Disclaimers : Everything belongs to Joss, except for one character of my creation

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The snow was deep, and the going was slow. Jayne walked the fencerow at the rear of the prison property. The fence was about the only thing left standing intact after the riots and fires gutted most of the buildings. Guards stood at intervals along the inside. A couple of them looked Jayne over, but, as Logan had promised, no one bothered him, as he was outside the prison grounds.

He looked up the fence, at the roll of razor wire along the top. Pieces of fabric fluttered along the wire in places. Jayne shuddered, thinking of the poor bastards who were so desperate to escape they shredded themselves going over. If they hadn’t bled to death in the woods after that then God or someone was really looking out for them.

Jayne sighed and shook his head. Where to even start in this go tsao de mess? He surveyed the tree line downhill from the fence. The woods stretched out interminably before him. To say it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack would be the understatement of a lifetime.

Pick a place to start, he told himself. Y’aint gonna give it but a quick once-over anyhow. Just need to be able to go back and tell Mal you tried.

Jayne didn’t figure he needed to try terribly hard, because he knew they weren’t going to find her. The chances of her being out here beyond the prison walls were slim; the chances of them actually finding her even if she was got considerably slimmer yet. Most likely she had burned up in the fires that consumed the buildings inside the fence, if the rioting prisoners hadn’t gotten to her first. One small woman didn’t stand much of a chance against the sheer number of