RAIDER 1 (O.S., cocky)
"Someone's up ahead."
RAIDER 2 (O.S., chuckling)
"Just grab the gear and go."
RAIDER 3 (O.S., low growl)
"Let's Kill the little fucker and get outta here."
Juno just stared.
Cold now.
Focused.
They emerged from the shadows—three of them.
Rusted weapons. Filthy grins. No plan. Just blood in their teeth.
One had a lead pipe—dented and slick with old stains.
Another spun a bat wrapped in barbed wire, letting the metal whine in the air.
The last flipped a switchblade open and shut like punctuation.
RAIDER 1 (grinning)
"Well, well. Hey fucker—hand over the gear and we might let you live."
Juno stood slowly. Raised his pistol.
Calm.
But tired.
JUNO
"C'mon, man. I really don't want to do this tonight."
RAIDER 2 (laughing)
"Tough shit, kid."
JUNO
"…Alright."
BANG.
The bat-wielder screamed.
Fell backward, blood pumping from a shoulder shot.
+10 XP
Juno's hand twitched—just a blink—
BANG.
A bullet sliced past his ribs. He gasped, flinched.
BANG.
The second raider dropped—dead before he hit the ground.
+10 XP
The knife-wielder was already moving.
A blur of metal and fury.
They slammed into the dirt.
Knuckles cracked bone. Juno's lip split open.
Fists. Elbows. Panic.
The raider was faster, stronger. Wild.
Juno clawed for anything—
The dart gun. His fingers closed around it.
THWIP.
The dart punched into the raider's neck.
Spasms. Snarling. Still fighting.
Too close. Too angry.
Didn't know he was dying yet.
Juno rolled, got one knee under.
Felt something—
Rebar.
He gripped it. Raised it.
CRACK.
Once.
CRACK.
Twice.
The raider went limp.
A stillness more final than silence.
+10 XP
Juno collapsed backward, breath ragged.
Hands shaking. Blood dripping from his nose, his fingers, someone else's cheek.
Then—
Rustle.
A shadow too close.
Too late.
The fourth. A woman. Burn-scarred, fast.
She moved like she'd done this forever.
Blade. Flash.
Pain exploded in his left arm.
JUNO (gritted)
"FUCK—don't—"
She lunged again.
THWIP.
The dart hit center mass.
Her body locked up, muscles jerking violently.
Still alive. Eyes full of hate.
Juno stared. No breath. No words.
Just decision.
He gritted his teeth, lifted the rebar—his arm barely responding.
Brought it down.
Hard.
+10 XP
EXT. COLLAPSED OVERPASS – LATER
Juno stumbled back to his bag gripping his bleeding shoulder.
Every muscle screamed. His left arm soaked in blood—warm, sticky, endless.
He dropped to his knees, vision tunneling.
Fingers scrabbled through the pack—
Jerky.
Scrap wire.
A broken scope.
Nothing useful.
Nothing to stop the bleeding.
Then—
Plastic.
The stimpack.
It slipped from his hand.
Clattered to the dirt.
JUNO (barely audible)
"No…"
He fell against the wall. One arm dead, the other trembling.
Dirt caked under his nails as he reached—
Stretched—
Almost—
Got it.
Needle.
Arm.
Push.
The stim hissed.
Warmth spread.
Not comfort.
Just a halt to the dying.
He slumped against a slab of concrete.
Eyes half-lidded.
Breathing shallow.
Sweat turned cold.
Alive.
Still.
JUNO (hoarse)
"HOLY SHIT….This is my world now."