#fight to survive {serena otto}

[ivory-forged-steel]

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[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Serena kept her gun aimed at the man who had walked up to her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him over, who the hell was this guy? He looked like he had walked straight out of a western. He looked like the people she had learned to avoid. The kind of men Troy would scare off with a single look. Serena was tough and stubborn, but she wasn't as scary as her late husband.

"Yeah, I don't really find that reassuring." Serena all but snapped at the man. She was tired, and she was done. She didn't want to give this guy an inch, she didn't have it in her to fight someone right now. But just looking at him, it didn't seem like a fight she could win. Serena looked tired, she looked dirty. Walking had littered her with dust, and she was a bit pale from lack of food. She had been living off of expired protein bars for a few weeks and she was running out.

"Of course, I checked the damn trunk, do I look stupid to you?" Serena glared at him taking a step closer. She always did have a mouth on her. But when she was tired and worn down her mouthing off and impulse control took a bigger hit than usual. Say the wrong thing and Serena was swinging at you without a second thought. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy braid. She wore a blue t-shirt and dark jeans that she stuffed into combat boots. The only weapons she had on her were the gun in her hand, and the machete on her belt. But that was usually enough.

Sery took a breath and tried to calm herself, she didn't need to get herself into something she couldn't get out of, "there is gas in the car. It just won't start. I can't get the engine to turn over." She swallowed and stared at the man, "Look I don't have anything worse stealing and I need the truck, so why don't you just go on your way and leave me alone, yeah? That way no one gets hurt."

Dangerous {𝒮𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒶}

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"Come on..." Serena let out an annoyed huff as she turned the keys in the ignition, it sputtered before falling dead. She tried again, and again, finding the same result each time.

"Damnnit!" The dark-haired woman hissed, angrily slamming her hand against the steering wheel. She had walked for days, maybe weeks, and this was the closest she had come to finding any kind of vehicle. She knew she was in a dangerous area...she had to get out of there before Serena drew too much attention to herself.

Another mumbled of a curse fell from her lips as she popped the hood of the truck, maybe there was something she could fix to at least get the car to run for a little while. She hopped from the driver's seat and investigated the engine. Serena hadn't gotten far before she heard it. Footsteps, the sound of a boot against gravel. Taking in a breath she grabbed her handgun from her belt, and quickly moved to the side, pointing the weapon at the person who was nearing the truck.

"Where the hell did you come from?" Serena demanded with a glare.