Chapter 4

Alice instinctively knew her best chance at survival was to stay away from the other survivors no matter how much she longed for human contact and the physical loving she required on a periodic basis from males with proper equipment to scratch her itch with a satisfactory level of intense pleasure.

She knew she might be better off with a young female to tend to her needs with her busy tongue but she had deep-rooted urges to use a male cock to satisfy her sexual desires and she had no reason to change her mind at this late date due to the chaos around her.

Still, any contact would be dangerous for her and she acted accordingly by keeping her distance from all other humans. Her main source of food was the dry concentrates she had liberated from her daddy’s stash and the plentiful fish in the nearby rivers that jumped at any bait she put on the line.

Alice knew she wasn’t on the male human’s food chain connections like the fish were to hers, but that they were more interested in the secrets between her legs than using her flesh to make a nice steak sandwich out in the wilderness.

Each morning as she slowly worked her way up into the foothills she saw the little piles of human remains as trophies from the horrors of the night before. The males she expected but she was seeing more evidence of women and children being disposed of indiscriminately as the outlaw gangs grew restless in their collective hunger for excitement and pleasure.

She saw some movement in the pile and fished out a middle-aged female with a bald head shaved right down to the scalp. The woman had stunning blue eyes and she appeared to be in fairly good shape despite a nasty lump on the back of her head from a club or a heavy object intended to end her days on earth with its delivery. The woman was bottomless and her pubic hair had been shaved off as well. It was obvious from the bruises and scrapes on her buttocks and legs that she had been popular with the male outlaws before being relegated to the garbage heap for a hard night’s work.

The woman’s English was limited and she spoke a foreign language with no clue as to what she was saying other than the fact she was terrified the men would come back and finish her off.

Fortunately, the female had her name tattooed on her breast proclaiming her to be “Natasha” and at least she knew what to call her.

Alice gave her a pair of shorts from her backpack and extra sandals from the little pocket on the side. It was a beginning of a sort of a relationship that was more or less forced on her and not of her own making and she could respect it as being part of fate and not some silly mistake on her part.

She put a short leash on the girl’s wrist to keep her close to her on the trail because she didn’t want to be looking for her if she got separated. The woman didn’t seem to mind it and Alice presumed she had been chained up most of the time she was being used by the outlaws as spare pussy to be spread around draining their weasels with submissive compliance the entire time.

It was a good thing the girl was in good shape because Alice wanted to put some distance between her and the outlaws just as common good sense would dictate considering their treatment of the hostages under their control. The second day, she caught sight of the end of their band vanishing into the mist of the nearby waterfall and she noticed that they were armed with clubs and long knives but she didn’t see a single firearm in the pack and that was a big relief to her in case they cut her trail accidently and tried to capture her for their fun and games.

That night they set camp next to the waterfall on the other side of the river. She still felt they were too close the outlaw camp and she could hear the screams of the frightened women at night over the noise of the waterfall and she held the shaking body of Natasha in her arms to calm her fears down enough that she could fall asleep in nervous disorder.

From her vantage point on top of the cliff, she could see the bodies floating down the river as the outlaws used the fast running water as a convenient waste disposal for their terrors of the night before. It seemed to her that they were dumping the children faster than usual and she suspected it was because they were unable to keep up the pace of their frantic retreat into the mountains still far ahead a long way off in the distance.

Alice knew it was a crime against humanity but she understood instinctively that there was nothing she could do as a single person all by herself and now she had a dependent to look after as well.

She had the outlaws in her sights within range of her long guns most of the time but she kept her finger off the trigger knowing that it would only invite retaliation that might terminate her own chance at survival.

Alice decided to leave the trail beside the river and strike out further west into the badlands to get away from the large band of outlaws. It was likely that their very size would draw attention from the government forces and she knew their wrath would be catastrophic for both the outlaws and the hostages as well.