Savage. In that moment she was a savage. The knife the hunters were too drunk to remember to pick up was clasped tightly in her hand, and she was savage. The hunters did not see her at first when she escaped from her cell and was out to kill. In this moment she had left behind the kind person she used to be and was ready to kill. She stood behind the first man and brought the knife up to the front of his neck and as she pulled the gun from his belt she ended his life. In that moment it was easy for her, she was acting on instinct and a remorseless fury.
The hunters were covered in the spray of blood from the man's neck and she pointed her gun at the next man. Without hesitation she pulled the trigger. Even now her hand was steady as she turned to the third man who had only a knife in his hand. Before she could shoot he loosed the knife and it hit her straight in the shoulder at the exact moment he crumbled under his own weight.
Her fury only grew as she cut up the last two men with a surgical precision. She remembered all the horrible memories these men gave her and didn't care that now they lie dead in their own blood. As she scaled the ladder and made her way from this horrible place, she felt the adrenaline fading. The pain was coming back and she kept limping forward. The sun was rising and she had to make it to the road, at least to the road.
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