***Please note that all characters in this story are over 18. Also, this is my first story that I have submitted to literotica so if you like it please comment! This is intended to be a ten part series and if it's a little slow I apologize.
Rose looked over her shoulder to see the other one circling behind her. He beat a crowbar in his hands menacingly. The one who had driven the car seemed to think the whole thing was hysterical.
Rose disagreed.
Sweat dripped from her brow and her long black hair was in matted ringlets, sticking to her back along with the thin white button up she had stolen. Her pants were tattered from walking. She was tired. And she had nowhere to run.
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Up ahead Max saw something kicking up dust. His thick black hair was beginning to drip with sweat and he was starting to think for the millionth time that a black leather jacket was not exactly conducive to survival in the barren desert. His hands worked over the shotgun in his grip and Max stopped to look at the people he could now see kicking up the dust.
He pulled his tiny canteen out of his back pocket and took a sip. That's all there was. Max swore and threw the canteen in the dust. Those dustkickers were getting loud. It didn't sound like something Max would like.
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The one who was the driver finally took his hands off his hips to rub back his thick red mustache. He unhitched his suspenders with a grin and moved toward Rose.
Rose grimaced.
Maybe afterwards...she could slip away? With the car?
Crowbar moved up to her too. Guess they weren't even going to take turns. It was surprising to see two people these days who were willing to share something.
Rose closed her eyes.
A roaring bang rang out twice.
Rose opened her eyes.
Her pursuers lay around her with gaping holes in their chest. Rose looked around. Dust. Dust. Dust. And behind her was a man in black. Black leather mostly it seemed. He was calmly popping shells into his shotgun. He walked over to the car.
"Little gas. Must be close."
"What must be close?" Rose asked.
"Town. Water. Food. People."
"We can't go back there," Rose said.
"You don't have to little lady."
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Max looked the girl up and down. She looked good. Real good. Like a cool drink of water good. And right about now, that was pretty damn good. The thin white shirt she wore was stuck so close to her that Max could see her nipples as her chest rose and fell. The jeans she wore were tight too. Max thought about it and then decided the girl was probably only wearing that shirt and those pants.
There was nothing in the car really. Little bit of water. He had to start going toward the town. He moved in that direction.
