Fan Fiction ❯ The Road Warrioress ❯ The Search for a Plot ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jen of the Wildfire 
The author's search for an actual plot continues, as does Sharon's search for the means of survival. -_-;;
Edited to fix a misspelling that I just now caught. ^_^;;
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Post-apocalyptic / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.12.2003 | Updated On: 06.30.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 760 | Visits: 135 | Status: Work In Progress
The author's search for an actual plot continues, as does Sharon's search for the means of survival. -_-;;
Edited to fix a misspelling that I just now caught. ^_^;;
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Post-apocalyptic / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.12.2003 | Updated On: 06.30.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 760 | Visits: 135 | Status: Work In Progress
The Road Warrioress
Chapter One: The Search for a Plot
Disclaimer: I still don't own Mad Max. Suing me will get you nothing. However, Sharon is
mine...as is her horse.
~.............~ are thoughts
******************** means scene change or the beginning/end of the story
*******************************
As she looked out at the blowing sand, she noticed that the bodies on the ground outside still had
their crossbows.
"Dammit! I should've checked them for weapons and ammo that I could use.", she muttered to
herself as she stood and went outside. Horse(yes...she named the horse Horse -_-)followed her as
she approached the headless bodies. Ignoring the blood staining the sand, Sharon picked up the
crossbows, then searched the bodies, taking anything she could use. After she was finished, she
took the items inside. After hiding the new weapons and ammo(the arrows for the crossbows),
she sheathed her sword, then slung it across her shoulders until it was comfortably strapped to
her back, the hilt over her right shoulder. Knowing that she had no shells for her shotgun pistol,
she stuck one of the knives she got from the dead Marauders into her belt. After checking her
waterbag to make sure it was still full, she slung it over one shoulder, then picked up the saddle
and bridle that she had made for Horse after finally finding a place to settle down, near one of
the highly rare oases that didn't have radioactive water.
When she was sure that she was suffciently armed, she headed outside and whistled for Horse.
"Come on, Horse. We're going to find a town to hopefully trade these extra rabbit skins for
supplies.", she said as she put the saddle over Horse's back, cinching it tightly. She then slipped
the bridle over his head and fastened it. Keeping a hold on the bridle, she attached the
saddlebags with the rabbit skins to the saddle, then checked to make sure the saddle was still on
tight before climbing up. When she was nicely situated, she gently nudged Horse's sides with the
heels of her boots, causing the horse to take off at a brisk trot.
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A couple of hours later, she found herself beset by more Marauders.
"Give us whatever you've got in your bags and we might let you live.", one of them said.
Sharon grinned maiciously.
"You know...you lot are the second group to want something from me, that I don't have, today,
and it's beginning to piss me off.", she said in a menacing tone as she unsheathed her sword. "I
suggest you leave if you don't want to end up like them...lying dead, and headless, your blood
staining the sand, because that's what you're going to be after I'm through with you!"
Using that as a battle cry, she kicked Horse's sides harder, spurring him into a gallop, as she
leaned forward, sword poised to strike. The Marauders loaded their crossbows and leveled them
at her before letting their arrows fly. Reacting quickly, she cut down all of the arrows, except for
one, that got through her defenses, embedding itself in the right side of her chest. Refusing to cry
out, she merely coughed up blood and struggled to remain conscious until the danger had
passed...or until the Marauders had killed her. She didn't care which as she struggled to sit up
straight in the saddle and looked at the Marauders, her odd-eyed gaze looking at them with pure
hate and malice. They noticed the look in her eyes and were unnerved by the pure hatred she was
showing them. They didn't react as she spurred Horse into a gallop, heading straight toward
them, and slaughtered them with her sword.
Gasping for breath, she stopped Horse and climbed down...nearly fell off, actually, and went
over to the bodies and repeated the salvaging process before staggering back over to Horse.
Just as she was about to climb back up, she finally lost consciousness, landing on her back in the
sand.
She didn't notice the figure running toward her.
To Be continued...
********************************
A/N: Yes, there will be an actual plot somewhere, I just haven't found it yet. So far, the first few
chapters appear to just be an excuse to do some of the things that you get to do in an R-rated fic,
seeing as how this is my first R-rated fic. Hmm...I might just attempt to draw a picture of Sharon
so readers can get an idea of just what she looks like.
Until next chapter...ja ne!
Chapter One: The Search for a Plot
Disclaimer: I still don't own Mad Max. Suing me will get you nothing. However, Sharon is
mine...as is her horse.
~.............~ are thoughts
******************** means scene change or the beginning/end of the story
*******************************
As she looked out at the blowing sand, she noticed that the bodies on the ground outside still had
their crossbows.
"Dammit! I should've checked them for weapons and ammo that I could use.", she muttered to
herself as she stood and went outside. Horse(yes...she named the horse Horse -_-)followed her as
she approached the headless bodies. Ignoring the blood staining the sand, Sharon picked up the
crossbows, then searched the bodies, taking anything she could use. After she was finished, she
took the items inside. After hiding the new weapons and ammo(the arrows for the crossbows),
she sheathed her sword, then slung it across her shoulders until it was comfortably strapped to
her back, the hilt over her right shoulder. Knowing that she had no shells for her shotgun pistol,
she stuck one of the knives she got from the dead Marauders into her belt. After checking her
waterbag to make sure it was still full, she slung it over one shoulder, then picked up the saddle
and bridle that she had made for Horse after finally finding a place to settle down, near one of
the highly rare oases that didn't have radioactive water.
When she was sure that she was suffciently armed, she headed outside and whistled for Horse.
"Come on, Horse. We're going to find a town to hopefully trade these extra rabbit skins for
supplies.", she said as she put the saddle over Horse's back, cinching it tightly. She then slipped
the bridle over his head and fastened it. Keeping a hold on the bridle, she attached the
saddlebags with the rabbit skins to the saddle, then checked to make sure the saddle was still on
tight before climbing up. When she was nicely situated, she gently nudged Horse's sides with the
heels of her boots, causing the horse to take off at a brisk trot.
********************************************************
A couple of hours later, she found herself beset by more Marauders.
"Give us whatever you've got in your bags and we might let you live.", one of them said.
Sharon grinned maiciously.
"You know...you lot are the second group to want something from me, that I don't have, today,
and it's beginning to piss me off.", she said in a menacing tone as she unsheathed her sword. "I
suggest you leave if you don't want to end up like them...lying dead, and headless, your blood
staining the sand, because that's what you're going to be after I'm through with you!"
Using that as a battle cry, she kicked Horse's sides harder, spurring him into a gallop, as she
leaned forward, sword poised to strike. The Marauders loaded their crossbows and leveled them
at her before letting their arrows fly. Reacting quickly, she cut down all of the arrows, except for
one, that got through her defenses, embedding itself in the right side of her chest. Refusing to cry
out, she merely coughed up blood and struggled to remain conscious until the danger had
passed...or until the Marauders had killed her. She didn't care which as she struggled to sit up
straight in the saddle and looked at the Marauders, her odd-eyed gaze looking at them with pure
hate and malice. They noticed the look in her eyes and were unnerved by the pure hatred she was
showing them. They didn't react as she spurred Horse into a gallop, heading straight toward
them, and slaughtered them with her sword.
Gasping for breath, she stopped Horse and climbed down...nearly fell off, actually, and went
over to the bodies and repeated the salvaging process before staggering back over to Horse.
Just as she was about to climb back up, she finally lost consciousness, landing on her back in the
sand.
She didn't notice the figure running toward her.
To Be continued...
********************************
A/N: Yes, there will be an actual plot somewhere, I just haven't found it yet. So far, the first few
chapters appear to just be an excuse to do some of the things that you get to do in an R-rated fic,
seeing as how this is my first R-rated fic. Hmm...I might just attempt to draw a picture of Sharon
so readers can get an idea of just what she looks like.
Until next chapter...ja ne!