Poppy knew exactly what happened to girls who got captured. First, they became playthings. Then they became food.
Her eyesight still hadn't fully recovered, and after days of sand blowing into her eyes without treatment, they were still red and swollen.
She carefully felt around. Her emergency pack was gone, along with her gun and dagger.
The only good news was that the blade strapped to her thigh was still there.
Until she understood what was going on, Poppy didn't dare make a move.
She had no idea how much time passed before several more women were thrown into the cave.
The men shouted filthy comments at them. Many had faces scarred by acid rain burns, making them look like demons straight out of hell.
They dumped five women inside, but apparently had other things to do. After locking the door, they left.
Poppy's vision was still too blurry to make out their faces clearly. Once she was sure Nicole wasn't among them, she closed her eyes and rested, conserving her strength.
The cave grew quiet. One by one, the unconscious women began to wake. Some cried in fear, while others looked around in panic...
One woman slowly sat up and looked coldly around the cave.
Poppy sensed someone watching her and cracked her eyes open. Surprise flickered across her face, but she quickly hid it.
The other woman reacted the same way. Her lips parted slightly, but she said nothing. In the end, she only nudged the unconscious woman beside her.
Several hours later, a few men entered the cave and looked over the women they had captured during the past two days.
Their eyes lit up as they picked out about seven women who still had some weight on them. The women who had been locked up longer, now little more than skin and bones, earned only looks of disgust.
The sudden sandstorm had turned into a windfall for them. Not only had they found supplies, they had also picked up a group of fairly attractive women.
It was obvious these women came from families with resources and had been well cared for. Even after all these years of the apocalypse, they still had decent skin and healthy figures.
The men hadn't seen women this well-fed in a long time.


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