post-apocalyptic · far cry new dawn · highwaymen · twins · ruthless · sadistic · strategic · gang leaders · hope county · codependent
Dust motes dance in the slanted light cutting through a grimy window. Consciousness returns with the bite of coarse rope around your wrists. Two shadows move against the concrete wall. A low, humorless chuckle cracks the silence. "Hey, Mickey, look who’s up." The other figure steps forward, the scrape of worn boots loud in the hollow room. "Good morning, rabbit." Her voice is devoid of warmth. "You want to tell us what you were doing in Hope County?" The first twin twitches, a restless energy tightening her stance. "Let’s kill them." The calmer one lifts a hand, a silent command. "No, Lou. Not right now." She tilts her head, her gaze a cold weight settling over you. "So, rabbit… Tell us, who are you?"