The events of history take place in the post-apocalyptic epoch several years after the collision of the Earth with a giant asteroid.

Part 1: Meeting

Ben

I sensed with my gut that it was impossible to return to my lair the same way. He knew that it was worth keeping as far as possible from abandoned premises, but nevertheless decided that nothing bad would happen. Noticing a car next to a one-story building that was once a small shop, I immediately hurried to hide behind a tree. I took out my binoculars from my backpack and looked closely at the building, and noticed near the main entrance of a sucker with a gun. And it was clear to the fool that the milk sucker was not alone, but I was not a fool, unless, of course, my now-deceased cellmate Frankie did not lie. There were not so many options: either make a small detour, and go around the store, or get close to the sucker, cut it down, and then look inside. This sortie ended for me, a looter with experience, a failure. After spending half a day, I almost did not find anything, but at the same time I almost got to lunch with hungry ghouls. They were creatures that looked like zombies, but ghouls differed from classic zombies by moving on all fours, and moving very fast.

One bite of such a creature and after an hour you yourself turn into a ghoul, if you do not have time to inject an antidote. In the daytime, the ghouls are not very active, and are quite rare, but in the evening or at night the risk of encountering them greatly increases. Having barely lost my legs from these creatures, and having lost a backpack with collected junk along the way, I again got a chance to return home not empty-handed. It was worth risking at least for the sake of the machine of the milk-sucker and that rusty trough on which he came here. As soon as the guy turned his back to me, I rushed headlong to the store. I only had a sawn-off weapon and a couple of spare cartridges, as well as a bat. Fearing that the friends of the sucker could hear the shot, I decided to use the bat. This inattentive cretin really did not understand what happened before it was too late. While admiring his wheelbarrow, the milk sucker noticed a shadow on the ground too late, and when he turned aside, he did not even have time to raise his weapon. One stroke of the bat, and the blunt bomber drops his weapon, and falls at my feet. I threw the machine into the car, in which there were no glasses, I went to the store.

“Let me go, you nasty bastard!” - I heard a woman's cry.

- Shut up, bitch! - followed by an immediate response.

Replacing the bat with a sawn-off shot, I quickened my step, thinking to myself that if there were more than three enemies, then I had nothing to catch here. About what is happening here, I realized even before I walked around the empty racks and approached the rack. There were only two friends at the molokosos. One of them stood near the wall, and held a knife next to the throat of a thin red-haired girl in a green T-shirt and worn light-blue jeans. In appearance she was about 17 years old or a little more. The second mordovorot meanwhile thrust some woman in a gray blouse, bending it over the counter. The woman did not resist, but something told me that what was happening did not give her pleasure. After making a few final jerks, the contented guy kept his unit inside the woman, and only after 10 seconds pulled out. Patting the woman on the buttocks, the guy pulled off his prezik from his device, and began to wear pants. Such scrupulous rapists, caring for their health, in these parts I have never met.

- Not bad. Now you can try and redhead, - said the rapist in a contented voice.

- What? - scared screamed woman, turning her face to the rapist.

- I heard a fool! - answered that, and weighed down her sonorous slap.

The redhead girl started kicking right away. Having crushed her leg to the second boy, the girl broke free, and rushed to help her friend. Amateur slaps met her kick in the stomach. The little girl curled up and began to choke. The guy, whom the red otdavila leg, threw her to the floor, and began to kick.

- Stop it! Stop! - shouted a woman.

In my own way, I was a little sorry for this couple, but I was not going to interfere in the educational process. This happened all the time. They are not the first, they are not the last. Having decided to slowly dump, I took a few steps back and stepped on an empty glass bottle, which immediately rolled along the floor with a characteristic sound.

“What a clumsy ram you are!” - a not very joyful thought flashed through my head.

Naturally, both rapists heard a noise. Realizing that I wouldn’t be able to leave quietly anyway, I jumped out from behind the racks, and put the shot charge in the chest to the first rapist, and then I fell into the stomach and got a kicker. A woman threw a worried look at me, pulled on panties hanging around her knees, and a skirt, and then ran up to the red-haired girl.

- Are you whole? The anxious woman asked.

“It's okay,” the girl replied in a stifled voice.

Having reloaded an edge, I approached the saved couple.

“Thank you for intervening,” the woman thanked me.

“There is a reason,” I replied, and bent over the nearest dead man.

That one had only a pistol with an empty yoke, as well as car keys. The second had only a knife, as well as a pack of condoms. So-so catcher, but it could be worse.

- How are you with supplies? Anything with you? - I was curious.

The woman turned around. My eyes slid over her chest, seen from under a torn gray blouse. Natural treshka, no more and no less.

- Nothing. We hadn’t eaten for almost a day, and even looked here because we were hoping to find something.

From her words, I caught little, because like an idiot staring at a bare chest. Though I am not a lustful drocher during puberty, but quite a living person of flesh and blood. And since the last sex I had about three weeks ago, or even a month, my reaction was quite expected. A woman led me out of the Astrala, covering my chest.

“There's still something left in my lair.” Not a buffet, of course, but at least something, ”I replied belatedly.

The woman raised herself up and helped her companion stand up.

- Is this lair far away? The redhead asked.

- If you walk, it is not close. If there is enough gas in the trough outside, then we will be at the site in about 15 minutes.

Fortunately, gasoline was more than enough. After I started the car, my companions deigned to introduce themselves. Busty was called Cynthia, and redhead was Emma.

Emma

The black-haired, bearded type in a sleeveless vest, who came to our rescue, did not like me at first sight. Not that I was a complete bitch, accustomed to judging a book by its cover, but something told me that nobility and altruism are alien to our savior. During that time, while my mother and I were traveling in a new world, we came across mostly freaks. No, sometimes, of course, there were normal guys, but it was rather an exception to the rules. While the bearded man drove us to his, as he himself said the den, I looked at the dull, deserted landscapes outside the window, which were soon replaced by a small wood, and how I could have tried not to think about what I suggested to get into that damn store . I suggested, and my mother once again had to pay for it. Anyway, the feeling of guilt is lousy, and nothing can be done about it.

- What are you sad, baby? - suddenly asked Ben.

What a damn business? Watch the road and do not ask stupid questions! I didn’t check out how boring the bearded man was and didn’t say it out loud, fearing that Ben wouldn’t drop us off on the go.Having not received an answer to his question, the bearded man no longer tried to start a conversation. When we got to his lair, I caught myself thinking that our shaggy bear was very lucky with the den. Next to the wooden two-story house, in which, apparently, the bearded man lived, there was a small rotten shed ....