack my face.
He put his hands on my hips. I asked him what in the world he thought he was doing touching me like that, but he didn't answer. I was starting to get uncomfortable, so I pushed him away. What a pig! I pulled away from him, unable to fully process what he was doing, and he followed me. The crowd 'ooo'ed at me as I backed away. "But baby," he was saying. Gross!
I ordered him to not get any closer as I pulled my fists close to my chest, but he still edged closer, as nasty grin on his face. He was nearly close enough to feel the tips of my eyelashes when I felt an incredible urge to run.
I knew that, as a man, he'd fight dirty!
PRINCESS
With my new group, we all entered the camp. It was strangely booming with cheer. Right outside the watchtower, a crowd was carrying the new nurse, shouting hoo-rahs and throwing him into the air. I figured they'd be happy about that cure.
I stuck my hand out so that the four new survivors, Malcolm and Maurice, boys, and Carla and Angel, girls, wouldn't follow me. I told the crowd to break it up and that we'd be having a feast later to celebrate our recent victories. Our chef Lima had made sure of it.
As the crowd dispersed, I heard what sounded like gunfire. It echoed off of each building and then off the dome and back again. The survivors knew they weren't allowed to fire weapons inside! I looked into the crowd - many of them were just as confused and concerned as me.
I demanded to know who did that, and they all simply looked into the open doors of the bottom floor of the watchtower. Very few of my people were allowed in there, and as I counted those who were out in the crowd, I knew it could only be one person: the warrioress. What could she have possibly needed to fire a gun for? I told the onlookers to stand back as I went in. If anyone was going to be shot, it'd be me.
I went in, climbed the stairs and looked around. It was silent as death upstairs. Something was very wrong. I opened the door at the end of the upstairs hall. Nothing. Peachy's room was the second room and I knew she was in there. I opened the door to find a blown open skull, and blood splattered in her bleached hair.
The gun was still in her hand.
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