"Great, I'm going to enjoy breaking you, slave. Soon, you'll be my little pet. Let's see what's behind those rags."

I was in bad shape, I had to do something. By stripping me, she would find the gun I had stashed and I wouldn't have a chance to get out of this mess. I couldn't let that happen. 

 

 

            I gathered my last strength and hit her ears with my palms. It was enough to throw her off balance. I drew the gun hidden in my pants and shot her twice in the stomach.

"Back off bitch, don't touch me!"

 

 

            I hurriedly grabbed her remote, I've had enough electroshock for a while. The raider boss crawled to a wall, squeezing her stomach. I held her at close range, with the remaining bullet in the revolver.

"Damn, hurt by a fucking slave. I was too reckless..."

"Any last wishes before joining your buddies?"

"Yeah, I hope you suffer you filthy slave! Someone will get you, remember that."

"And he'll face the same outcome as yours, bitch."

 

 

          The car now pacified, I searched the other booths. I hit the jackpot with one of them. A couple of stimpaks (I could use one right now), a metal chest piece, metal leg wraps and a sniper rifle that used .50 caliber ammunition. With this equipment, no raider was ever likely be able to resist me.

 

 

            I also found some pants and a knife. Damn and obviously no shoes in my size, it would have been perfect... I geared up with all the equipment, tied my hair and opened the next doors. I was ready to fight, despite the collar firmly tightened to my head.

"Let's go, bring it on!"

 

 

          The landscape had changed, we were now in a dry area. The sun was even hotter in the afternoon. The raiders had set up a small camp where they discussed and ate. I could see them from my spot, hidden behind cargo crates. I apologized for ruining their little party, but I needed some practice targets to train my new toy.

 

 

          The sniper rifle did fearsome damage. Even with chest protection, the raiders fell in one shot. I didn't bother aiming for the head. While I was fighting, there was another fight a few cars away, between a convoy of trucks and the locals on the train. I recognized the symbol on one of the vehicles, Gunners. Were they trying to take over the train too? I didn't care, I eliminated the last survivors and jumped on the truck.

 

 

            I came back on the train, killing every raider that blocked my path. It had become too easy, but the bullets were running out. I took the high ground, as the next cars could only be entered from above.

 

 

            It was time for the big dive. All the raiders were dead and I emptied my last magazine. I only had the revolver hidden in my breastplate plus the knife. I prayed for the collar not to react in the water or I was doomed.

 

 

            I reached the ledge. I was so filthy that the water didn't clean me. Luckily the collar was a real little technological gem, nothing happened. I was starting to get exhausted from the whole train ride, but I still had a few more cars to go. 

 

 

          The last cars were not occupied. Maybe because of the Gunners' assault ? It didn't matter, I still had a bit of walking and climbing to do. I stepped onto the ladder of one of the cars to get a view from the top.

 

 

            I was almost there ! I could see the locomotive, three cars away. The catch was that I noticed a man guarding the door to get inside. He seemed to have a long melee weapon, I had a knife. The odds were not on my side but I always liked being the underdog.

 

 

          The fight began. I managed to dodge his first heavy blow by ducking. The raider was fast and agile, I needed to match his level to beat him. But first, I had to get closer to bring my knife within reach. 

 

 

            I tried to stab him in the throat, the raider countered my attack with his STOP sign. He thought he had the upper hand on me, that he was going to crush me like the lowly slave that I was. All it did was make me willing to do everything to take him down. 

 

 

            I used my knife stuck in his melee weapon to kick him in the balls. This was enough to destabilize him. I had no qualms about playing it dirty, especially since I was at a disadvantage fighting barefoot. I turned this weakness into a strength.

 

 

            To finish off the staggering raider, I jumped on him, shoving the knife into his chest. Gravity added to the train's speed finished the job. Fuck him.

 

 

          The train had slowed down and then halted completely. I had reached the last car before the locomotive. Inside, I found some rounds for my revolver, finally! The day was ending, I didn't know where I was, a transit station maybe? I heard noise coming from outside, primitive shouting. The last raiders would soon meet Calista the warrior.

 

 

            I discretely walked towards the place where the noises were coming from. Oh my God... The raiders had formed a circle and beaten the slaves to death. What was wrong with them? I was irritated, no one deserved to die like that. I only had 6 bullets and there were about a dozen shitheads in the ring. Maybe the station had some heavier stuff to clean up the area.

 

 

            I retraced my steps and found my happiness inside a cart. 

"Well, well... That should do it, hehe."

 

 

            I moved with the minigun towards the raiders in the circle. When they saw a threatening slave girl with a heavy weapon, they started to hide. The bold ones wanted to attack me and that was their last mistake of their pathetic existence. 

"Taste my wrath you bastards!"

I fired until I ran out of rounds. This is what happened when a barefoot woman had a vendetta against raiders. 

 

 

          They were all dead. I dropped the minigun and joined the circle. As I walked among the bodies, I heard a voice coming from a wagon.

"Hey! Is anyone still alive? Please come or she will die!"

 

 

            I got into the car. Inside, an enslaved man was kneeling down and handcuffed. He was so tall that he was almost my height while on his knees. 

"Holy crap! Are you okay? It's clear outside!"

"Thanks sister! Untie me and grab Katy in the back, we need to get out of here! She's the only one who can get our collars off."

I didn't notice her, but she was the girl in critical condition. We had to act fast.

 

 

            I took the handcuffs off the giant. He watched outside while I dragged the little girl towards the car doors. The man helped me off to climb down. Not far away, a pack of raiders stormed their way into the circle.

"Looks like we have company. Quick, grab Katy and run to the orange wagon! I'll hold them off. Try to save her okay?"

 

 

            I heard the giant and the raiders fighting behind me. I sincerely hoped he would win, but now I was in charge of little Katy, who was barely breathing.

"Hang in there kid, I'll get you out of this! Just keep breathing! Everything will be okay, I promise!"

 

 

END OF PART 2