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Hulsen naded looks with the rest of the crest
They didn’t say a word, bor their faces said it all They were dying for some drama.
Being cooped up at the base every day was wearing them thin. It was always the same faces either the elders or their own crew. There was zer news,
gero action
It was seriously boring as hell.
Sometimes, when the cabin fever got to be too much, they’d head over to the main base to do some trading. It wasn’t about the money, they just wanted to catch some tea and kill the boredom.
Training was one thing, but you had to look after your mental health too, right?
So, hearing there was a show to watch? There was no way they were staying put.
If you want to go that bad, let’s go see,” Josie said with a smirk. “Well? Move it! what are you all standing around for?”
“Ms. Quinn, you’re not coming?” they asked in unison.
Josie thought about it for a second, then stood up. “Fine. Let’s go see what the fuss is about.”
The group cheered as they headed out, eager for some drama.
It wasn’t that they were heartless.
It was just that in this wasteland, empathy was the one thing you couldn’t afford.
They’d learned that lesson the hard way, over and over again.
In this world, you lived for yourself. Period.
The crew headed downstairs and followed the noise.
Beams from high-powered flashlights sliced through the dark. A group of men were pinning down a woman with matted hair, dragging her back toward the shadows.
The woman spotted Josie and the others and let out a blood-curdling shriek. “Help me! Please, God, help me! I don’t want to die!”
Before Josie’s crew could even say a word, one of the thugs stepped into the light, glaring. “Keep your noses out of this if you know what’s good for you. Or else-”
“Please!” the woman screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. “I have intel! I can trade! There’s a massive farm nearby-a breeding base. It’s huge, and it’s loaded with resources…
A sharp crack echoed as a heavy hand slammed across her face, cutting her off mid-sentence.
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The thugs looked like they were itching for a fight. “You outsiders better listen up,” the leader spat. “Stay away from that base. You so much as look at it, and I’ll gut you.”
He turned, ready to drag her back into the dark.
But the woman suddenly wrenched herself free. She bolted toward Josie like a madwoman and threw herself onto the ground, sobbing. “Please! Have mercy! Save me! I can help you, I swear. I’m useful!”
Josie stood at five-nine. With her tactical boots adding nearly two inches, she easily passed for a slim six-foot man.
It was pitch black out, and with her hair tucked under her cap, there was no way to tell she was a woman.
Naturally, the woman mistook Josie for just another guy.
Josie didn’t say a word. She just stood there, watching him put on his little performance.
This woman kept crying about how she didn’t want to go back, acting like she was terrified of being abused.
Hudson had seen enough of the drama. He cleared his throat “Sorry, lady. We can’t help your. We’re just passing through, and we’re hearing the road fiest
g one her anse Ti diro2 Her vote trembled, and the looked like she was about to burst into tears. She was the perfecture of fragile broken beauty.
In the dim, flickering light, she was a total thirst trap.
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