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Anasiel
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Caitlyn pressed her body further against the top of the grassy hill as she peered down at the encampment of men in the valley, not even 100 yards from her. There were five men, laughing harshly and making snide remarks to each other around a campfire. Soon, the sun would fully set and Caitlyn would have to make her move. For now though, she was grateful for the opportunity just to watch.
It had been nearly 10 years since she had last seen a male and she was equally as frightened as she was curious. These men were filthy, and spoke unncessarily loudly compared to the women of the vault. If Caitlyn had her pick, these men would be the last people she would steal from. As it was though, her own cache of supplies was running low and her stomach was burning with hunger. It had been a full week since she left the vault, and these were the only people she had managed to see along the way. Caitlyn took a long, slow breath to steady her nerves.
Half an hour later, darkness descended over the camp and one by one, the men laid down to sleep. Caitlyn waited a full other hour before she crept down the hill, moving as silently as she could. She held her breath as she approached the group, her eyes straining in the darkness to see her surroundings. Finally, they locked onto a crusted leather bag that sat next to one of the men. It was the only one not directly touching anyone and Caitlyn cautiously began to slink towards it. At least, only inches away from the sleeping man, Caitlyn slipped her fingers around the bag's harness and began to pull it towards her.
A startled snort made Caitlyn freeze.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Uh oh. Caitlyn's grip on the bag tightened and she rose, about to make a run for it when a sturdy hand grabbed her by the wrist. The other men were waking now and stood in a hurry, all eyes narrowed at the girl in front of them.
"I, um...I was hungry..." Caitlyn started, dropping the bag with a nervous smile. The men did not seem amused with her answer and her mind began to race. Well, it can't get any worse. Caitlyn let out a shriek. "HELP!!!"
It had been nearly 10 years since she had last seen a male and she was equally as frightened as she was curious. These men were filthy, and spoke unncessarily loudly compared to the women of the vault. If Caitlyn had her pick, these men would be the last people she would steal from. As it was though, her own cache of supplies was running low and her stomach was burning with hunger. It had been a full week since she left the vault, and these were the only people she had managed to see along the way. Caitlyn took a long, slow breath to steady her nerves.
Half an hour later, darkness descended over the camp and one by one, the men laid down to sleep. Caitlyn waited a full other hour before she crept down the hill, moving as silently as she could. She held her breath as she approached the group, her eyes straining in the darkness to see her surroundings. Finally, they locked onto a crusted leather bag that sat next to one of the men. It was the only one not directly touching anyone and Caitlyn cautiously began to slink towards it. At least, only inches away from the sleeping man, Caitlyn slipped her fingers around the bag's harness and began to pull it towards her.
A startled snort made Caitlyn freeze.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Uh oh. Caitlyn's grip on the bag tightened and she rose, about to make a run for it when a sturdy hand grabbed her by the wrist. The other men were waking now and stood in a hurry, all eyes narrowed at the girl in front of them.
"I, um...I was hungry..." Caitlyn started, dropping the bag with a nervous smile. The men did not seem amused with her answer and her mind began to race. Well, it can't get any worse. Caitlyn let out a shriek. "HELP!!!"