The scorching summer sun is replaced by cold rain. On a broken road, which was once a busy highway number 87, the first puddles began to appear. In the distance, the "Welcome to Mount Marion" sign was visible.

Our heroine is a regular refugee resident 121. A young girl of eighteen years old in a blue tight jumpsuit. Tired, hungry and drenched to the skin, she walked slowly along the highway in search of shelter. The rain poured down harder and harder, the wind grew stronger, dissolving her long dark hair. The black sky, sometimes illuminating the earth with a blinding lightning and coarse thunder.

The dark silhouette of the rocket, which at one time installed at all the gas stations of the Red Rocket company, said that the city was very close. The first bus stop, then a non-working traffic light. "Everything, I got there," said Victoria, and exhaled heavily. Everywhere destroyed buildings, broken cars, but some buildings managed to survive. Such as the Joe Goods Store, with its windows boarded up, but the door ajar and the tilted signboard. Which became a new refuge for the girl. Inside, dark and damp, Victoria turned on the flashlight and pulled out a pistol. A bright beam illuminated the whole room, tin cans and empty beer bottles were scattered everywhere. Dirty broken tiles underfoot. Several twisted, torn mattresses. Broken windows of the grocery store, an empty cash register, in which for a long time there is no money, but there is only a web.

Shabby walls and mold on the ceiling. On the counter was an old Radio Radio King. Putting down the gun, she turned on the radio and the empty room immediately filled with life. “It's not so scary anymore,” the girl rejoiced and began to look around the other rooms. There was a restroom, a staff lounge and a kitchen. In the lounge there was a large sofa, a round table and a couple of chairs, as well as lockers and dressers. After searching all the boxes, Victoria found a half-empty pack of cigarettes, a handful of lids and various rubbish that no one wanted. And the search for food in the kitchen did not lead to anything, but several bottles of wine with heavily worn labels were hidden in the oven. Someone clearly did not want to be found.

The rain did not stop. Victoria went out into the cold street, standing under the roof, she looked at the dark city and thought about something. She sat down on an empty wooden box, took a sip of wine, took out a cigarette and lit it. Life is too short to think about your health, every day can be the last.

“Let's bask in the sun, it’s so useful to you,” came the words from a song playing on the radio. Victoria plopped down on the sofa and could no longer resist fatigue, closing her eyes for a second, she fell into a dream and neither hunger nor wet clothes interfered with her. And only a burning candle lit the room that evening until ... it went out.

Opening her eyes, the girl felt anxious, and was scared in earnest. From somewhere in the street came muffled voices, and with every second they approached. A few unscrupulous male voices have so far merged into one voice. People were approaching, now it became clear what they were talking about. Goods, a lot of goods, get rich, a great day. Victoria decided that these are local merchants returning from the next trip. Exhaling, she sat down on the sofa. And the voices in the street fell silent. The door creaked, heavy steps stopped in the aisle. Looking out of the room, the girl was horrified. Three men came into the room and they are not like traders.
- Dick, you forgot to turn off the radio again! - said one of them.
- I turned off! - countered the other.
- It turned on itself, huh ?! - shouted the first.
“Hey you two, shut up!” We are not alone here, check everything here! Said the third.
Victoria stepped back into the room and began to look for her gun, but he was not there.Three shadows moved in the dark, someone accidentally kicked a tin can and it rolled on the floor making a lot of noise. They were coming. The bright light of the lantern blinded the girl, and a blow to the face knocked her down and knocked her to the floor.
- Oops, who is here with us, eh? Guys, I found a great trophy! - enthusiastically shouted a gangster. The whole crowd surrounded the girl. Someone lit a kerosene lamp and everything became clear. Three men with weapons and in very strange clothes. These are the thugs who returned from the next attack on the trade caravan.
“What are we going to do with her, Doc?” - asked the first.
- Let's kill her? - offered the second.
- Yes exactly! Will know how to climb in other people's homes. - added Doc.
One of the gangsters took out a knife and began to drive them near the girl’s face, watching how scared she was. “And we will make one cut, from this ear to this,” he said with a knife tip, “Or I will pierce your stomach many, many times.” The whole crowd laughed, and the girl began to cry:
- I beg you, do not kill me! You are welcome! Let me go! - Sorely said Vick.
- Ahahaha, please, I beg, ahahaha, and yes even release. Do not even dream! - the man swung the knife. The girl closed her eyes.
- Stand, asshole, remove the knife! What the hell is going on here? - the fourth appeared in the room.
- This rat was rummaged in our house! She deserved to die! - the murderer hissed.
- You forgot who's in charge here, can I remind you? - said the leader.
“No, Boss,” answered the Moron.
- Doc, Serpent, raise it! - ordered the boss.
Thugs raised the girl. The boss examined her. "Do not be afraid of the girl, nobody will offend you." His hand reached for a tear-stained face. “You're so warm,” he said. Then he began to unzip her overalls, which hid a luxurious body. “Just look at this, how delicious they look. And you wanted to kill her? Yes, this is the best girl I have ever seen in my life! ”
- Boss, I don't like her, let's slap her and dump her into the ditch? - offered a gangster with a knife.
- Dick, you fucking such a jerk! - replied with contempt leader.
“I know, Boss, that's what my name is for that,” said the Fool, upset.
- Although you can and slap. She got to the "Chateau Montrose", a harvest in 2043. “We robbed a dozen caravans to find them,” said Snake.
- No no no! No, please let me go! - shouted Victoria.
- Tie her and let him sit in the toilet and think. - Boss snapped.
The gangsters tied her arms and legs and threw the girl on the cold floor in the dressing room. At that time, laughter, lustful tales, and the clink of bottles came from the room. Half the night the raiders played cards and drank whiskey. It would seem that this night and this rain will never end.

- Hey, you, get up! The boss ordered to cook you! - whispered Doc.
- What? Do you want to eat me? - Victoria asked in surprise.
- No, you fool! Here, have a drink - said, drawing a bottle of whiskey.
- I will not!
- Itself regret it! Well, drink! - Doc began to pour the girl in the mouth of whiskey. Coughing and panting, Victoria mastered only half a bottle. The gangster got up, went into the booth and started looking for something. Having made some noise, he went out with a couple of bottles of whiskey in his hands, there was his hiding place. “I would never have guessed something to hide there,” thought Victoria. Hunger did its job, she began to get drunk fast. Thoughts became confused in the head. The girl calmed down and fell asleep.

As time went on, the conversations at the table began to subside, and two men come for the girl, dragging her into the room and throwing themselves at the feet of their leader.
- Hey, Fool, drag this receiver here! - ordered the leader.
“Yes, boss,” answered the Moron.
- Well, girl, are you ready? The Boss asked and patted the girl on the cheek.
“Boss, here is your radio,” said the murderer with the receiver.
- And now go to the porch and stand on the nix!
- Yes, boss.
- Well, girl, I want to look at your babies.
He bare her shoulders, cut her bra with a knife and looked at her bare chest. Victoria noticed how something big began to bulge from the man’s pants.He took off his clothes, and before the eyes of the girl seemed a huge member, so big she had never seen.
- Girl, open your mouth.
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