Chapter 5

Alice hid inside the fire gutted trunk of a giant tree holding Natasha next to her with her hand over her lips to warn her not to speak.

She knew the male survivors were nearby and that they had made no attempt to hide the fact of their bullying of the young females in their hands. In fact, they had already dumped two of their sweet young bodies into the fast flowing river right next to the forest trail right next to their hiding place.

Alice fondled the butt of the short, barreled handgun but she knew that the noise would give away their position and attract other male marauders in the area that trouble was brewing. She and her female captive had managed to avoid them on the trail, but she knew that the proximity was dangerous and might lead to their discovery unless they could put some distance between their two groups swiftly.

Daybreak opened slowly with a heavy mist clinging to the ground in all low areas heaviest close to the rivers and lakes in the region.

Alice did her best to ignore the siren call of Natasha’s round bottom and peered into the fog to discern any movement that might present danger.

She rubbed her eyes thinking that her vision was failing her, but it was only the mist that shrouded her eyes. Natasha moaned softly and rolled her hips temptingly not aware of how much it distracted Alice from her defensive posture.

She heard the movement before she saw the figures in the fog.

Then, she saw the remaining young females lined up next to the ditch with the abusive males treating them with taunting disrespect. There were six of them left and the three males each had a pair for their personal slaves.

When she saw the naked blades of the machetes, she knew that they intended to waste the six young girls rather than drag them along with them slowing them down on their movement to the safe zone. Of course, what was a safe zone to them was not a safe zone for unattached females by any stretch of the imagination.

The three males were a scroungy bunch and they were all heavily bearded and she could smell their body odor even at a distance of almost fifty feet.

She gripped the handle of her newly acquired handgun and decided that she would chance an encounter with the three men was necessary. She saw that they did not have any firearms visible and that their machetes were their main line of defense.

Alice whispered in Natasha’s ear,

“Stay here and don’t move if I do not return. I need to take care of these guys right now.”

She slid out of the slowly rotting tree trunk and crawled low in the mist to get as close as possible to the trio of miscreants holding the six surviving girls hostage.

The stench from the dirty men filled her nostrils with a need to sneeze. She fought it off because she knew it would be the kiss of death if she was discovered before she got close enough to dispatch the trio before they could react to her attack.

She was only about fifteen feet from the group of huddled girls when she saw the pot-bellied older man swing his machete in the air preparing to remove the head of one of the girls.

Quickly, she took up a kneeling position and cradled the handgun in her two hands. She took him out with a single shot to the forehead and trained her sights on the other two men confused at the noise and sudden shift of momentum. Her second shot caught the closest man down low below the beltline removing most of his groin from his jerking body flopping like a fish out of water on the dew-damp grass. The last man turned as if to run away but she caught him with her third shot in the base of his head instantly ending his sinful life in a world of chaotic struggle.

The second man was still alive, and she finished him off with a mercy shot to his head because he was no longer a man and not even able to service any woman’s need for masculine insertion.

Natasha scampered up from her hiding place and collected the weapons from the fallen men. She spat on their bodies filled with fury at her own treatment at the hands of equally violent men with rape on their mind and souls filled with sinful thought.

The rescued girls gathered in a suddenly talkative circle around them and gratefully drank the cool water from their water bottles to settle their nerves.

Alice discovered that the girls were all from a nearby convent where they had been farmed out as residents for doing farm chores producing food for the survivors of the recent changes in society. They ranged in age from 15 to 18 and were all raped repeatedly by the men for several days as they moved slowly north.

The leader of the surviving girls was a tall girl called Sally who told them that their group started with ten girls and that four of them had already been killed and discarded by the fleeing bad men because they were unable to keep up with their pace.

Natasha kept one of the machetes for her own use and passed the other two to Sally who kept one for her own defense and gave the other to a long-legged girl called Maria who kissed the blade like it was a newly found lover.

They filled up their water bottles from the fast flowing river and moved south away from the badlands to the north. Alice knew that the area to the south was safer only because it was further away from the badlands, but that they would have to find some sort of watercraft to make it across the wide expanse of water to the Western regions in order to survive.