I'm a woman

Your lucky bullet jumps from the front pocket of your plaid shirt and rolls beneath the decking of the dilapidated old gas station you were trying to navigate in silence. The place has a reputation for hosting less than reputable types and you'd much rather avoid any hassle today. The sun is at it highest point and is burning down with fierce determination. Your clothes are sticking to every inch of your body and in retrospect the leather jacket may have been a mistake given the current climate.

None of that matters now though, not when Milly is lying beneath the rotting planks of some shit hole meeting place for raiders and junkies (Milly being the name of your lucky bullet). You're on all fours now with your face pressed to the dry wood and your arm reaching deep into the cool dirt and sand hidden beneath, groping around blindly for the smooth metal treasure you'd dropped. Then you found it! Your fingers closed around Milly with immense relief and satisfaction when behind you there's a loud metallic click "Careful there missy, come up nice and slow with your hands open".

"Fuck!" you mentally curse at your seemingly endless string of bad luck before doing as the asshole instructed. Turning around in the dirt with your palms open before standing up slowly.