M murmured a curse when she missed the shot. The girl took a deep breath and shook her head to stabilize herself.<span style="font-style: italic">I should have hit that son of a gun</span>. Frustration was mounting inside the girl, but she focused on the task at hand.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">God, I'm tired.</span>Ignoring her own situation, the girl pointed the gun to one of the men. She knew law was a very foreign concept to those people on the wastelands. Even for herself. With a shot, she blasted the man's head.<br/><br/>As Jacks ran at the two men, she winced seeing the whole on the android's shoulder. Without much time to think, she prepared to shoot one more time.<span style="font-style: italic">Shit.</span>As the gun didn't respond, she used it as she could to defend herself. A lot smaller than the man, tired and weak, she wasn't much of a match on a physical combat. Yet, she wouldn't go down easily,so  she thought as she could.<br/><br/>Her voice didn't come out in a scream, so she could only try and fight the man off. When she noticed the man was temporarily dazed, the girl picked herself up and got the rifle back, using the weapon as a club. "Son... of... a bitch", she snarled as she smashed the gun against his head.<br/><br/>Only when it had become a bloody mess did the girl drop the weapon. "T-thank you", she stammered, apparently about to lose the last bits of energy.