Banished/The Wasteland
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You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are others convicts with you. | You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are others convicts with you. | ||
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| + | And of course, ther's the New Hope gendarmes that rae guarding you. | ||
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| + | "It's a shame to kick out such a babe, right?" | ||
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| + | You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guard is talking about you | ||
Revision as of 19:34, 28 November 2015
You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are others convicts with you.
And of course, ther's the New Hope gendarmes that rae guarding you.
"It's a shame to kick out such a babe, right?"
You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guard is talking about you
You have seen the Wasteland in movies, but never imagined that you would experience it yourself and you don't realy know what to expect. But if it's halfway as bad as in the movies, well... you don't want to think about what might happen then.
As the ride drags along, you relive every significant point in your life, thinking about the people you've met and the choices you've made.
[Någon säger något]
The APC stops.
"Allright, ladies and gentlemen. This is your stop." It's a soldiers voice.
Someone unfastens you from the metal bar behind you, but leave the cuffs on, and then drags you to your feet and pulls you out of the APC. You feel asphalt under your feet and the sun on your skin. It's got to be noon, and it's warm.
"All right bitch, I'm going to take the bag of but don't move or you'll get shot." You feel what must be the barrel of a gun press against your soft breast, and you nod.
The hood is pulled of.
