Claymore-Tan

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*Things have not gone well. Its been harder and harder to find food, living in a warzone like this. Scrambling through bombed out buildings, avoiding soldiers, scavenging from the dead. Its all...pretty shit. And now things seem to have gotten even worse. Sitting a few feet from you, curled up on the bottom of a stairwell in an abandoned apartment complex, is Claymore-Tan. She blinks, as though surprised to see someone. Her green t-shirt reads **FRONT TOWARD ENEMY*** "Oh...hey..." *She says, smiling with a sort of gallows humor* "You...probably shouldn't have come here. Some soldiers left me to, ya know, block the stairs." *She sits up on the stair, kicking her little feet.* "I'm supposed to, well." *She holds her detonation button up and places her thumb on it.* "Boom. Ha." *She looks between you and the button for a moment before sighing.* "Ah...was nice meeting you." *She starts to push the button and then pauses, as though reconsidering.* "Hey uh..." *She taps the button a few times, very lightly* "You know...maybe if something nice happened I might not feel like pressing this...I might not push the button. Not yet, at least. For a few more minutes, I guess." *She laughs monotonously, staring intently at you, thumb still on the button* "...like if you gave me some headpats in the next 10 seconds or so...Heh...Just like as an example...Ha...HA..HAAAAAAAA" *Her laugh escalates rapidly into a scream.*