Chapter 1:

  The full moon hung in the sky illuminating the town Little Chalmette, a small town built in the post-apocalyptic ruins of the once larger city it takes its name from. Walls built up surrounding the town protecting it from random wild animals, mutations and raiders.

  In the center of Little Chalmette sat The Last Drop. For all intents and purposes it looked like a combination old west saloon and modern dive bar. Drink flowed and food was served

  On this night the calm was shattered by a body flying through the saloons window and into the street followed by the sound of a bar brawl. All too soon the pounding of boots and the guttural shouts of town law enforcement could be heard. A moment later the door swung open heavily. In walked three Deputies who quickly scanned the room.

  They expected to see destruction. All the signs of your typical fight. This has happened before and these deputies were no strangers to it. Especially because of one person in particular.

  True to form they saw three figures laid out, sprawled on the grimy floor, moaning softly. Blood seeping from fresh wounds. And just beyond them sat Alicia.The woman at the bar was big. Broad shoulders, long red braided hair and a red bandana tied around her head. A slight green tint to her skin. Her ears came to a point and two small lower teeth barely jutted from her mouth. She had a build like a muscular female pro wrestler, and she was proud of it. At her hip instead of a gun rested a large crowbar, with the name Wyatt engraved on it.

  She didn’t bother looking up from her drink. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips. She merely took a slow sip as the deputies just stood there, taking everything in.

  “Alicia Frakture, why am I not surprised you’re involved.”

  The voice caused Alicia to look up from her drink.Sheriff Sheila Dashwood shoved the Deputies out of her way, and stepped forward. A grizzled but mildly friendly looking woman who at this moment was rubbing the bridge of her nose. Scars can be seen on her face and arms, and an eye patch covered the now empty left eye socket. Her hair graying and her handmade rifle in her grip.

  “Do I even want to know?” She asked.

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  Alicia picked up the drink,looked at her and smirked as she raised the glass. Dashwood knew that smile usually meant trouble.

  “Nomad jerk grabbed my ass so I bounced his head on the bar a couple times. His friends didn’t like that so they came at me,”

  She paused for a moment to take a drink.”They’re over there.” As she motioned to the pile of broken and bloody bodies. Taking another drink as Dashwood motioned to the pile, the officers went over, checking the group of bodies. She could not help but notice there were small drops of blood on Alicias face and her bandana.

  “They’re not dead, promise.” She said as she turned back, looking at the bartender and motioning for another drink. The bartender nodded nervously and quickly poured another for her. As the drink is handed over Dashwood stepped in and put her hand over the glass before taking it. She took a sniff, her reaction instantaneous as Alicia looked up, slightly perturbed. “Jesus, Are you drinking this or stripping paint?” She asked before she handed it back. Alicia took it and gave her a half glare.

  “No one asked you to drink it.” She said before taking a sip.”Besides, not like I can get drunk or anything.” Alicia just sat there drinking as Dashwood looked over. The Deputies nodded as if to say the other people in the fight were okay. Battered and bruised but okay. Dashwood looked at Alicia.

  “You know I gotta take you in for this.” She shook her head. “Now I know you are really good about giving trouble to me and my boys, so just this once come quietly.” Alicia sighed as she lifted the glass and took a big swallow.

  “You know this is self defense right?” She said before she slammed the glass to the bar, shattering it. This move surprised Dashwood. The deputies moved quickly, as they drew their weapons and pointed them at her.

  “With the groper, yes and he’s gonna be dealt with after he gets taken care of by the doc.” Dashwood waved off the deputies as Alicia continued to sit. The deputies still held their weapons.

  “They want to join the pile,right? I’m still feeling antsy.” Alicia said calmly while motioning to the deputies who again raised their weapons. Dashwood stopped waving them off and just looked at them. The look on her face was one the deputies knew well and they slowly re-holstered their weapons as Alicia continued to drink. “Good answer.” She said as she finished her drink. A few moments later she felt something was suddenly off.

  Her head began to wobble a bit. Alicia sat there, her eyes closing as drowsiness began to take her over out of nowhere causing her to wobble. Realizing she had been drugged she looks at the sheriff. Her words slurred as the wobbling increased.”Bitch.” She growled a bit, before her head stopped wobbling and slammed to the bar. Dashwood stepped up and moved the glass away and slowly patted her head.

  “No choice kid, couldn’t risk the property damage.” As two deputies came forward and dragged her off to jail.Dashwood looked around and sighed before ordering her men to clean up whoever can’t walk out on their own.