An adult bookstore sat tucked away in the distance. Super mutant corpses lay scattered in front of its entrance, freshly killed by an unknown assailant. Their deaths were recent. Very recent. Riley stopped to examine the rooftops and any alleyways for potential attackers. Whoever held the element of surprise was the victor, and the girl was not foolish enough to be caught off guard. 'Hmm.' She was alone. Or so they wanted outsiders to think. The young lady eyed the trail of bullet shells and empty magazines that littered the floor. She plucked a shell from the floor and brought it close to her face, studying it. '5.56mm caliber round. So they're wielding an assault rifle.' Whoever this person was, they were unconcerned about obscuring their tracks. It was more than obvious they decided to take a little detour inside of the bookstore. Riley bit her bottom lip in anticipation and smiled. This was too easy.
Stepping over the massive dead bodies, the mercenary quietly opened the front door to the establishment, Beretta in hand. Upon taking a quick peak inside, she surveyed the store front of the loft. The first floor appeared to be empty -- she didn't buy it. Crouching down onto her knees, Riley crept inside the bookstore and gently closed the door behind her, careful not to make a single peep. A bookshelf lay knocked over on the ground with shards of broken glass spread about the floor. Books, magazines and posters covered in illustrations of sexy ladies were sprawled haphazardly around the room. Most of the paraphernalia was soiled, however, burned beyond readability and recognition. 'Wait -- What was that?'
Noise.
Riley ceased examining her surroundings and focused on the commotion coming from inside the store. She could make out the sounds of a man's voice, but it was faint and she strained her ears to listen. He appeared to be talking, or perhaps holding a conversation, but she could not make out a single word of what he was saying. The man certainly sounded like he was having a good time, letting out a throaty chuckle every so often before falling silent. She waited for another voice to chime in and answer in response, but it never came. So he was talking to himself, then. Keeping her weapon steady, Riley crept towards the origin of the noise. Whoever decided to set up shop sat around in the manager's room out back. As she soundlessly pushed the door to the backroom open, the female stared fixedly at her prey. She really pitied the guy -- he wouldn't be leaving the bookstore alive. His attention was focused on one of the raunchier pin-up magazines, blind to Riley's presence. She flashed a crooked grin.
What a ******** moron.
Drawing bullets on him would be a waste of ammunition. After all, pigs were to be slaughtered like cattle. Holstering her handgun, Riley silently drew a combat knife from her boot and sauntered directly behind the man. She paused as she watched him grunt and go about his business, blissfully unaware of the predator that stood right at his heels.
"Like what you see?" murmured Riley, licking her lips lasciviously before running her free hand through the gentleman's hair, gently caressing his head. Without warning, she clenched her fingers into a tight fist and held an iron grip on his mane.
"What-- What the ********]"
He stood no chance.
The mercenary did not hesitate to plunge the blade of her combat knife deep into his throat, carving him open like a Thanksgiving turkey. He let out a muddy, garbled cry, choking on his own blood as his trachea was torn open. It did not take long before he fell limp on the desk before him. Carving what cuts of meat she would have from his body, Riley sunk her teeth deep into the chunks of sinew, savoring the taste of his firm, supple flesh. What was that old pre-war saying? Oh, that's right: you are what you eat.
Her lips were stained crimson by the time she finished her breakfast. Wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her arm, Riley casually exited the bookstore, leaving the butchered carcass behind. The girl seemed much chipper and amenable after having been fed, and returned to the campsite with a pep in her step. 'Aah.. Aha, ha ha ha, that hit the spot..' Joel seemed to have ditched the nasty Pork n' Beans for some real food and roasted slabs of what seemed to be Yao Guai meat over the fire. Good for him.
"You went hunting, I see? That is good to know."
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