Claim your reward
From Create Your Own Story
Rifle lowered you began your stride down the hill side, all the while keeping your eyes trained on the two cowering kids, never knowing if they would make a run for it. To your luck they don't saving you another bullet for another day. Coming down the slop you approached the two huddling kids, you cant help but think it would have been a much different life for them had the bombs never fallen.
Now within ten feet of them their eyes follow up to you see the blank expression on their your face. Its not as though you don't care, its just the way life is now.
The boy goes to open his mouth but is quickly met with the butt of your rifle which sends him sprawling backwards onto the hill side with a grunt of pain, causing the your girl to scream out trying to defend him.
"Quite."
You speak, your voice calm not never raised in its intensity. ---
It takes some time but with a few strands of rope you manage to tie the two kids together and set the back to back on the hard ground knowing all to well small rocks would be digging into their skin. Turning away you being to dig through the fresh corpses. Shortly you have a nice pile of clothes, drugs, bullets, and food. Its a nice haul especially with the two shotgun on top of it all. Piling what you can into your own backpack you turn around to look over the kids once more thinking of what to do with them. They in decent enough shape, minus the dirt and torn clothes; they would be good slaves if you could get them to the market which is a few days walk from here. It would be difficult however to watch, and protect them on the way, not to mention feed them sometimes you barley manage to make it out yourself let alone another.
Do you:
