Thread: The Ruin of Mankind

X X Cali was proving to be the single most defiant female to have wandered the wastes. Just as Red thought he earned her obedience, Cali shifted her head and raised up her middle finger in a show of pride. After two rounds of electric shock that surged from the tight collar bound to her neck, the huntress was still able to show Red he would not get gratification from the work he's done. Her belligerence would earn her a hearty laugh from one of the overweight Raiders hanging off the edge of the Jeep with one hand. However, the others nearby were not so foolish... they hushed and shot daggers toward their amused counterpart in spite of Red's amplifying frustrations. It didn't take more than a second for the muscular Adonis towering over her to spin on the heel of his boot and reach for his thigh holster. A battle-worn SIG P220 handgun would be withdrawn with the audible brush of metal against the kydex material of its housing. Just as he came to face the Jeep, Red's arm was already extended while holding the weapon. His finger brushed over the trigger with a crisp pull a loud gunshot would send the remaining vultures into the sky within the abandoned encampment. An empty .45 casing would eject from the chamber and dance across the floor as the raider fell from the vehicle in a sickening thump! Red would holster the sidearm under his duster and comment, Anyone else? His slate eyes scanning over the others intently as Halbred approached the leader of the syndicate. Halbred would pull the sling of Red's AK-105 from around his neck before extending his arm out with it in hand. Red would grab the Russian made assault rifle by the plastic hand guards before throwing the tan colored strap around his shoulder. The muscular Adonis's back would be turned to the writhing female laid out upon the floor in physical exhaustion as he let the rifle hang behind his right arm. Red then collected his shades, and slid them over the bridge of his nose cooly as blood dripped from his face, and now the Jeep that sat idly rumbling because of his fresh kill. God damn women ... no wonder they're going extinct. Halbred would laugh at Red's joke in spite of not being killed. After his words, Red spun around and began to confidently walk toward his newest slave. Without a word more, the man would lift his rifle up in both hands and slam the butt stock across her forehead to render her unconscious for the trip back to camp. There would be no breaking her before the rain. Cali was tough. Hours Later Much to the chagrin of Halbred, the ominous clouds closed in over the convoy of raider vehicles that traveled back to camp. A total of five different armored cars formed a perfect bee-line and shadowed one another over the difficult terrain. A large dust cloud would find itself lifting in the wake of the metal clad cars and SUVs. Rain was pouring against the iron enforced roofing of the vehicle in which Cali was laid out in the backseat of. If she was coming in and out of her unconscious state, she'd be welcomed to the gruff voice of Red discussing politics of the camp with Halbred behind the wheel. Her body was kept naked and collared with that black shock collar around her. Thunder could be heard rolling across the skies from miles away while the rain only seemed to grow more intense by the ticking minute. The old and often repaired suspension of the Wrangler was heard creaking loudly upon hitting a hard dip or bouncing around the turbulent terrain. It seems as though Cali was being brought right into the heart of Red's own camp, and for reasons she'd already come to know. Cali now belonged to the man who she marked and scarred. Soon enough, the convoy of cars approached the very front of the sprawling encampment build upon the strip of what had once been a downtown district. The roadway underneath the cars was barely visible under the sandy overlay, but street lamps still stood tall. A mocking ' LAS VEGAS ' sign would be the first landmark into the camp. An iron ladder ran up the backside of the billboard in order to provide a way for the marksmen defending the perimeter to seek a high ground. In fact, two men could be seen at either side of the catwalk surrounding the otherwise Nevadian logo clutching .308 Winchester caliber hunting rifles. To protect Red's camp, Blackwater, a wielded fence patched with slabs of iron and plates of aluminum could be seen surrounding the large living space. Shacks, ruined houses, piles of pre-war trash, abandoned vehicles, pitched tents, lit barrels, and drunken raiders could be seen on either side of the road while the train of vehicles continued through. There were many of them... hundreds of violent criminals found sanctuary in the walls of Blackwater. Cages stuffed with women on all fours, others being escorted with a leash across the street, and a few others even being piled upon publically by raiders was commonplace. The moans and groans of the women being raped echoed along with the rumble of the vehicles passing by. Cheers and laughter from male voices accompanied the working women whom had been captured against their will. Blackwater was a cesspool of many different raider crews assembled under one roof, all lead by Red. Large amounts of construction equipment, catwalks, and other items scattered about the area to hint to the fact that something had been in-the-works before the Great War spoiled the plans. Now, the space was used by the men whom wished to control the world and it's remaining women. Red's vehicle would come to a stop before a spacious, two story office building labeled 'The Capitol.' It happened to be his place of personal refuge. Red would wave off the other cars to return home as their own came to a stop. The rain still pattered harshly outside, as he impatiently pushed open his door and stepped out. One of the dirty, barely clothed raiders would jog over under the thunder and precipitation to meet Red as he rounded toward the rear of the Jeep, Sir! Are you okay? Your face! Red would snarl as he yanked open the rear door to the Jeep to expose the bed of it, where his beautiful starlet was to be laying. You've never seen a cut before, Ghost? I'll handle this... you make sure the assholes get indoors. The acid might be coming soon between all this fucking rain! Thunder again rolled out in the sky as Red began to pull on Cali's ankles so he could drag her toward him and attempt to throw her over his shoulder so he could escort her inside the Capitol building victorious.