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Okay, time to count up the votes. One. Alright then. Julia makes a dash east to the valley, grabbing the rifleman's bag lying on the ground. Behind her the two raider gangs appear too b

4 Votes for option 1, and 3 for 2. Julia will do an in between of the two Before we start, I'd like to say three things - Firstly, I'm going away to be for family soon so I might not be able to u

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How about for the new character she's the badass type but gets easily embarrassed.  She has blue kind of spikey hair, an effect of large amounts of radiation she was exposed to as a child.  She wears a tattered gray scarf, a pair of short shorts (not too short though) with a belt and some goggles she never seems to use.  

(Idk about this next part it's really up to you)

Another side effect of the radiation is something she calls "flash bladder" (can't think of something more creative feel free to name it something else).  This makes her bladder contract and attempt to force out her pee at random times.  Most of the time she can stop herself from wetting but if she's to full it's inevitable.  

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Still no idea how to begin these, but I do know that the most popular option was D

I also know I've started work which means I can only really draw on the weekends, which means weekly updates. 

As for character suggestion from @Nikeryda, I do like a lot of your suggestion, but I personally can't stand unnatural hair colour, so she's going to have brown hair, not blue. Otherwise I've gone pretty close to your suggestion

Let's get on then

 

The four girls head down to the platform, through winding corridors and old tunnels, once used by passengers and staff but now re purposed for bureaucrats and living space. The tiled walls, once brilliantly white and perfectly ordered now a pale yellowish grey, with concrete patches where tiles had fallen off. The paved floor worn smooth by the constant movement of station settlers. Being so deep underground and so far from blast-zones, Underground stations were safe havens after the bombs had been dropped, meaning many station settlements had been occupied for all 200 or so years, not to mention their previous roles as actual stations. This gave them a well lived in appearance, and despite the concrete construction and the dim lighting, the station feels warm and alive as settlers go by their daily business. Goldfall station had once been the main transport line and storage facility for a local major bank - hence its name. This explained the storage rooms and infrastructure that gave the station so much more space than other stations might have. Of course the girls don't have too much time to really take all this in, as they head down the platform to the largest tent, three times the size of most others, and adorned with the station's insignia. Opening the door-flap, they step inside, meeting with the officer they had met before in the cells, along with an addition two.

'These are the girls?' One of the two new officers says in disbelief. 'They hardly look twenty, how can we be sending children to take something so important back?'

'And from such a dangerous place' adds the other new officer.

'I have made my decision' Begins the officer from the cell block. 'As the officer assuming command of the operation, I, Officer Leonhardt, declare these four to be our recovery team. They made it out of a collapsed tunnel without any signs of harm, they can make it out of this station of raiders and bandits'. Despite the looks of concern from the two officers at his side, Leonhardt seems determined in his decision. 'Now then' He begins, talking to Julia. 'Have you decided how to get into the station?'

'I, uh, we decided it would be best to rush in through the service tunnels. We figured the station won't pay too much attention to them, given that they're too small for any large group to get through, so we could rush through before they have time to raise any alarms'

The three officers look at each other and discuss the plan quietly, with Leonhardt and one of the others seeming to support the plan, while the third does not seem so certain. After a short discussion however the plan is agreed to.

'Officer Patton, send in one of our station's shock troopers, she'll accompany them through the service tunnels' Leonhardt tells one of the officers, before turning back to Julia and the others. 'We've decided that your plan could work, and we're sending you in. Your escort will make sure you are provided with armour and arms before you leave. You must be quick, mind. What this raider station has taken is vital to the commonwealth of stations order, so there's no time for dawdling.' Officer Patton returns with a girl, and directs her to Julia. 'This is your escort, Emily. She's one of our top scouts, she knows the tunnels like no-one else does. You're in good hands.' And with that the girls are sent out with Emily, back onto the platform. Emily wastes no time in bringing the four to the station armoury and providing the girls with light armour by the way of arm and leg pads, and a station made shotgun for the mostly un-armed Rachel.

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'Okay girls' begins Emily. 'We'll be getting to the service tunnels through the main line, they won't have anyone out as far as the first entrance, so we'll be in the clear until we're inside the service tunnels themselves. We'll want to run as much as we can, and shoot the second you see someone who isn't one of us. We want this to be an in-and-out operation, got it?' Though what Emily is saying is all thought through and sensible, none of the girls can quite take her seriously. To describe her as 'petite' would be generous - the girl is hardly more than five foot tall. She looks like a scaled down teenager. Noticing the looks on the girls faces, Emily's demeanour of command and order drops and is replaced by one of frustration.

'Look, I've lived near radiation all my life, it's stunted my growth, I'm more than capable of doing this sort of thing!' She blurts. 'How else do you think I made it this long?'

While none of the other girls really believe her, the station has ordered that she will escort them, and so, placing their trust in the good judgement of Goldfall's authorities, they accept her as their guide.

'Er, one quick thing' Pipes up Jess. 'Can I go to the toilet before we start?'

'No time' Says Emily. 'We have to get this done as soon as possible, every second counts'. And with that, Emily leads the girls back from the armoury and to the platform.

 

Running through the tunnels is loud, and so the group of five must walk. Julia's lack of shoes confines her to stepping on railway sleepers, as is with Rivera. Jess's shoes, having dried out, keep her feet from the gravel, as do Rachel's boots. Emily wears walking boots, made in the station. Around her waist she wears a pair of shorts and a belt made for holding shotgun shells. She wears a dark red t-shirt, and a blue scarf around her neck. She keeps a pair of pilot's goggles on her forehead, and thin metal plating strapped to one arm and both legs - The arm plate bearing a worn station insignia. The plates look thick enough to shrug off knocks and shrapnel, but would let even the smallest bullets through. Still, armour isn't Emily's top priority - Emily has learnt that it is best to hit first, hit hard, and hit before anyone has the chance to figure out what's going on. If the fight goes on long enough for the armour to play a role, it's usually time for Emily to run. Her custom built shotgun however makes sure that any fights are short lived - it has a sort of open cylinder that can hold 8 shells, and the gun is able to fire them in rapid succession, and eight blasts of buckshot is enough to deal with most threats. Though short, Emily is normally proportioned for a girl in her early twenties, albeit scaled down to the size of a girl in her early teens. Her bare legs and arms show that she's no stranger to excersize, without being a chunk of muscle. The right balance of being well-toned but low-weight that is perfect for scouting. She travels light too, carrying only a handful of extra shells and a hip flask - clearly she doesn't plan on any long-term stay or prolonged fighting, and to this effect the girls have left their bags at the station. They only have their weapons, armour, clothes, and spare ammo. Rivera is the exception - unable to hold a weapon, she carries a bag with water and first aid around her waist

While the girls walk down the tunnel, the topic of Emily's size is inevitable, and within five minutes of having left the station Julia can't help but bring it up, if only to change the topic from Jess needing the toilet.

'So, how old are you?' Julia asks her. 'Only you are-'

'Small, I know.' Emily interrupts. 'Like I say, radiation and living in tunnels, getting any bigger now would just be a pain. Going twenty next month though, if our calender's are still right'

'So did the radiation effect anything else? or just your size?'

'Well, everything about me is pretty small - small appetite, tiny bladder, you know. But it's good, it means supplies last longer for me.'

'Please don't mention bladder!' starts Jess, who by now is holding her crotch with one hand at most times. 'Any talk about that sort of thing and I could just burst!'

'Ha ha, okay we'll stop' Emily laughs. 'Anyway, this is the service entrance, so we have to keep quiet from now for as long as we can'

'How are we meant to be quiet with shotguns?' Jess hisses, hopping from foot to foot

'Once they know we're there we'll have to blast our way to what we need, but no need to alert them before we need to' Emily explains. 'Speaking of being quiet, take your shoes of Jess'

'What?'

'Your shoes, take 'em off. You hopping from foot to foot is loud'

'Can't I just pee somewhere?'

'No time. Shoes off'

Jess frowns as she bends to untie her laces, the pressure on her bladder skyrocketing as she does so, to the point she struggles not to let a spurt out. Wincing as she pulls the knot apart, she glances over to Julia. The girls have been in such a rush they've not had time to change, meaning Julia has a tale-tale wet patch down one leg. Seeing this puts further strain on Jess, who would gladly of wet the bed if she knew she'd have to hold on like this again. Rachel notices the strain on Jess's face as she struggles with the next shoe

'Here, let me' Rachel says to her, as she bends down to Jess's shoe and takes over

'T-thanks Rach' Jess says, straightening up, relieving some of the pressure.

Rachel finishes untying the laces, then slides Jess's feet out of each shoe. Using Jess's waist as a support, she pulls herself back up to her feet. Standing once again, she slides her hands into the back of Jess's jeans and looks her in the eyes with a grin

'You can hold on can't you?' Rachel teases her. 'Think about how good it'll be later' she adds, smirking. Jess can only blush and smile at this. As much as she's desperate to pee, Rachel brings her naughtier  side - it will feel great to go the more she holds on, even if she goes in her pants. Especially if she goes in her pants. Taking this perspective, Jess decides she'll hold on a little longer. With one last shared smile, Rachel breaks away from Jess and puts her shoes into Rivera's bag, and with that the girls enter the service tunnels

 

The service tunnels are poorly lit, even by the low standards of the metro. The occasional old light fitting casts a pale yellow light over faded concrete and signs from the station's pre-war inhabitants. Muffled, echoing conversations from deeper inside the station fill the air with a nervous sense of fear and anticipation, making the girls a little jumpy. Corridor to corridor, the girls travel without incident. Emily was right, these tunnels being so far from the station itself, and being so winding, were hardly worth defending. But Emily knew her way around tunnels

Without even a whisper, the girls stalk the tunnels silently. From dark corridor to darker walkways, the tunnels are mostly monotonous, though the air of tension grows as each new corner gives way to yet more un-guarded tunnels. Until

Footsteps

Emily backs up onto a wall, and gesturing with her hand, the others do the same. Using her fingers and hands, Emily conveys to the others that there are two guards coming nearby.

The footsteps get closer

By now Jess is clenching with both hands

The footsteps come nearer

The girls can hear the quiet conversation of the guards, a man and a woman

The footsteps draw to within 5 yards of the corners

'hold on' one of the voices goes. 'I just remembered something - gotta tell the boss about that shit we took from Goldfall' and with that, one of the pairs of footsteps trundles off, leaving one lonely bandit in a station tunnel. When the footsteps draw silent, Emily swings round the corner, pointing her gun at the guard - a young woman in khaki pants, a button-up-shirt and a gas mask. Gazing down the barrel of the shotgun, the poor girl promptly loses control of her bladder, hissing gently as she does

Not dropping the gun for a second, Emily steps forward, forcing the guard against the wall. 

'Hands on the wall' Whispers Emily, and the guard complies.

'Take her arms' Emily whispers to Jess, who immediately complies. She slips a crude pistol from the girls pants pocket, and bowie knife from the other, and jamming her hand down the front of the girls pants and into her wet underwear Jess produces a now very wet back-up knife. Fueled by adrenaline and arousal, Jess jams her palm against the guard's crotch, catching the stream in her fingers and making the girl wince

'Anything else?' she asks her as the guard's piss runs through her fingers. The guard can hardly gather the strength to shake her head, not drawing her eyes from Jess's for a moment as she does. Neither Jess nor Emily move, as Emily assess what she can about the guard, and Jess just enjoys the feeling of power and of the hot stream pouring into her hand. Waiting for the girl to finish having her accident before proceeding, Jess steps back and lets Emily take over

'You're going to tell us what you know about the package from Goldfall' Emily tells her, stepping forward and making a gentle 'splish' as she steps in the girl's puddle. This splish reminds Jess of her own bladder's situation, and she jams her hands back into her own crotch, bending at the knees and moaning as she does so. The guard hardly notices Jess however, and is quick to tell Emily anything and everything she knows.

'I-i-i-i'm just a guard....I-i-i-i don't know what they want with it!' Emily rotates the shotgun's cylinder to remind the girl of what might be in store. 'N-n-no, don't---' the girl whimpers, sliding down onto the floor, sobbing gently

'Let me deal with this' Julia steps in. Squatting down to the girls level, Julia puts her hand to the girl's chin and directs her face toward her own. 'Look, everything will be fine, so long as you tell us where to go, okay?'

The girl sobs gently again, but decides it's her only hope. 'O-o-okay, from what I heard t-they're going to keep it in the boss's tent until they can find a buyer'

Julia looks to Emily, trying to gauge a response. The look of concern on Emily's face implies that this is not good news. Emily gestures to Rachel, who too heads over to the girl. Taking the girl's belt from her soaking pants, she ties the girls arms together, making sure she's out of the picture. When she's finished, the five carry on down the corridors

Eventually the girls reach the last door, without incident once again. The last door is a large steel door, added after the war.

'Right, now things get hectic' Emily tells the others, who all nod. Jess now has her legs clamped together and is gripping her shotgun like a vice in an effort to hold her bladder back. 'Quick thing first' Emily says. 'Rivera, pass me the toilet bottle'

'The what?' Rivera asks

'The toilet bottle' Emily repeats

'You walkers have toilets in bottles?'

'No Rivera, she wants a bottle to pee in' Julia informs her. 'Rivera's not used to the idea of toilets yet' she then tells Emily, to no comfort at all

Emily looks at Rivera, who stares blankly back for a second

'Well go on!' Emily whispers harshly

'Oh! Right! The toilet bottle! Don't have one!'

'So what do you do if you have to pee?' Emily asks, directed mainly at Rivera but open to the others

Rivera thinks about this as if it is some kind of test, before proudly answering 'We wet ourselves!'. The smug look Rivera holds from remembering what she'd learned in the first station only annoys Emily, who turns to the others for answers

'Well...' Begins Julia. 'She's kinda right'

'Yeah, we've all had accidents these past few days' Rachel adds

'Pretty much exclusively' says Julia

The mutual agreement of the girls adds confusion to the mix of emotions Emily is feeling. 'I'm not going to just piss myself!' she hisses

'I might!' Jess adds, squirming and shifting her weight

'Look, I have to pee somewhere before we go through this door' Emily says.

'Why are you bringing this up now? You've been fine so far' Julia reminds her

'I have a tiny bladder! I get like a minutes warning before I-'

Emily drops her shotgun to the floor and jams both hands into her crotch, bending over at the waist. She shudders once, and a small spurt of pee is shot against her shorts, going straight through the fabric as if it were not there, leaving a dark stain where it had met the fabric

'D-don't...D-don't look!' Emily insists. Another shudder and a second spurt is forced out. Holding still for a second, Emily manages to regain her composure. She stands up fully again, now sporting a darker patch at the base of the zipper on her shorts

'W-what can I...Where can I go?'

Who can help Emily?

A - Julia - 'Quickly, pull down your shorts and go on the floor, there's nothing else to do!' (Emily is clearly shy about peeing in front of others)

B - Rachel - 'Let a little out for now, you can go later. None of the raiders are going to be too bothered about a little damp patch' (Emily wants to avoid wetting herself at all)

C - Rivera - 'Maybe if you unzip your shorts you could pee through the zipper hole! I've seen boys do it before!' (On the one hand, Emily isn't exposing herself as much, and she's making an effort to stay as dry as she can. On the other hand, this might not work and she'll just wet herself with an open zipper)

D - Jess - 'Just wet yourself now and get it over with! You've basically already started' (Emily doesn't want to wet herself. If she did she wouldn't be asking for a toilet, she'd be wetting herself)

E - None of them - Not able to think of how to help, the girls can only watch as Emily has to make her own decision. Or more accurately, the girls can only watch as Emily fights futilely against her bladder until she bursts

Watching Emily struggle, Julia is reminded of times that she's been in the same situation. Bursting to pee, no where to go, her bladder forcing her to release, the strength with which she pee'd the harder she held back, and of course, the results of peeing so hard. She thought back to that one time when she had spent all day out hunting with no where to pee. She'd been in that situation a fair few times, regardless of what she might have had written about her on page 4 in wonder-mart. What a hunting trip that had been - even though she hadn't managed to catch anything.

 

(I did say I'd do a bladder meter, I'll try to actually do a bladder meter) Julia - 20% Jess - 80% Rachel -50% Rivera - 60% Emily - 100% (Leaking)

 

Once again, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. 

Going to do a few quick polls about future chapters real quick, answer them for a chance to win a prize (there will be no prize)

New characters - should I add new characters to the group often or should I use reoccurring characters when adding to the group?

Genders - what should the female/male wetting incidents be? 1 being totally and exclusively female (which I've been doing will continue unless votes go otherwise), 5 being a 66/33 split, the 75 being female. (Male wetting doesn't do anything for me, but I feel that having first hand experience could make for easier story telling, and some people are into it)

What should the success/failure rate be when peeing? 1 being 50/50 wetting/peeing somewhere else, 5 being never peeing outside of their clothes. So far I think I've been going at a 3. I don't want to go below 50/50 mind you because then it wouldn't be *wet* in the wastelands, it would be *having an occasional accident* in the wastelands

For the bladder meter, should 100% be bursting point (like percentages are meant to work) or would you prefer a higher number (showing over-filling and sounding intense)

And of course, if there's anything you'd like to see, feel free to suggest anything

'Dimwitrolo!' I imagine someone asking.  'What's this hunting trip you mentioned'. Well, hypothetical questioner, I'm going to write a side-story about Julia from her past involving wetting and also a hunting trip. I'll link to it from here when it's done. As an aside to this aside, does this sort of thing interest you - would you like to hear stories from the girl's pasts in a non-interactive format, and if so, would you like them told from the 1st person, 2nd person or 3rd person?

As usual, choose your answer with a comment, and thanks for reading, and thanks for answering my many questions - I won't be asking too many more, I promise!

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Well to start with the story choice, A.

I would like to see reoccurring characters but new characters are an occasional must even in that case.

I would say 1.5 at most for the genders and maybe 4-4.5 for success/failure rate.

I am a firm supporter of true percentage.

Also, could the prize be a virtual high-five?

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Swiggity swooty I'm doing an update

Thanks for the feedback by the way, helps me know where to go and all that

Speaking of going...

 

'W-what can I...Where can I go?' Emily begs the others - She doesn't have the strength or time to think before she goes where she stands

'Maybe if you unzip your shorts you could pee through the zipper hole! I've seen boys do it before!' Rivera pipes up. 'Sometimes you see guys having to stop and pee, so they undo their zippers and pee wherever they need to!'

'Good idea!' Emily says - though really she'd say that about any idea better than 'just piss yourself'. Without any further consideration, she fumbles at her zipper, managing to slide it down an inch. It digs into the zipper and jams, so Emily frantically pulls it back, then pushes it down again. 'c'mon cmon' she mutters, as a third spurt hits her shorts. Again the zipper jams, and Emily pulls it up again. 'Last try!' she mumbles again - not that she wants to give up, she doesn't have a choice. Emily feels her bladder give way as the need to pee overwhelms any muscle strength left. Before she begins completely wetting herself she manages to yank the zip down to the bottom! 

The second the zipper goes down the stream of pee bursts from Emily - the crisp stream flying clear of her shorts and splattering on the floor.

I'm lying to you, it goes straight into her shorts. 

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The stream hisses fiercely as Emily's taut bladder expels it's contents out, splattering against the fabric of her shorts. Golden droplets splatter from the impact of piss on fabric, hitting Emily's thighs as they do. The girls stand watching as the stream cascades down the legs of the shorts, down Emily's thighs and onto the floor, splattering upward as it hits the concrete. Emily's expression is completely blank, as she looks down while she pees, as if she's expecting to see a stream fly forward. Instead the stream continues flying into her shorts and down her legs, soaking into anything it encounters - the elastic holding her leg pads to her thighs, the fabric of her shoes. Emily doesn't respond as the insides of her thighs are host to a hot coat of pee, running down and into her shoes, leaving only the tips of her ankles dry as the stream divides around it only to reunite below, before it is absorbed by her shoes. What her shoes can't absorb pools around them, two small yellow puddles around her feet, and a third in between where some of her pee has streamed straight from her short leg and onto the floor, a splattering sound accompanying it as it does. While having her accident, Emily looks up to Rivera, her face still blank. Rivera can only look back at her, meeting her gaze. Emily doesn't say a word, splattering piss does it for her. The three puddles by now have grown to become one large puddle, and the stream has slowed down to a trickle. Emily pees down her leg slowly for another few seconds before her stream comes to an end, and silence fills the air, perforated by the occasional drip falling from the water-logged fabric. Emily still doesn't say anything. The still warm fabric of her shorts begins to cling to her thighs without the pressure of Emily peeing on them to keep them off. Emily squeezes her toes in her shoes, squeezing out a little of the pee in them and making a muffled squishing sound as she does. None of the girls say anything, or break their gazes from Emily. Emily continues looking Rivera in the eyes as she pulls up her zipper

'Thank you Rivera' Emily says at last, breaking the awkward silence. 'Thank you very much, without your help I surely would have wet myself just then.

'You, umm, you didn't get your thing out...' Rivera half mumbles, feeling a little disappointed that her strategy had failed

'My thing?' Emily asks

'You know, your, uhh, thing'

'My penis?'

'yeah'

Emily looks at Rivera, completely unable to settle on one emotion to feel. Shock, at her thought process, embarrassment at having just exposed and wet herself at the same time. Anger at being told to do something that, in hindsight, was clearly not going to work. Frustration at herself for even thinking it was a good idea. She breathes in deeply.

'Rivera.' she says, forcing herself to be calm. 'You are aware that most girls don't have penises?' she asks. Rivera looks at her, unable to really think of a response. 'In fact I'd be willing to say none of us do' she continues. 'And you are aware that I'm a girl?'.

Rivera gently nods.

'So why on earth did you think that would be a good idea?'

'I, umm...'

'You know what' Emily interrupts before Rivera can come up with a response. 'I'm not going to get mad. This is just as much my fault. I should have known it was an awful idea'. Emily looks around for the first time since she started peeing, remembering that there are other people in the room with them. She begins to blush a bright red. She's only known them for an hour and she's already wet herself in front of them

'Here' starts Rivera. Rivera pulls the button on her own shorts, undoes the zip and lets them fall to the ground. She steps out of them and kicks them off the ground with one foot, catching them in her hands. 'Have my shorts. I'll take yours'

'But they're soaked in my-'

'I know, but I told you to do it' Rivera begins, handing her shorts over. 'And I'd rather be wearing wet shorts than no shorts'

'You were fine wandering around like it earlier' Rachel reminds her

'Back then it was just us, and we weren't about to jump head first into a station full of raiders' Rivera says.

Emily smiles at Rivera's generosity. 'Thanks Rivera' she says, as she first pulls her feet out her shoes. Slapping her wet feet onto the floor, Emily undoes her own shorts and pulls them down, swapping them for Rivera's dry ones. Rivera, taking the wet ones in hand, looks directly at them as if having second thoughts. Too late now, so she slides one foot in, then the other and pulls them up. The still warm fabric clings to Rivera's skin - the heat is strangely pleasant if Rivera ignores what it is.

'We done swapping clothes?' Julia asks. 'Only we have to get that stuff for Goldfall'

'Right, yes' Says Emily, putting her wet shoes back on, her feet sliding in with a squish. She picks up her shotgun. 'Right, when we go through this door, shoot anything that moves and isn't one of us. Let's go'

The girls look at each other and nod. Rachel pulls back the hammers on her shotgun. Jess pumps her shotgun, Julia pulls back the slide on her pistol, and Emily points her shotgun to the door.

'This will lead us into a walk way' Emily explains. 'There should be a patrol going through, so get ready to shoot. I'll go first, Rachel and Jess next, then Julie and Rivera, okay? Let's go!'

Emily kicks the door, which flies open. In the hallway is a group of about eight raiders, who appear to be taking a break, most of them smoking and caught off guard. They drop their cigarettes and go straight for their guns. Before the first cigarette hits the floor Emily has already bought up her gun and fired. An ear splitting CRACK leaves everyone's ears ringing as it reverberates around the tunnel walls, and one raider flies off his feet and onto his back as the full force of Emily's shotgun hits him square in the chest. Another two flashes as Emily fires off two more shots, both hitting a second raider who collapses over backwards. Rachel swings around the door and fires both barrels into a third raider. One raider brings up a station made rifle, but Jessie fires before he has a chance, sending him and the rifle flying in opposite directions. Rachel dives to the floor, letting Julia fire over her - three rounds, each hitting different raiders, who all collapse promptly. The last raider drops his gun and holds both hands in the air

Replacing one of the fired shells, Emily shouts something at the raider. No noise seems to come of it though the ringing in everyone's ears is still far too loud for anyone to hear anything, including the raider. Realising the futility of her efforts, Emily gestures to the others as she ties the raiders arms together. They take it as a suggestion to keep watch. Julia watches one direction, pistol at the ready, Rachel down the other, shotgun re-loaded. Jessie watches side to side, and Rivera has collapsed onto the floor unconscious. By the time Emily has tied the raider and sat him on the floor, the ringing has died down a little. 

'Rivera?' Julia shouts, louder than she thinks she's being. 'You okay?'

'Look at the size of her ears!' Emily shouts back. 'The sounds from the guns must have hit her like a train!'

Three more raiders swing round the corner of the walkway, rifles pointed down. WIth out time to aim they begin firing at the girls, the first THAK of gunfire sending their ears ringing again. Three more flashes as Emily blasts three shells at the raiders, most of the shot hitting them and knocking two down. The third raider manages anther shot which hits Emily's leg armour with enough force to knock her over, leaving a huge dent in the metal. Before he can make the most of this however Jess has fired her own gun at him, hitting him in the leg and knocking him to the floor. Julia fires her pistol, hitting him in the head before he can move. Emily climbs back up, bruised but not seriously hurt. The girls look to Emily who appears to be shouting and gesturing to go, and they rush down the walkway, Rachel carrying the still unconscious Rivera over her shoulders.

Reaching the corner of the walkway, another three rapid bright flashes fill the tunnel as a raider with a machine gun begins firing. Three rounds pound into the tiles on the wall and the girls can only cover behind the wall to avoid being shot. Emily peers around, and another string of bright flashes hit the tunnel. Emily pulls her head back as rounds pound the wall to the side

'WHAT NOW!?' Emily shouts to the others, only just audible over the ringing.

'I GOTTA PEE' Jessie shouts back. Not helpful, but true.

'I MEANT ABOUT THIS GUY' Emily shouts back

'SHOOT HIM' Jessie responds, one hand in her crotch.

There's not really a better option, and so Emily braves it. She swings around the corner, throwing herself against the far wall and firing her shotgun as quickly as she can down the passage. Five shots pound down the passage, two of them hitting the gunner, three of them hitting the walls and ceiling. Emily sits on the floor panting. Climbing to her feet she gestures for them to go forward. All five of them head down to where the raider was. A door way, with a 'no entry' sign taped to it and 'fuck off' crudely painted onto it. In front of it is a belt fed, station made heavy machine gun behind some sandbags. The sandbags have scrap metal taped to the front for further protection. Emily swings the gun around and aims it at the door. Rachel leans over and pushes the door open without getting in the line of fire. 

Empty.

'It should be here...' Emily says, the ringing having gone down again. She walks into the room. As soon as she steps inside a raider grabs her from behind and presses a revolver to her head

'Who the fuck are you?' the raider shouts. Before anyone can answer, the raider continues - 'Nobody move or I'll blow her head open'. The raider cocks the revolver

Julia assess the situation. The raider is wearing a grey set of pre-war janitors overalls, padded with thin layers of scrap metal. They're wearing a fairly modern military gas mask, hiding their face. The gun is a poorly made revolver, the cylinder is far too short and the heads of the rounds poke out significantly. Well, the head of the round. Just one. Julia looks closer - the one round isn't in the firing position. The raider is bluffing! Julia pulls up her own pistol slowly. The other girls - the one's that haven't fainted - all shake their heads, Emily whimpers.

'I'll do it!' shouts the raider

'Drop her. Now.' Julia doesn't flinch, glaring at the raider.

*click* The raider fires. The hammer hits an empty chamber, and Emily whimpers.

'I said drop her' Julia continues. 'You cock the gun and I'll plant one in your head'

The raider's eyes look from girl to girl under the mask. Realising that they've all caught onto the bluff, they drop Emily and the gun. 

The raider takes off the gas mask, revealing herself to be a fairly young teenage girl. 'Okay, you've got me.' she says, looking at the ground. 'I-I, uh, please. Don't shoot me'. Though she asks for mercy, her voice shows that she's completely given up. Emily turns to face her. The raider looks her in the eye, waiting for someone to shoot her. Instead, Emily punches her in the arm

'dick' hisses Emily

'Where are the documents' Julia asks

'What?' the raider girl responds.

'The stuff from Goldfall'

'Oh, we were hit by surface raiders recently. They took everything'

'What about the courier?' Emily asks

'Oh, she's in the back room. Just over there'

'Okay, go open it' Emily instructs her. 

The raider girl walks over to an iron door in one of the walls. It creaks open slowly, revealing a dark room with 3 girls shackled to the wall. An unpleasant smell comes from the room. The girls have been there a while, evidenced by the drying puddles they're sat in.

'Where are the surface raiders?' Emily asks.

'They should be in the nearby mall somewhere' the raider girl tells them. By now the only thing she can do is tell them everything and hope for the best. Emily considers what to do. Having decided, she turns to the girls

'Right.' she begins. 'I'm taking these girls back to Goldfall, and arresting this raider'. The raider sighs in relief - could be worse. 'What are you going to do now?'

'Find a toilet!' Jessie answers first. The girls look over to her - she's got one hand clenched between her thighs, and is bent over at the knees, bobbing up and down

So what's the plan now? 

First, Jessie needs to pee:

1 - Find a toilet - Look around the station and find somewhere for Jessie to pee before she bursts

2 - Hold it - Tell Jessie to just hold it for a while - now's not the time to pee

3 - Go on the floor - Tell Jessie to pee wherever. 

4 - Give up - Tell Jessie to just wet herself

And then?

A - Find the documents - Julia, Rachel, Jessie and Rivera will head to the surface to find the mall and recover Goldfall's stuff. The Goldfall officials will be pleased if they are successful, and it will take less time to go straight to the mall. However, the girls may need more equipment if they're going outside

B - report back - They all go to Goldfall station to report back to the officer. By the time Jessie has finished peeing - regardless of choice - Emily will have left. Julia, Jessie, Rachel and Rivera will head back to Goldfall on their own. Goldfall will be pleased to hear from them, and the girls can always resupply while they're there.

C - loot the raider station - There might be some good stuff around, like ammo and supplies. Once they've finished they can then choose what to do, depending on what they have

As usual, vote for what you want to happen next

 

Big thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it. Like I said in the last post, I'll link Julia's hunting story here: 

 

As a quick note to @Bellatrixfan, your post on the story seems to have left a huge black square - I can see it on my phone and computer, whether I'm logged in or not - Is anyone else getting it? Not sure what it is

Either way, feedback is always appreciated

If you want to make any suggestions for plot or side stories, feel free, and requests are still open

Thanks for reading

Until next time

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