Slatyr [0010]

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Narrative of how I'd understand the character's archetype:

Her widow's might of a silenced pistol would serve the group wherever options are limited; additionally, the respective artillery posed by her Knight or rook would make easy work of the stragglers. The mutant had a childish nature about him - such observable potential made her horizons appear not-so narrow as back in the boathouse...

Boston's Medical Center Station had clearly seen the worst of societal collapse, so far by her estimates; moreover, she'd be loathe to venture into the hospital above. These Commonwealth raiders would prove a cunning group; notably, one less organized, yet their traps clearly had some very evident planning behind their placements.

Gunshots from her interim long-gun would always draw attention, yet for the right savage to be down-sights - the inevitable hearing damage would grant early returns, while the instant interest could be seen through her taking back the would-be skull fragments of her own life.

In her dreams, she'd try to place the face of her child's kidnapper, only once coupled to the guilt of losing her husband, her frayed psyche could only ever strain to carry such burdens. She'd awaken asking herself a singular preponderance: would she even survive long enough to find closure from such an undertaking..? The trauma is too overwhelming to bear...

As much as she'd despise the cowardice of her procrastination, the man she'd pride as her husband would take his time devising a more methodical and strategic approach of such circumstances...

What to do...