Rosita

> *"Bet I can hit you with my eyes closed."*
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Rosita is a Neutral Survivor and DEX type Ranger, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

Rosita couldn't contain her excitement after finding a car sitting in a garage with fuel in its tank. She put the hose into the tank and drew the gas out into a small container. While waiting for the gas to siphon, she searched the garage for anything else that could come in handy and found some motor oil and a complete toolbox in decent condition. She wondered if she should fetch Abraham to play the role of a pack mule but was interrupted by sounds from outside.
She crouched with her back to the wall, next to the garage door frame. Taking a quick peek, she spotted a group of men with rifles. They gave off the unmistakable aura of a band of raiders. They'd no doubt come to loot the house for supplies. She tried the door leading into the house, but it was locked from the other side.
She swore. “I should’ve checked the house first.”
Kicking in the door was out of the question. The noise would alert them that she was there. Even if she somehow made it into the house, the chances of her escaping were slim, with the worstcase scenario being a shot in the back. If she ran out the front of the garage, she'd be in the open, pretty much a sitting duck. She considered her options but all of them seemed to end with her getting caught or killed. Well, if she had to choose, she’d rather get caught. She emptied both chambers of her twin pistols and shoved her extra magazines into the bottom of a trash can. She estimated that it was still fifteen minutes from the time her group had agreed to meet up again. She just had to stall until Eugene and Abraham came looking for her. Pistols holstered, she walked out of the garage with her arms raised.
“Akimbo pistols? You must’ve seen one too many movies, kid.”
The raider struck a mocking pose, holding a pistol dramatically. His band broke out into laughter. One of the men wasn't amused. He lifted his head, drawing immediate silence.
“Where are your friends?”
Carefully keeping her face blank, Rosita shook her head.
“Don’t play cute with me. Where'd the geek and the musclehead go?”
The question caught her off guard. Playing stupid was no longer an option, but she stuck to her plan—stall for time until the others could find her.
“I don’t know. Probably not far.”
The leader unfurrowed his brow at her sudden willingness to talk.
“Not sure where, but ‘probably not far,’ she says. And why's that? You must be pretty closeknit.”
“Not really. Not like we’d risk our lives for each other.”
“Ah, but then what makes you so sure they’re nearby?”
She had talked herself into a corner but managed to spit out a quick reply.
“They ended up being dead weight, so I took all the supplies and ditched them. I doubt they’re just going to let me walk away with all their food, alcohol, and cigarettes.”
“Where is it, then?”
“I hid everything in a duffel bag and stashed it in a mailbox downtown. I’m sure they’re out there looking for it.”
“Are they armed?”
“We’ve been out of ammo for a while. Go ahead and take a shot at me with my pistols if you don't believe me and see for yourself.”
Provoked, he snatched her guns. They were light, and he could already guess that they were empty. He pushed the barrel of one against her forehead and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened except a tiny click. He sneered as he brought the muzzle to his face to take a closer look.
“Your friends out of ammo, too? They got any other weapons?”
“No guns. Both have knives. The big guy’s got a tomahawk.”
The leader paused to think. She seemed to be telling the truth.
“We’re done for now. That mailbox better be stuffed with the supplies you said, or you’re going to be in for it. You’ll be begging us to kill you when we're through with you.”
“Fine by me. But once you do find the stash, maybe I could join up with you guys?”
Rosita asked in a bid to earn his trust. He snickered.
“With that pretty face, I’m sure we’ll find some use for you.”
Disgusted, Rosita choked back a grimace as the raiders left the garage. She weighed her options. She could make a run for it. They had only tied her hands. In the end, she decided to stay put, just in case some of them were still outside guarding the door. All she could do for now was hope that the lies she had fed them would give Abraham the upper hand.
“You look terrible.” Rosita jerked awake and squinted in the direction of a familiar voice. It was Abraham. She let out a sigh of relief.
“I ran into some of your new friends. What’d you tell them? They came right up to me spouting some nonsense about me having no ammo. They ran after I gave them a taste of the ole grenade launcher.”
Abraham cut her free as he talked. Rosita stood up, stretched her sore muscles, and grinned.
“I can’t believe they bought it. They’re even stupider than they look.”
Abraham roared with laughter, and after a moment, Rosita joined in.

## Skills

 61 | Dodge | EVA increases by 70% until combat ends.

## Recommended Gear

Rosita is a decent Survivor for all modes. It's recommended to max out her Personal Gear and give her the Asyl's Bulletproof Vest or Asyl's Best Shoes as Special Gear.