A guy with a bat

Location: Roof

State: Normal

HP: 99/100

Lust: 1/100

Infection: 0/100

Equipment: School Uniform, Trainers, Bedside Lamp, Rucksack, 20 Credits

A grey-eyed guy with a mohican haircut greeted me with a suspiscious look. His hair was dyed in green. He had a pale face with piercings. He wore a leather jacket (without anything under, it seemed), damaged jeans and old ranger boots. He was holding a baseball bat which was flippantly resting on his shoulder.

"Ok. Come in.", he said with a bossy tone.

The roof was not very exciting. There was the end of air ducts and little barriers, mostly to remind you it was dangerous to get close to the edge. They could not stop anyone from falling off the roof. The guy moved towards a girl who welcomed him with a sharp accusation.

"Why did you let her in? Is she clean? Don't you tell me you checked her in so little time!"

"She's okay, I guess.", he responded with a jaded sigh.

"You GUESS? Do you want to survive? Because if you don't you might as well jump off that fucking roof, the result would be the same!"

"At least I wouldn't have to hear your annoying voice again...", he muttered.

The girl pushed him aside and faced me with an angry look, as if I was responsable of her fate. Her pink bobbed hair (dyed as well) clashed with her grey eyes and her black leather tube top. An amethyst set the piercing on her bellybutton. She wore black mini shorts and black trainers.

"You! Did they touch you?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb! Did one of those fuckers have his way with you?"

"N-no!"

"That's not very convincing."

Out of the blue, she lifted my skirt. I yelped, startled, trying to draw back, but it was too late: she had seen my bare crotch. I slapped her hand away before protesting.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I see we have quite a slut here. Although you look clean. For now. But I warn you. If you make the slightest suspicious move... I slit your throat."

To illustrate her resolve, she drew a switchblade and before I could do or say anything, she pressed the blade against my neck. The green-haired guy came to my rescue.

"Stop it already, Cindy! She's clean. You said it yourself."

"I said she looked clean. But she also looks like a girl who has sucked a shitload of dicks. I mean, who wanders around like this when everyone around is a fucking ****?"

"WHAT?", I yelled, shocked by her accusation.

"Cinderel...", Jack started to say with a threatening tone.

She turned round to face him and took a fighting stance, her switchblade ready to taste flesh.

"Dont. Call. Me. That."

"You won't kill me. You know it. Let it go, sis."

She froze. For a moment, she looked genuinely ready to butcher her brother. But after a while, she gave up and put her knife back in her pocket. Then, she walked towards the most distant part of the roof, where some sheets and blankets had been laid on the floor. As she walked past him, he muttered:

"You're not wearing panties either, anyway."

"What did you say?"

"Nothin'.", he said before talking to me. "Sorry for that. My sister can be a bit... hostile, sometimes. My name's Jack. Welcome to our fortress. I s'ppose you have a lot of questions to ask. I'll try my best to share the little information we got. Then, maybe we can start... helping each other. "

He ended his last sentence in a whisper while glancing at his sister, as if he was worried about her reaction.

I did have a lot of things to ask him. I tried to put some order in my thoughts before asking the question that summarized everything I wanted to know:

"What the hell is going on here?"