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to do. She had gone several days without taking any meds and it was starting to grind on her. She could feel her agitation level going through the roof. It may be a positive for this mission, if she didn’t fly off the handle too early. “And all I got is this pop-gun” she lamented while fingering the little Kel-Tec.
The marina consisted of three buildings, she had no clue which one Cindy was being held in. She didn’t even know if Cindy was alive really, she just hoped so. If they wanted her dead they could have killed her and Joey back at the gas station. Kara hoped they had a higher purpose for her, people with higher purposes tended to live longer in this world.
A guard at the entrance to the marina challenged Kara as she approached. “Newcomer?” she asked. Kara nodded yes and the girl reached out and led her by the shoulder towards the center and largest building. As Kara passed the girl smacked her on the ass and giggled. Kara let it go and took a deep breath. “Kill her later Kara” she said to herself and kept walking.
The center building was basically a large barracks. Girls were strewn about everywhere sleeping in various states of undress. There were bunks, mats, sleeping bags, and even a couple real beds just randomly placed around the large open building. “Great” Kara said to herself as she realized she had no sleeping gear or supplies with her and would be without until she procured some. She found an empty spot against the wall and slumped down to rest for a bit. She was clearly not going to get anything done this early in the morning anyways.
The piercing sun woke her right before a loud noise shocked her. A bugle, can you believe a bugle? There was a girl playing revile and it was way too close to Kara. The girls in the barracks started to swear and stir in unison and finally everyone was up. They started to dress and shuffle their way out of the building. Kara followed.
The building closest to the water appeared to be the mess-hall as that is where everyone was heading. Kara went through the chow line and got some pancakes, sausage, and hash browns. She was giddy to be having a real meal as road food was generally awful. She looked around and spotted a group of girls that didn’t look too bitchy so she sat with them. “Who are you?” the youngest looking one asked. “I’m Kara, I came in from Boston last night.” She told her. “Felicia” the little red head said. “This is Tonya and that’s Yolanda” she said while pointing to a tall blonde and a stout little black girl. Kara told them she was pleased to meet them and dug in to her meal.
About 15 minutes into b reakfast one of the head honchos came into the chow hall and interrupted everyone’s meals. “Stand if you are new” she barked. Kara and about six other girls stood up. She began to point “Bathrooms, showers, cattle milker, boat painter, chef’s helper, and you” she said as she pointed at Kara, “patrol”. A groan was heard from the other girls who pulled patrol duty for that day. Apparently they didn’t like newbies on their shifts. “Everyone else check your assignment on the board” the boss commanded. “Last night 7 of our sisters were gunned down on the bridge. The 8 th is missing; it is possible another gang took her hostage. Don’t screw around out there ladies, you will find your ass killed.” With that someone yelled “Atten-hut” and all the girls stood in unison. The commander turned on her heel and headed out the door.
Kara wandered over to her squad to introduce herself. There were four other women going out with her today. Cassie was a 6’4” strawberry blonde that probably played volleyball or basketball before the world collapsed. She wore the cutest double ponytails Kara had ever seen. The cuteness stopped there. Cassie was a bitch with a capital BITCH. Next to Cassie was Greta, if Cassie was a setter or outside hitter on her volleyball team Greta would be the libero, or token short
The marina consisted of three buildings, she had no clue which one Cindy was being held in. She didn’t even know if Cindy was alive really, she just hoped so. If they wanted her dead they could have killed her and Joey back at the gas station. Kara hoped they had a higher purpose for her, people with higher purposes tended to live longer in this world.
A guard at the entrance to the marina challenged Kara as she approached. “Newcomer?” she asked. Kara nodded yes and the girl reached out and led her by the shoulder towards the center and largest building. As Kara passed the girl smacked her on the ass and giggled. Kara let it go and took a deep breath. “Kill her later Kara” she said to herself and kept walking.
The center building was basically a large barracks. Girls were strewn about everywhere sleeping in various states of undress. There were bunks, mats, sleeping bags, and even a couple real beds just randomly placed around the large open building. “Great” Kara said to herself as she realized she had no sleeping gear or supplies with her and would be without until she procured some. She found an empty spot against the wall and slumped down to rest for a bit. She was clearly not going to get anything done this early in the morning anyways.
The piercing sun woke her right before a loud noise shocked her. A bugle, can you believe a bugle? There was a girl playing revile and it was way too close to Kara. The girls in the barracks started to swear and stir in unison and finally everyone was up. They started to dress and shuffle their way out of the building. Kara followed.
The building closest to the water appeared to be the mess-hall as that is where everyone was heading. Kara went through the chow line and got some pancakes, sausage, and hash browns. She was giddy to be having a real meal as road food was generally awful. She looked around and spotted a group of girls that didn’t look too bitchy so she sat with them. “Who are you?” the youngest looking one asked. “I’m Kara, I came in from Boston last night.” She told her. “Felicia” the little red head said. “This is Tonya and that’s Yolanda” she said while pointing to a tall blonde and a stout little black girl. Kara told them she was pleased to meet them and dug in to her meal.
About 15 minutes into b reakfast one of the head honchos came into the chow hall and interrupted everyone’s meals. “Stand if you are new” she barked. Kara and about six other girls stood up. She began to point “Bathrooms, showers, cattle milker, boat painter, chef’s helper, and you” she said as she pointed at Kara, “patrol”. A groan was heard from the other girls who pulled patrol duty for that day. Apparently they didn’t like newbies on their shifts. “Everyone else check your assignment on the board” the boss commanded. “Last night 7 of our sisters were gunned down on the bridge. The 8 th is missing; it is possible another gang took her hostage. Don’t screw around out there ladies, you will find your ass killed.” With that someone yelled “Atten-hut” and all the girls stood in unison. The commander turned on her heel and headed out the door.
Kara wandered over to her squad to introduce herself. There were four other women going out with her today. Cassie was a 6’4” strawberry blonde that probably played volleyball or basketball before the world collapsed. She wore the cutest double ponytails Kara had ever seen. The cuteness stopped there. Cassie was a bitch with a capital BITCH. Next to Cassie was Greta, if Cassie was a setter or outside hitter on her volleyball team Greta would be the libero, or token short
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