Hours ago, when Lyberté Renaud (known to the group of terrorists that had taken her as O20) woke up, she knew this had nothing to do with her. If she were a few years younger, with much more naivety floating around in her head, she would have assumed that she'd done something to upset the Bridge Rats, and this was her punishment. But when that American man began speaking, she'd quickly realized this had nothing to do with her, or her life - the moment that American boy's head reserved space for a bullet, she knew this was well beyond the scope of biker gangs; this was terrorism. The FLQ had nothing on this.
So when Lyberté realized she had been dropped inside an abandoned chicken coop, she began scoping out the situation. She checked her belongings - food, map, first aid, useless weapon of rubber bands and a weird plastic box that looked like it had pushpins lodged into it - estimated her position on the map based on what she could see, and began checking out the area, namely the somewhat rickety street that the house of her chicken coop was located on.
Nobody was there. Lyberté checked every house, every room on every floor, and couldn't see nor hear anybody around her, in the hours she patrolled her street. Energy had been wasted. As the sun began to set, Lyberté knew if she was going to find anybody, she would need to venture outwards, so she gathered herself and began heading further into town.
Which is where she heard the yelling.
And the gunshots.
Lyberté's stomach turned into a knot - gunshots were bad, especially when she didn't know where they were coming from, or where they were aimed. She scanned the area quickly, and saw a tiny crawlspace entrance underneath a nearby house. It had a curve to which she couldn't see. Lyberté practically dove inside.
Several minutes passed, and the gunshots had ceased. Even more minutes had passed, and so had the voices. It seems that whatever had flared up earlier had smoldered once again. Except Lyberté wasn't taking any chances. Stakes were real, this whole thing was real, so she wasn't going to head out into the open until she knew there was nobody out there. Nobody would know she was there, so she could stay there as long as she wanted.
Before she knew it, the sun had set, and the American voice echoed throughout the area, listing off that people had died, who killed them, and that the village was now a Danger Zone-
Wait, Danger Zone? Lyberté had no idea what that was.
And then her collar started beeping. She didn't like the sound of that.
If anyone was around now, her position would have been instantly given away. Lyberté scrambled towards the entrance of the crawlspace and back into the street.
Except things were different now - when she'd been out of here last, it was daytime, and she had her map at the ready. Now, she had no idea which way was which. She began running. If she just started running, she would eventually leave the village.
She'd believed that, for several minutes, right up until she could see the ocean. Lyberté skidded to a stop. Contemplated. She didn't know how these collars worked. It wasn't worth the risk taking a dip, even as the beeps from her collar became quicker.
She scanned the skyline of the village. She saw a cross. She began to run through the streets towards that. The beeping of her collar had become unbearably loud.
As she stopped at the empty fountain in front of the church, she knew her position now. She was close to the Harbour, which she remembered had been marked distinct to the village on the map, so she just had to get there and she was safe. Her lungs were wrapped around her ribs, and her calves burned to the breeze, but she knew the direction to go, and she started to run once again.
Before she had even left the side of the fountain, the beeps emanating from her collar had become a solid sound, replaced by a loud bang.
Lyberté's body toppled sideways into the basin of a fountain that was no longer empty.
O20 - Lyberté Renaud: DECEASED