Kriss remained prone on the ground, coughing, desperately trying to recover her breath. Her breasts were like in fire, even if the armor of badges pinned on their skin was offering some kind of modesty.<br/><br/>After much struggling, she managed to get back on her feet. She felt drained of energy, pain was wracking her, but now she reckoned that she was much closer to the Battery territory. Her chances to meet someone from her clan were higher. Only a couple tough raiders dared to enter Saint-Patrick land but where she was now was more of a free zone, scouted and scavenged by both parties. Hope was what made move her aching legs again and hobble toward the south.