Banished/The Wasteland, Arrival

From Create Your Own Story

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 other convicts with you. And of course, thers's the New Hope gendarmes that are guarding you.

"It's a shame that we have to kick out such a babe, right?"

"Yeah, she's gorgeous."

You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guards are talking about you. You shake your leg a few times, and he eventually lets go but not before ggiving you a squeeze.

"The Wasteland's going to love you, baby. "

You shift nervously and try not to think about where you're going. Everything you know about life outside of New Hope you learned from movies, but if it's half way as bad, well... no, que sera sera: Whatever will be, will be. 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.

The APC stops.

"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your stop."

Someone unfastens you from the metal bar but leave the cuffs on, then drags you to your feet and pulls you out of the vehicle. You feel asphalt under your feet and the sun on your skin. It's warm outside.

"I'm going to take the bag of, but don't move or you'll get shot." You feel what can only be the barrel of a gun press against your soft breast, and you nod.

The hood is pulled of.

You blink a few times before your eyes adjust to the strong sunlight