Krez woke up, he was in a run down house, the walls all ripped in half and rubble everywhere. He felt for his gun, still there. He stood up and saw that he'd been lieing apon a matress, it had lots of stains apon it and a great rip at the bottom. He walked out of the bedroom and passed a man.
Krez: Hey, You! Where are we?
Man: We're at the slavers den in Klepston..
Krez: You mean, we're in a proper civilised town? I never knew any towns or cities survived the bombings...
Man: Oh, yeah many did. Many villages and their populations managed to survive..... they used many means, some, like you, must have run away after they heard the news of the war, in only the clothes they were wearing. While others hid in bunkers, praying not to be found.
Krez: Ok, Has anyone ever escaped from here?
Man: I wouldn't bother trying, the last one that was caught got hung.
Krez walks out the front door to find that this house, and many more are part of a large fenced in area. Ocasionally around the land you could see a guard, all armed with various small arms.
Krez saw the nearest fence and saw that beyond it was the rest of the town. He ran, he ran like he did when those youths attacked his shop, he ran like he did when he had to deliver messages. He ran like he did to escape the war...
Krez jumped at the fence, he heard a yell and a rifle shot ricocheted off the ground. He jumped from the top and dived behind a rock. He saw a door in a fence open 6 men ran out shooting at Krez.
Krez Drew his shotgun and fired ripping a large whole in one mans chest, another man ran towards him with a knife, Krez hit him with the butt of his gun before firing, leaving a hole in his chest.
Slaver: Keep back boys, this one ain't worth it...
The slavers went back inside, Krez headed towards the town....
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