You need to keep trying to convince these guys to let you go.

Your hands shake a little, but you continue: “I don’t want to conflict... Let’s just end our meeting peacefully, guy!”

The bald armed man continues to aim his shotgun at you.

He doesn't react at all to your words.

Ten seconds later you hear the sound of running.

The second guy goes down into the ravine and stands a little further from you.

You see a thin and wiry man wearing a dirty blue T-shirt and torn jeans. His boots bring back memories of Western movies. On this guy's left arm you also notice a cloth bandage with a white four-pointed star symbol.

This man's face looks like he is probably around 30 years old. Stubble on the cheeks. Large reddish mustache. Hairstyle: Reddish hair cut as short as possible. Large nose with a couple of warts. His pale skin has several marks from wounds that have only recently healed. It looks like wounds from a cold weapon (scar on the neck, scars on the right cheek...).

His brown eyes scan you carefully.

In his right hand is a Colt revolver, which is pointed in your direction.

It looks like a Colt Anaconda, a large caliber revolver...

There is something clutched in his left hand...

You are looking closely...

The appearance of this thing does not inspire optimism in you: “Oh my God! Is this really a grenade?!”

The mustachioed guy mockingly says: “If you do something stupid, I will gladly throw this thing at you! Do you know what will happen, cocksucker? You will turn into bloody pieces of meat that will fly in different directions! But I can offer you another option for the development of events...”

This thing is definitely a grenade...

Your chances have gotten worse again...

You swallow the lump in your throat and ask, “What other option?”

The mustachioed guy says: “You give me your weapons and all your useful things. Then you come with us. We'll take you to fortress Jackson. There the boss will decide your fate. Most likely he will find you some kind of work. You're lucky that by the looks of it you're not a shitfaced scum! Ha! Ha!"

The bald guy grumbles displeasedly: “What the fuck, Jasper?!” Let’s just kill him and take the things for ourselves!”

Jasper says: “The boss ordered that we look for any potentially useful people. There are too many shitfaced apes around... We need more people! So shut up, Kenneth! We will only kill this idiot if he tries to do all sorts of crap!”

The swearing of these aggressive guys seems quite normal to you. This is not your first meeting with local residents. Obviously, life in this wasteland is not conducive to polite communication.

Even though these guys are talking to each other, their eyes are directed at you. They closely monitor your every move. Their weapons are pointed in your direction.

These guys clearly look like persons who are used to committing murders frequently and who will not suffer from remorse.

Most likely their reaction will be immediate...

In such a situation, any attempt by you to take offensive action will probably be... fatal to you.

You clearly do not have advanced firearms skills or outstanding dexterity.

After all, you are a scientist, not a soldier.

Therefore, you make a logical, but unpleasant decision in the hope that in this settlement you will be able to successfully talk with this ... boss.

Positive fact: these armed guys want to take you to the very settlement you wanted to come to - fortress Jackson.

Negative fact: you are **** to give these guys all your useful things.

You sigh and do what was asked of you.

You give the armed guys your weapons and your things.

Automatic pistol.

Box of bullets for the pistol.

Bulletproof vest.

Your supply bag.

Now you don't have all this.

You, accompanied by two armed men, crawl out of the ravine.

They take you to a cart harnessed to some strange... animals.

These animals look like bulls...

But each of them has two heads!

Disgusting...

You are **** to sit on a cart.

The corpse of another animal lies next to you. This corpse is similar to those huge moles you saw earlier. Upon closer inspection, shocking details of appearance are visible: dark greenish scales, sharp claws and teeth, vile mucus that oozes from the wounds and from the mouth... The wounds in the corpse were clearly caused by a firearm. This animal was probably the target of the hunt of your new “acquaintances”.

Kenneth glances at you briefly and mutters, “You stinking bastard! Why the fuck do you look at this fat lizardmole like a mixture of shit and vomit?! This is delicious meat to fry!”

You are silent.

Jasper is sitting next to you (your things were packed in a large bag, which is lying on the cart next to Jasper). The muzzle of his Colt revolver is pointed straight at your liver.

In this situation, you prefer not to take risks and not say words that might displease these two guys.

Kenneth took the reins and forces these... bulls to go forward.

The cart is moving.

You will probably soon reach a settlement called fortress Jackson.