Set in post apocalyptic Nevada, a 29 year old girl suffering from burnout and years of trauma returns to her birthplace. Will her family and friends still be there? Will she find a home?
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"How did it come to this? Me fighting my own brother!" Aina yelled dramatically. She was pressed against an old gas pump, a few feet from DD.
"If we'd have met on a different battlefield, perhaps we still could've been siblings, friends even!" Scott yelled. He was pressed against DD's car across the old road, Trent was hiding in one of the rooms of the Clown Motel, watching Aina.
"We need to take them out DD, there's no other choice." The blonde haired girl nodded at Aina, and cocked her gun aggressively.
"Have you seen DD yet, Scott?" Trent yelled down to the parking lot, so Aina couldn't hear. He shook his head back to say no. "Shit."
"I'm going in." Scott said.
"I'll cover you." Trent said, cocking his gun with one hand like in an old action movie.
"Damn, nice cock." Scott noted.
"You said it that way on purpose." Trent complained as Scott smiled at his own joke.
Scott ran from cover towards Aina, who he knew from experience at the shooting range that he was a terrible shot. Aina began firing, the shots going wide of Scott as DD suddenly turned around the side of the gas pump. Scott realized he was in the middle of the road, fear filled his face as he knew his time was done.
DD looked down the scope, her open eye locked on target. She pulled the trigger with a click. The round flew true and impacted Scott in the chest. He spun dramatically before falling onto the old road, his body now limp in the moonlight. DD looked over to congratulate Aina, but when she did she found her partner downed.
"Aina no! She was so young!"
"It's just you and me now DD!" Trent yelled from his window perch. DD's hand was shaky on the gun now, could she really shoot him?
"I'm not sure I can do this Trent!" She replied shakily.
"Me neither honestly!"
"But we have to." She said, mostly to herself. She jumped from cover and opened fire, pelting the window, but Trent's cover was better, and soon a shot found DD's stomach. She coughed and flew forward, before landing face first on the Nevada dirt. Trent rushed out to her and took her hand.
"I'm so sorry DD." He said.
"No, it had to be one of us." Her hand went limp, and her eyes closed. The peace was suddenly interrupted by Scott's laughter.
"Nice job everyone." He walked over to where Trent was helping DD up.
"I really thought you were about to confess your undying love to Trent for a second DD." Aina was chuckling by the empty gas station.
"That was such a good shot DD." Scott was brushing paint from his solar gear. "You sure you've never shot a gun?"
"No, and I assume a real one is harder than paintball." She was brushing paint from herself as well.
