Rania

> *"There's no one to protect you now."*
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Rania is a Predator Survivor and DEX type Ranger, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

At the warden's words, the eight prisoners accompanying him grumbled under their breaths. Their wrists were handcuffed, and their waists were tightly bound with a thick rope connecting them and restricting their movements. Since the outbreak, they had survived by foraging for supplies in teams of ten—two guards and eight prisoners. Today, they'd been lucky and hit a mother lode of canned food in a nearby shopping mall. The prisoners pushed the loaded-down shopping carts while Ford and Gideon guarded them against any walkers.
“These fucking carts are heavy. If you're in such a rush, why don’t YOU push the damn things?” one of the prisoners griped.
Gideon nudged the prisoner with his baton. “Stop complaining. This is all going in your bellies.”
“Yeah, but this fucking rope makes it hard to move. Untie us, and we'll be able to push a lot faster.”
Ford scoffed.
“Think we're stupid? It’d take all of five seconds before y'all made a run for it.”
“You think you’d have it better out there?” Gideon asked. “Once you’ve served your sentences, you’ll be free to go if you want to. But I wouldn’t suggest it.”
The prisoners’ faces reddened in anger, and at the back of the line, the only female prisoner, Rania, narrowed her eyes. Before she could speak, another prisoner in front retorted,
“What the hell are you talking about? The laws they say we broke don't exist anymore! There ain't no more government! No police! No judge, no jury! And whatever we did, we ain't done nothin' worse than what people are doing every damn day in this fucked up world.”
The other prisoners chimed in.
“Yeah! If there was any government left, they'd have sent the military here first. This is New York—it ain't some backwater no one cares about!”
“Face it, man! Y'all are just playing at being prison guards! That life is over, and it ain't coming back. You got no right to keep us locked up!”
As the prisoners grew more agitated, Gideon tensed up, ready to react if things got violent. He glanced over and saw Ford's right hand inching toward the pistol at his waist. Suddenly, several gunshots resonated from a building next to them, followed by a deafening explosion above them. Gideon barely had time to register the danger before he instinctively sprang forward and cut the prisoners free. As large shards of glass and other debris showered down around them, he ran for cover and slipped, slamming his head on the ground.
When Gideon came to, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. Ignoring his throbbing head, he squinted through the window and recognized the street outside. Someone must have dragged him inside after he had blacked out. As his vision cleared, he looked around the room and was surprised to see Rania, not Ford, sitting on a desk in the corner, holding his shotgun. Her handcuffs dangled from her right wrist.
“What... happened?”
Rania shrugged.
“Remember the gunshots before the explosion? I think some randos were having a massive brawl or something. Some idiot must have detonated a grenade.”
“Shit. What about Ford? Did he make it? Where are the others? Did you move me here?”
“Geez, relax,” Rania fidgeted with the shotgun in her lap.
Gideon tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness hit him, causing him to stumble. He rubbed his temple and felt cloth. Someone had wrapped a makeshift bandage around his head.
“Try not to move. You hit your head pretty hard.”
Rania jumped off the desk and helped him to a chair. Leaning his shotgun beside him, she watched him gather his thoughts.
“What happened to the others?”
“Half of them ran away. The half that stayed are fighting off walkers with your friend. They said they'd meet us here when things settled down.”
“Wait, half of you stayed?”
“Yeah, go figure. Maybe you won us over when you cut us free. Maybe we like our chances better here than out there on our own.”
“Is that why you stayed?”
“Better the devil you know, right?” Rania shrugged again.
“Besides, you're okay—for a guard. You gave me my own cell... and books to read.” Rania had been headed to court when things with the outbreak got dicey, and she'd been transported to the nearby men's prison to await trial. As the situation outside deteriorated, the facility had been forced to lock down. For her safety, Gideon had put her in solitary confinement, away from the other inmates. He'd even made sure the food tray slot was kept open to let in a little more light. The few times they'd talked, he'd almost forgotten that she was a criminal. He usually made it a point never to ask an inmate what they were in for, but things were different now. The old rules were out the window.
“I read your file. It said you and your parents embezzled money. That true?”
Rania managed a sad, bitter smile.
“No. I'm sure you get this a lot, but we didn't do it. Someone framed us. Not that it matters now...”
As Gideon struggled to think of something comforting to say, something rustled under one of the black plastic tarps in the back of the room. It was a walker. Someone must have left a body under there, and it had turned. Gideon reached for his shotgun, but Rania stopped him.
“No, don't get up. I can handle one walker by myself, no problem.”
She started to swing the handcuffs attached to her right wrist slowly.
“It's kinda funny. I thought getting thrown in jail was the worst thing that ever happened to me. But if I hadn't gone to jail, I wouldn't have learned how to defend myself.”
Still swinging the handcuffs, Rania walked toward the walker.

## Skills

 61 | Grudge | When Rania receives a fatal hit during combat, she becomes enraged and fully recovers her HP. When enraged, she becomes Immune to enemy attacks but her max HP is reduced by multiples of 3% every sec. If there are no comrades present, this effect doesn’t trigger. When triggered, the effect lasts until all comrades die. This effect triggers once per combat, and if this effect kills an enemy during the duration, restores 30% of her max HP.

## Recommended Gear

Rania is a decent Survivor for all modes. It's recommended to leave her Personal Gear below level 10 or max it out and give her the Asyl's Luxury Goods, Asyl's Best Ammunition or Asyl's Bulletproof Vest as Special Gear.