Beep, beep, beep, alerted her walker as it ceased to a halt.

It had detected something nearby.

Wolf darted upwards and quickly slid over to her gun which was hooked to a metal railing on the roof of her walker. Arming herself with her bolt-action sniper rifle she peered off into the horizon. Her abrupt movement spooked her raven, who flew upwards into the air.

Breep, announced the walker, bree, beep. The walker made distinct sounds, noises that Wolf could interpret and understand.

The walker extended his left arm which was a high-caliber machine gun, upwards and pointed Wolf in the direction of an enormous pile of trash and debris.

Wolf adjusted her scope on the top of her large rifle and aimed at the garbage heap.

The walker opened the palm of its right metal hand, breep, breep.

Wolf nodded her head and leaped off of the metal roof and onto the walker's open mechanical palm with her sniper rifle in hand.

The mechanical walker leaned over, cranking its arm back.

Wolf crouched down in the palm of its mechanical hand. The gears and oiled pistons of the mechanical arm covered her fingers in black oil and grime.

Wolf closed her eyes and wiped the black grime across her eyes, marking herself with good luck.

Wolf looked up to the beautiful clear sky to see her soaring raven up in the heavens.

Breep, the walker sounded off as it flung Wolf straight into the air like a baseball.

Wolf flew directly above the walker straight up into the air. It felt as if she was able to touch the clouds. 

Her raven flew in, and around her, circling the mid-air girl.

Wolf peered through the scope of her rifle and surveyed the trash heap from up high in the air.

She could see something scavenging through the trash behind the fields of garbage and debris.

A Mannequin. A thin skeletal metal automaton scavenged through the trash. They were scavengers of valuables and ammunition. These automatons impersonated men by wearing thick garments and their outer shell was a made of a porcelain-like plating.

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Wolf angled and adjusted her shot before pulling the rifle's trigger, firing in mid-air.

The heavy thunderous round darted towards the scavenging robot with a loud sounding crack.

The Mannequin turned its attention to the hovering sniper in the sky.

The bullet pierced and blew the Mannequin's head clean off of its thin metal body. Black grimy oils and clear lubricants squirted and poured from the detached tubing and frayed wiring.

The jolt of the fired rifle sent Wolf backwards in the air. The momentum of the walker's throw began to slow. Wolf glanced over the endless hills and fields of sand and debris.

She could see what seemed to be the shuttle, but it was far from her position.

Wolf began to plummet downwards at intense speeds. Her heart raced. She tried to catch a breath but couldn't. The cold force of air chilled her body and blew strongly against her face. She panicked as she fell from the sky squinting to see through the rushing air.

Her raven darted downwards, chasing her, as she crashed towards the soft sandy terrain.

Within a second from colliding with the sands below Wolf watched in slow-motion as the walker swept her up in mid-air and cradled her like an infant.

Bree, bree, breep, the walker sounded as it cradled her with a sense of humour.

"À la fin," she replied with a huge grin, "put me down already!"

Wolf dropped down onto the sand below. Grains of sand leaped into the air as her feet dug into the desert floor. Wolf zipped up her bodysuit and brushed the sand from her hair.

"Allez, allez!" she commanded, running towards the debris pit.

Mannequin's were well-known for carrying the best loot to offer in the wasteland.

She was excited to examine her first mid-air kill, even though it was only an automaton.