You meet a female hunter

The day starts like every other day. You wake up in your shelter, that you built in the ruin of an old building from the time before the war. Around you are many such ruins. Most have been looted before you came here, but sometimes you find useful things to sell to the other gangs. You don’t have the technological knowledge to repair things. If you had you could just join one of the larger gangs which had enough food.

But you don't have unique skills. Neither technical, nor scientific, or medical. You're not a mutant either. There are stories of mutants with almost human intelligence who have tremendous power. Still others are changed in special ways. The cells of humans and animals have been bizarrely changed by the radiation.

So you are alone. Your only hope would be in a group of other weaklings or as a ****. So you think it is the best to stay alone. Sometimes you meet a group of other looters and can talk to them. Once you were even part of such a group. But you were attacked by a mutant and only you and one other man survived.

While you eat a little bit of your supplies, mostly dry bread, filtered water and small pieces of jerky, you look around. There is a box of things you found in this ruin. Maybe you will soon meet people to sell them. It should be enough for another month to eat. Or at least three weeks. But you also have to move on soon. The ruins are searched and you believe there isn’t much to find anymore. And if you stay at one place for too long it could attract the attention of a brutal gang or a **** hunter.

So you decide that you will search the ruins today for the last time. Tomorrow you will pack your stuff and head to the south. With more luck than brains you should make it to the border near South America. The big alliance is said to be always looking for workers.

You put on your clothes, which are little more then a bunch of shreds, and leave your shelter. The ruins give you shadow, protect you from the wind and in case on a predator you could climb at the top of the building where you would be safe. You search around for anything useful. Metal, electronic parts or in best case still running technology. To your luck you find an old car wheel buried in the sand. The metal is rusted and not useful anymore. But the rubber can be melted to make new things of it. You can sell it.

Around midday however you walk through the building and almost stumble over a rope, that lays on the ground. You could have sworn you searched this part of the building two days ago. You investigate the rope confused. It’s in a small floor. One end is connected to a few holes in the wall where a knot holds it. The other end disappears behind a corner. You follow it and suddenly you look into the muzzle of a loaded rifle. The one holding the rifle is a woman. She has brown hair, white skin, is tall and slender. She wers nothing but a black bra, black panties, black ripped pantyhose and a green weapons harness with her equipment, a knife and spare munition for her long black rifle.

You have not seen much woman in your past but in your opinion this one is beautiful. Not that this would matter, because she is aiming at you. She looks experienced and is well equipped. She is clearly a hunter of a larger gang. You assume the rope should be a trip hazard. Presumably to throw a wild animal to the ground and then kill it.

“I half expected you to just walk in my trap like a stupid animal,” the woman says and smiles cruel, “but it doesn’t matter. I’m here to hunt for food. But a male human isn’t worthless either. On your knees, honey! Don't cause me trouble, then maybe I'll be nice to you.”