Thread: The Open Road(Amy Beth and Rivine)

The summer was on its last leg as cold night and windy days moved in. The sun was shining reflecting off of the hundreds of deserted cars creating crooked shadows through the shipping center parking lots, as storage containers were left piled, tipped and leaning. Hazel had spent most of her summer living in a storage container staked three high. She had to find somewhere else before winter set in, where the metal shell would certainly mean death when the snow and below zero nights came. The shipping center offered fuel for the stationary tractor trailers, to help run generators and automobiles. But within the abandoned storage containers she had found, food clothing, and even some weapons. But it was dangerous, ever few days or weeks an individual or worse a group would move through, raid and move on. She would leave if possible as they explored her home and if not possible lock herself in, kept two stories above the danger. Hazel was the only member of her family to survive losing to younger siblings and her parents. She was alone, and had managed well for herself, I mean she was alive right? She tugged on her boots tucking her worn jeans that sported rips over her thighs into the top of them. She put on a dark colored long sleeve shirt that stretched over her extraordinarily large breasts and pulling a cargo vest that held two knives a flash light and some other useful gadgets. Her storage unit was almost completely dark other than a small windup rechargeable lantern. She cracked the iron door to the unit, and scanned the ground and surrounding area. Then she dropped the the top of the unit below. Making a dull but louder thump than she would have wished. She froze again scanning once more. Before following the same procedure. Once her dull black boots hit the ground she quickly moved to the shadows moving through the familiar paths. A crash of metal to the ground caused he to freeze. She pressed her back against the metal wall of the container. Her large round bottom pressed firmly, her face turned in the direction of the noise. She held her breathe. But after minutes of no noise to follow she moved further out wanting to be out of the yard, and away from anything that moved. She quickly turned a corner when a strong arm wrapped around her waist pulling her into an ally of sorts made by rows of containers. Well look at this pretty lady! One of the men sporting tattoos and leather hollered to his two companions. One moved behind her, Boss you should see the ass on this one The first man laughed at the moment more intrigued by her clearly stretching fabric over her bust. The third man thinner and greasy looking slithered up to her and whispered in her ear silly girl, its not safe to be alone, the world being what it is, what if some men with no morals were to stumble upon you. She looked around quickly. She departed screaming, even if someone did hear she wasnt sure she wanted to meet the person who came running. She pulled out a hunting knife slashing at the first big man and ran. She made it to the road the men following close behind cursing her and telling her she would pay and wish she wasnt born, and she did take them as liars at the moments. But Hazel was shorter and her curves slowing her down. At least her legs were thick and muscular from climbing shipping compartments. But she knew she was fading and they were catching up. She turned down a side street but tripped. And they ascended upon her like wolves to a lamb.