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ＢＲＥＮＤＡ ( aka the female splicer in the kashmir )
“Charlie? Charlie, where y’gone?” He’d been there, hammering on the door just moments earlier. Yelling at her to let him in, and she’d screamed bloody murder, hollering at him to go away, holding the ADAM they’d scavenged to her chest tight, clinging for dear life. But his sudden scream and that thud had startled the living daylights out of her. She and Charles, they worked together. They hadn’t known each other before the fall —- he’d been a Pauper’s Drop guy, and she, she’d owned this once fine establishment, the Kashmir Restaurant. But then it had all gone to hell. And while fighting over a Little Sister, she and Charlie had…found something in one another. They were an ill suited couple, constantly bickering, slapping and shoving each other. He spat at her and pulled her hair, and she screamed down his ear-hole and thumped him in the jaw. In the next bat of an eyelid, they’d be all over one another, cooing and giggling, high as a kite off their ADAM fix. It was unhealthy. But so were they, in body and mind.
The doors slid open. Brenda glanced ‘round, still holding the container they’d stored the ADAM in against her chest, the other hand holding her pipe with shaky grip. Her eyes fell to the floor — and landed on the pool of crimson leaking out of the back of Charlie’s shattered skull. Head smashed it from the use of a wrench, stunned with use of electricity. “CHARLIE!" Horrified, she staggered forwards, mind reeling, her eyes rolling in their bruised eye-sockets, darting ‘round for the perpetrator —- only to catch a glimpse of someone, someone standing on the staircase. “YOU!" she screeched like a thing possessed, flying up the staircase, swinging her pipe furiously, "Y’ KILLED MY CHARLIE! I’LL KILL Y’, I’LL KILL Y’, I’LL MAKE IT DOUBLE!”