Penelope locked the trailer door as it was pelted with paint balls and water balloons filled with, what was assumed to be, pigs blood. She crawled across the trailer to get to her gun, almost getting shot by paint balls as she accidentally crossed a window. She managed to grab her gun, and pull on her mask before running to the back room of the trailer.
There was a window right above her parents bed, big enough for Penelope to pull herself through. She hit the glass with the butt of her gun, and pulled herself through. She sat on the edge of the window on the roof of the trailer, as she pointed her gun at the fuckers who were trying to steal her territory.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" She shrieked, causing the paint ball clad teens to cower and run away from the crazy bitch pointing a gun at them. This wasn't the first time they had tried to chase her off, but they obviously kept forgetting the gun.
"Daft cunts." Penelope muttered to herself, as she put the gun down next to her, and checked herself for any serious injuries. Nothing too bad, just a scrape on her elbow that would be a little annoying to deal with. She grabbed her gun again, jumping down from the roof, and stepping on broken glass as she climbed off her parents bed.
The whole trailer smelled like dust and rotting food, which wasn't very much fun to live in. Penelope had thought about leaving this pile of garbage rotting here in the junk yard, and maybe give it to the Lonely Hearts Club so they'd leave her the hell alone. But she couldn't, where would she go? She'd be killed within the first week. So she stayed in the trailer...
Deciding she deserved a reward for fending off the parasites that were the Lonely Hearts Club, Penelope made her way to the kitchen, reaching into one of the many beat up cardboard boxes and pull out a package of Twinkies, smiling to herself as she opened the plastic and took a bite, savoring the obviously overly processed treat like it was the best thing in the world.
Liking the new renovation she'd made to her parents bedroom, Penelope walked back down the hall and pulled herself into the roof again, eating her snack as she stared at the rotting junkyard that used to be her home... Tropical Storm Trailer Park... Now it was just piles upon piles of scrap metal and fragments of someone else's house.
Penelope frowned as she thought about he things were before this, before the "Rapture" as the Lonely Hearts called it... Her family was happy, she had finally stared doing better in school, her brother was off at college, life was good... Then all of a sudden an earthquake swept through, making her parents and grandparents disappear... Leaving her alone in this fucking metal piece of junk alone.
She had tried calling her brother, Peter, but after a week she gave up, giving into the idea he'd been taken out too.
Every wipe out after that, Penelope waited, she wanted to be taken to wherever her parents were, where she wasn't alone, she wanted to get wiped out if it meant she could talk to somebody... Anybody.
But every wipe out came and went, leaving Penelope behind.
And every time she'd scream and cry that it wasn't fair...
But all that crying and screaming didn't change anything, so her she sat, eating a Twinkie through a broken window.
