Interrogation.

Unable to resist the urge, you step forward again, this time kicking "Officer Eddie" square in the balls. Again.

"That's for what you wanted to do to me." You snarl, to Eddie groan of pain.

"You'll get yours, bitch..." Eddie whimpers.

"Yeah, maybe. But not answering my questions will ensure that YOU get yours. Get my drift?" You smile sweetly.

"Yeah. YEAH!" The last word comes out as he sees you pulling your foot back for another kick. This one you abort, and smile down at him again.

"Good. Who's the Colonel?" You ask the question slowly, with as much menace as you can put behind the question.

"Colonel. He's Army, I think. I mean, he's got the uniform, and some heavy stuff." Eddie's words are a bit high pitched, but you try to take it all in.

"Keep talking." You scan the area as you listen. Still no motion.

"He's got a few soldiers, but mostly the just the gang."

"Let's talk numbers." you speak quickly. You aren't sure how long it will be before somebody comes to check on Eddie. If it's military, you should have been swarmed already, and the fact that you haven't gives you some hope.

"Uh, Dunno. A couple hundred? DON'T KICK ME! I DON'T KNOW." Eddie shrieks the last comment at a motion of your foot.

"Try this one then. How many women?" If the colonel treats women like this, well...

"Fuck, uh, the brothels got about twenty bitches...OW! Ok! Twenty WOMEN. He's got about five chicks who are good at getting recruits, so they don't have to work the brothel."

"Two hundred men, and Twenty Women?" Those numbers are weird. It makes no sense whatsoever.

"Colonel says that all the real chicks died. All we got left is a buncha dykes and party girls." Eddie spits the word "DYKE" at you, but you ignore it.

"All dead?" you ask quietly.

"Yeah, this fucking virus killed chicks. I mean, it killed guys too, but less than the chicks."

"So, what's this whole thing about "recruits" You ask angrily.

"Well, the chicks are getting smart. I mean, Colonel had this idea that we get a few chicks to get others for the brothel, and they wouldn't have to breed."

"BREED?" You ask, incredulously. He's trying to breed women like animals?

"Hey, look it's the only way we can get some action, and it's really better for you gals anyway. I mean, we take care of you, you get a place to stay, good food, and all you have to do is get laid." Eddie's voice has taken on a bizarre tone. It's almost like he's trying to get you to agree that he's right.

"You boys are seriously fucked up." you aim the gun directly at Eddie's head.

"NO! Please..." Eddie looks at you with an expression of sheer terror. It's tempting to put an end to this slimeball right now. Any man that would agree to this...