It had been a pleasant day in Eastern Slav Republic. The sky was clear, offering a breathtaking view of the sunset as it cast variants of colors across the horizon. Something nearly anyone might find appreciation in.
Something.. a particular group had absolutely no concern about.
The poorer neighborhoods had only just begun receiving the care they truly needed after the outbreak a couple years ago. Rubble still lined the streets with the occasional homeless squatting beneath the remnants of shelter clinging together. Families were huddled in the small homes that survived, but many more were left in temporary shelters leaving many bitter and resentful.
Many blamed America.. Russia.. and the former President with fierce resentment. They didn't see the prosperity blooming in the streets, or the luxury of having a proper home to go to every day after work. They saw the grim atmosphere they were left with while those in the nicer areas were given extra attention to get things back in order.
Such things can lead to very uncomfortable situations.
Violence had become somewhat common. Gangs.. Activists. It never did truly end.
This is where Temperance had made her mistake.
She was a lone, American woman who'd gone into some of the less savory parts of town to follow up on a lead. What she didn't know was it was a false lead. Someone had either planted it to draw attention to the poverty ridden neighborhood, or it was simply a prank someone thought clever.
She found herself pinned against the wall of a larger building, once a merry shop owned by an older couple, now nothing more then a vandalized shelter people sometimes snuck into to keep warm.
Around her, five men and a couple women stood with guns and knives drawn. Her hands were raised as they glared at her. One man stepped forward, broadening his shoulders and stepping with attitude in an effort to intimidate the smaller redhead.
Tempy however, was a retired soldier. And while she knew she could take one, if any of them decided to jump in, she knew the fight would quickly become very nasty for her.
The man shoved her roughly against the wall, "Filthy American bitch." he said coldly, "Come bad time, no? We show you proper way to treat trash like you."
"Hey whoa.." Tempy felt her back hit the wall with a frown, "Listen.. I'm just some tourist who got lost.. Y'know.. Not trying to get into any fights."
The man turned slightly, and laughed as he pointed at Temperance. He turns back, pressing his hand against the wall on one side of her head, leaning down close, "Tourist.. You smell like.." he sniffs, "..something else."
Temperance blinks, lifting her arm to smell herself with a puzzled look. "Hey, I really don't know what you mean. C'mon.. Lemme just.. mozzy on out of here and you guys can go back to--" Her head snaps to the side feeling a hand come across her cheek, slowly turning to face the man again. "That.. was really rude."
Just as the man was readying another strike, Temperance jut her knee up square into the man's lower region. Seeing him curl down, she draws her hand back, fingers curled and slams her knuckles against his temple sharply essentially knocking him out.
Just as she was readying to step away from the wall, the guns were raised and two more would approach, "Aw come on! 6 against one is pretty unfair."
Three would approach her in full, two managing to grab her as one just starts to punch her repeatedly while the others kept their guns trained and ready to fire.
Sometimes.. she forgets how people can be in the everyday world. She'd spent way too much time dealing with the undead..
