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As Trix peeks out of the doors, she notices Michael holding a knife to Reagan's cheek. Out of pure panic, Trix dashes outside.

"You fucking touch her over my dead body!" She shrieks, aiming her glock towards Michael. However, she doesn't fire as she knows Reagan could easily be used as a human shield.

"What do you hope to achieve from everything you've done? Stealing, killing, all that bullcrap? Survival? How pathetic. The fact that you can't even live on wi-without terrorising is just shows how fucking weak you are. If you can't scavenge, then what hope do you have? It's not the bloody hunger games." Trix takes a moment to yawn before she continues. "And going as far as to use a young girl for your ploys... I'll ask again. Just what do you hope to achieve by doing this? Cut the crap, why don't you fucking turn your backs and use your resources for when you actually NEED it? God, do you realsie how braindead this entire ploy is?" Trix cackles, a combination of anguish and amusement. "We've beat you two times before, we can do it again. Do you really want to fuck with us right now?"

Trix takes one last moment to yawn again. Though she feels her speech was lackluster in comparison with the others, she's still satisfied that she got her message across.