With little of her mind intact, Neeva decided to travel around the city's street around her apartment to make herself familiar with her surroundings. Neon lights, advertisement of countless items or tv shows , homelessness and drug uses for all to see. She wondered if her current location were a low income area or was the entire city is such pitiful state, in her wondering a strange figure in the distance was watching.



Unaware of their present until they were behind them, she heard a woman's voice '' Think fast!'' she had little time to turn around as she flinched and caught something heavy tossed at her. Confused she looked at the heavy item in her hand realizing it was an actual gun, her confusion turned to hostility forcing the barrel of her gun against the head of the unknown woman.




Instead of feeling threatened, the strange open her mouth and shoved the gun inside, her tongue caressing's the end with a amused expression upon their face. Angered Neeva shouted '' Who the fuck are you, what's with the gun tossing!? You want me to shoot you or something!?'' the unknown woman grin heavily at this threat '' pweeevvve dwoo''.




She couldn't get a clear answer with the gun lodged in their maw so she stepped a few feet away from them before demanding an actual response. The stranger looked at every inch of Neeva intrigued which made her feel violated, pulling on the trigger while aiming slightly off their head she had hoped to get them in a more serious mood. Unfortunately the nameless entity simply stared at the bullet hole '' aim a lil bit more to the right, i believe in you!''.





Fed up with her time being wasted she turned away preparing to leave, only for the woman to grab her shoulder and forced Neeva to look at their direction once again.





Yan: Name's Yan, fatty wanted me to deliver a gun to a large purple girl with a face needing seasoning hehe. Thought he made it up just to get me off his hair but there you are, a beautiful cooked killer!




Neeva: Fatty? Who the fuck is fatty and why are you so keen on getting shot?





Yan: Red fat Kyn who smokes cigar probably to make his tiny pecker feel bigger than it is. I wanted you to shoot me because i was curious if the gun was not just a prop, again not the first time he gives me fake jobs hoping i wouldn't return.






Having had enough she attempted to exit this interaction once again though it was easier said than done. Yan began to tag along '' You can walk away all you want but i have a question for you girlfriend'' she felt the gun placed against her head once more '' Do not call me girlfriend ever again!'' Neeva snarled.





'' Why do you even need a gun anyway girlfriend? You gonna shoot an enclave for stealing your can of clams?'' asked Yan ignoring the warnings imposed by Neeva. '' None of your business stupid bitch, now stop fucking stalking me you got your job done anyway'' said Neeva trying to gain some distance, underestimating the determination of Yan once again.






'' Oooh i get it now, you wanna be a mercenary! Cute but impossible sadly'' said Yan, Neeva halted turning around angered '' Why the fuck not!?'' she yelled '' Who would lend a job to a no name scav? How about i tag along, you can get all the credit i just want to kill my boredom''.





While Yan acted immaturely there was weight in what she said there, she did notice people staring at her like she was a freak, unwanted. She assumed it was due to her appearance, but she did overheard one of the passerby calling her a ''scav'' whatever it meant. She had no money, no memories of her past and was a fish out of water currently, while this artificial psycho hounding her was not really a person she'd allow near her ever..... It wouldn't hurt to just play along for a while, see if anything positive could end from this ''alliance'' right?

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