Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Island. This is a purely non-canon story for your amusement.
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I should backtrack to how Purna got mixed up in Banoi's zombie apocalypse. Formerly part of Sydney PD, Purna was removed from duty after nearly killing a criminal without orders. Down on her luck, she would eventually find work as a bodyguard for VIPs. This would bring her to Banoi.
This is her story before the chaos.
The party was absolutely wild. There were strobe lights, alcohol, and Sam B owning the mic with his only hit song "Who do you voodoo, bitch?"
Purna loved it, her hips rocking to the beat, she had nearly forgotten all her troubles. Until now.
She felt a hard swat on her ass from a hand that was so cold it felt like her minidress was freezing. "Hey, I had enough of this noise, take me back to my room sweet ass." said Purna's drunken employer Mr. Simon Brooks. Simon was basically a middle aged, receding hairline, greedy git with a fancy suit. Purna hated his guts but she needed to get paid, " Right away...sir."
Back in the hotel, Purna tried ber best to savor the last sounds of Sam B's rhymes before her boss shut the door and started his drunken speech. "Hey, are you listening to me, Puma?" Purna turned from the door,"Yes, sir. And it's Purna to you." upset from her correction Simon yelled,"Don't you smart mouth me. It'll be fuckin' Puma if I want it to. Understood Miss I need to get paid?" She hated when he held that over head like a poverty mistletoe. "Understood, sir."
"Get over here, Puma." Purna slowly walked his way, disgusted by his eyes as they were fixated on her hips. "You need to get paid, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then Help me with something and I'll give you double the fuckin' money. All you have to do is get these bottoms off me."
"That's not part of the job, sir." Simon looked at her with a care free face,"Who has the fuckin' contract here? Get em' off or go broke, Puma."
Purna, irritated and confused, eventually chose to follow her job instincts. Simon was already on the bed slouched with his white dress pants sagging, belt making it too easy for her. She got down on her knees by the foot of the bed and tugged on the pants with Simon retorting,"Hey, watch the fabric, your little dress isn't the only thing that's expensive around here." She made it past his hairy legs to his ankles before moving her head away from his body.
"Good but were not quite done." Simon stunk of alcohol. "What else, sir?"