Chapter 1: The Pit

Huffing and puffing and sweating all over she had to exert her saved energy climbing up the deep pit. Though her frail body had been subjected to harsh material after being beaten by a deranged man she had met in the clearing two days ago, her mind would not give up. She had to have a way out. When man left thinking he had killed her; she was able to leave the clearing, black and blue. Slithering down the hill, in pain. Young and vulnerable, she had struggled to elude dangers. For she had to live. To fight for survival, to find her missing Babba, her father. And she had always been lucky. And this one was no different.

While she was looking for a haven to stay for a night, a group of Remnants had cornered and captured her.

Then she had been thrown down, in here, the pit; of putrid smell for human flesh, starting to decompose. Of men’s. And women’s. And children’s. Fated to suffer from their captors. Anyone could be a captive. Even captor could be captured by another captor, stronger and faster. For no one, in his right mind, had a tinge of sanity in this god-forsaken place. Except, her.

As she was inching her way up nearing onto the mouth of the open pit, she heard the shouting of anguish. Of warriors’ blood-curdling cries enveloping the place. She, finally, had managed to reach the mouth of the pit. Above her, were smoke swirling up and, on eye-level, was fire devouring makeshift houses. Remnants running to and fro. Some were fighting. Others were running for their lives. Feeling vindicated for what they had done to her, she ascended the pit with a complacent smile. She had made a hard pull up onto the ground without knowing that a throng of men was looking at her, waiting for her to come up onto the blood-bathed ground.  And became a captive, again. By another group. Of captors. Crueler.

It was post-apocalypse. Zombies around. Abound.

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