A new day dawns.

Druuna woke up with a start the next morning, clutching her knife in one hand. She furtively scanned the area around her camp, searching for anyone who might be near by. After finding nothing nearby, Druuna relaxed a bit and began dressing. As she zipped up her shorts, Druuna scanned the are some more, trying to see if anyone was around. She could have sworn she had felt someone touch her, that’s what had woken her up. “Though, perhaps it could have been a dream?” she thought to herself.

Druuna decided that it must have been, be she kept her club within easy access of her hand, just incase she was wrong. Too on edge to have much of an appetite, Druuna skipped breakfast that morning and began her trek into the further reaches of the mall. She knew she’d have to careful, as the inner areas were quite far away from the entranceway and not as well lit.

Druuna cautiously made her way to the eastern corridor of the structure and began searching the dilapidated remains of the old world. Amongst the ruins of an old store, Druuna only found a few badly damaged electrical cords and an odd, flat rectangle of black glass. At first she thought it was a table or some kind of window, but opening the back of it revealed it to be some sort of container of wires and metal and other strange electrical equipment that Druuna couldn’t quite understand. Deciding that the box was too heavy to carry and knowing that she already had a few wires in her pack, Druuna turned around to leave the store, only to see three large men blocking the doorway.

The men were dressed only in grey cloth wrapped around their groins; which did little to hide their rapidly growing bulges. Each of them sported red and yellow tattoos on their face, chest, arms and legs. One of them held a wooden baseball bat, another had a hunting bow and the largest of the men held a red ax. The biggest man; likely the groups leader, grinned and said “You! Woman! Remove clothing and get on your knees! You are now property of Oakwood tribe!”

Drunna looked at the men and thought quickly; she wasn’t sure if she could take them all on or not, but the thought of surrendering to them made her blood boil.