Despite the lack of police response, Clara had no desire to linger. She doubted the pack would take long to select a new alpha and come back in force. That problem needed to be avoided, but made a vow to deal with them later, if the opportunity presented itself.
Amongst the wreckage, Clara found a few basics for survival: Shells for the double barreled shotgun which were stowed away in her coat; a black nine-millimetre pistol with four clips; a twenty-two calibre with five extra clips; and some sort of combat knife.
She slipped the blade in her right ankle boot, while the pistols were safely stowed around her waist. The clips were easily concealed inside her coat pockets, a useful activity since she found that girl’s emergency bright-red lipstick. Clara was not worried about drawing attention, everything was stowed away nicely without leaving behind any telltale lumps.
The last item she found, was a phone, an item that recognised from modern movies. Fortunately for her, that this particular phone had not been secured by its previous owner.
“This might come in handy later,” Clara said.
Clara paused before heading back out into the night. She looked at the young woman sighed, lowered her head, and walked to the back of the bar. With a bit of rummaging, she found the chit book, and quickly used that to scribble down a note.
Her final act before leaving, was to untie the woman, and cover her up with a tarpaulin salvaged from some saddle bags. Immediately to the side, she left a set of scavenged clothes, although they were too big for either of them.
“Better than nothing,” Clara said before walking out in search of that soul who needed her help.
Atop the set of clothes, sat a note she left behind. One written in a clean and precise lettering that said:
To answer your question, it was a matter of survival. I understand if you can’t find it in your heart to believe me, let alone forgive me. I’m not sure if I could, if the tables were turned.
I know you will be tempted to follow me in the hopes of avenging your father. Know that I will do everything in my power to defend myself. If we do meet in battle, and you are victorious, then understand that I am sorry for any pain I caused you.
On a side note, you have a wicked flair for fashion and makeup. Given different circumstances, we might have been friends.
Disclaimer: This chapter is currently in development. There are likely typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. Please do not treat this as a polished and completed work!