Halloween
She'd been seeing them more and more, as the days went by, until finally she quit going out of the compound altogether. Reavers were the one thing Saffron had ever been truly afraid of, for as long as she'd been a con, and she wasn't about to get herself mixed up with the likes of them if she could at all help it. Even the Alliance weren't a bat of the eyelash, compared to those gorram Reavers.
Problem was, day in and day out of sitting in the Compound got terrible boring after a while, and after a few days of it Saffron was fixing to about climb out of her skin. It didn't help that today, even in the compound, seemed downright chaotic, folk runnin' about scared of who knows what. If it was Reavers, and they had made themselves known to everyone, Saffron knew not even the Compound would be safe before long.
Making her way outside, she wasn't even sure where she was going. She didn't have to go far, though, before she saw the very thing she'd been trying to avoid for what seemed like months. Them. The Reavers. There were three of them, just off the path no more than ten feet from her, more nearby for all she knew, and Saffron simply froze, her eyes widening in fear.
She didn't have a gun, or any kind of weapon for that matter. She could hold her own in a fight, but fighting Reavers wasn't like fighting normal folk. She knew if she ran and they spotted her, they'd have to follow; it was just their way. So she stood rooted to the spot, her eyes never leaving the Reavers, and tried to figure what she ought to do.
Problem was, day in and day out of sitting in the Compound got terrible boring after a while, and after a few days of it Saffron was fixing to about climb out of her skin. It didn't help that today, even in the compound, seemed downright chaotic, folk runnin' about scared of who knows what. If it was Reavers, and they had made themselves known to everyone, Saffron knew not even the Compound would be safe before long.
Making her way outside, she wasn't even sure where she was going. She didn't have to go far, though, before she saw the very thing she'd been trying to avoid for what seemed like months. Them. The Reavers. There were three of them, just off the path no more than ten feet from her, more nearby for all she knew, and Saffron simply froze, her eyes widening in fear.
She didn't have a gun, or any kind of weapon for that matter. She could hold her own in a fight, but fighting Reavers wasn't like fighting normal folk. She knew if she ran and they spotted her, they'd have to follow; it was just their way. So she stood rooted to the spot, her eyes never leaving the Reavers, and tried to figure what she ought to do.