Although it is morally unpleasant, you are to commit theft.

Crawling through the tall grass, you think: "I need to do this quickly and quietly... If they notice me, these savages will attack me!"

You carefully crawl up to one of the primitive tents, which is made of stinking animal skins.

Your fingers feel the bags lying on the ground inside the tent.

And you drag one of the small bags to yourself.

Then you crawl back and hide among the bushes, hearing Solomon continue his chatter, distracting the attention of the savages.

You hold the bag tightly. Your fingers feel that there are some small things inside the bag.

You are afraid and, therefore, you do not waste time examining and assessing the value of these objects.

You move crawling towards the path along which you and your companion recently walked.

After ten minutes, the sounds of conversation fade away…

You have gone quite far.

You are now standing on a narrow path through bushes and tall grass.

The path leads to the settlement of Little-Rock, where you recently came from.

"Maybe I should just run away from here now?" you think belatedly.

However, a few seconds later, you hear the sound of footsteps.

You look around and see the short figure of a muscular bald man with a bushy mustache.

Solomon the Banger…

His grinning face…

His left eye, dull and lifeless…

His right eye, a light blue, stares into your face, as if anticipating your intentions.

His right hand strokes the handle of a large revolver in a holster on his belt.

A telling hint...

"Give me what you managed to steal from those stupid savages..." - a deep and raspy voice makes you flinch slightly.

You hand him a small bag.

Solomon quickly examines the things: "Ahem... A couple of broken toasters, a broken flashlight, some rusty crap... Oh! A laptop with a broken screen that doesn't look completely useless! There might be some microchips in there that I can use..."

After saying these phrases, he lightly pushes you in the shoulder and says imperatively: "You turned out to be a effective thief, Jerome-Toy! Now we need to get back to the settlement quickly... You don't want those savages to pierce your plump ass with a spear..."

You nod and hurry after Solomon, who quickly walks in the direction of Little-Rock.

Occasionally tripping over small rocks and tree roots, you ask as you continue walking: “We stole some of these savages’ things… They mentioned that these things were a tribute to the Little Rock settlement authorities… What will happen now if these guys don’t pay the full amount of the tribute?”

"Don't worry... It's not our problem. We work for ourselves - the interests of our gang come first. These savages will pay tribute in another way... Have you seen one female-savage with them?" - Solomon waves his hand indifferently.

"Yes... I saw..." - you answer.

"This bitch can be given away as a commodity to compensate for the lack of tribute... I'm sure that's why they took her with them. Around the town of Little-Rock there is controlled territory. Places for grazing cattle, mines, hunting grounds, small settlements of dependent tribes... Everything is as usual... Dumb savages regularly pay tribute. Town Little-Rock is a dependent territory, subordinate to a large and powerful city called Babili, which is an important center of the **** trade. A dumb female-savage will probably be sold to the brothels there or to the guilds of medical scientists there. After all, you can not only disassemble ancient mechanisms for parts, but also “disassemble for useful parts” such dumb pieces of meat as these savages…” - listening to this cold-blooded reasoning, you feel a surge of horror.

Previously, you did not suspect that such a nightmare was happening outside the usual life of your bunker…

Solomon the Banger notices the expression of fear in your eyes and says: “You don’t want to end up just a piece of meat that will be cut into useful parts, do you?”

“I don’t want…” - you say in a trembling voice.

“You know what you have to do to survive, Jerome-Toy?”

“What?”

“You have to be part of a gang. You have to be part of a community of those who can pierce the skull of anyone who tries to kill you. Either you kill first, or you are killed. Such is the “law” of wastelands…”

You both covered the rest of the way in silence.

So, you are back on the streets of Little-Rock settlement.

"I'll sell most of this stuff right away at the market. But some of it will be useful..." - Solomon examines the contents of the bag with the things you stole once more.

He directs his steps towards the local market.

You think about what happened and follow him along a dirty and narrow street.

Suddenly, you feel someone pushing you from in front.

"Watch where you're going, cocksucker!" - the sound of a rough voice brings you out of your thoughts.

In front of you stands a slightly hunched man, dressed in some light brown torn rags that had not looked like normal clothes for a too long ago.

His face twists into a contemptuous grimace.

The fury look of his cloudy gray eyes makes you feel uneasy.

He is only a meter away from you.

A foul stench from his mouth...

The sight of rotten black teeth...

A nose, broken, probably in several places...

And you also see that this man's hand is reaching for some object on his belt.

You look around in fear for help.

And you see alarming circumstances: Solomon is standing five meters ahead of you. And two more guys dressed in rags are slowly approaching him, clearly demonstrating unfriendly intentions.

Slap!

A burning pain in your left cheek.

That bastard slapped you!

"Look at me when I talk to you, bitch! Me and my friends are going to take everything valuable you have! And then you will do what I tell you! You will suck my dick! And I will fuck you in the ass! And all my friends will fuck you in the ass! If you resist or if I don't like anything, I will just slit your throat, bitch!" - the words from the robber's stinking mouth do not bode well for you.

It seems that on this narrow street you met those who want to take your valuables by ****.

In the right hand of the bastard who hit you, you can already see a small knife...

The tip of the knife is shining and approaching your face...

One more second and something irreparable and painful for you will happen...

You are shocked by what is happening...

However, the sense of self-preservation and the recently heard words of Solomon **** you to take quick action.

You make a quick knee strike to the groin of this vile robber.

An extremely painful knee kick to the balls...

This scum squeals from hellish pain and falls to the ground.

Before falling, he manages to make several swings of the knife and grazes your left shoulder, causing a shallow cut.

You feel pain from the bleeding wound...

The deafening sound of shots from a revolver.

You look forward...

Solomon the Banger reloads his large revolver and approaches you.

He delivers a powerful kick to the fingers of the robber, who is whining in pain.

The knife falls to the ground.

Solomon points to the knife with his eyes: "I think you understand what you need to do now, Jerome-Toy... In this settlement there is a "law" - "your safety is your own responsibility". It would be naive to hope for anyone's help. These streets are dangerous and it would be foolish to leave a threat behind you..."

The sharp blade of a small knife gleams among the dirt...

The man, who is whining in pain, continues to lie on the ground.

Obviously, these stinking robbers in rags overestimated their own strength and were too reckless in choosing you and your companion as a target for robbery.

Adrenaline in your blood...

Feeling of fear...

Searing pain in your cheek from the slap...

Pain from a shallow bleeding wound in your left shoulder…

Now you are being urged to kill a some person again...