Anya saw a road block up ahead and stopped in front of it. A giant gate made of salvage sheet metal. barbed wire and small torches. She got off the bike and looked around for a way to get it opened untill she heard the sound of a gun clicking above her. She looked up and saw a man in leather armor aiming a rifle at her.
“Hold it right there.” He said to her. “Who are you? State your business.”
“Pardon me.” Anya replied. “I didn’t expect anyone out here. I was just passing through until your gate was in front of me. Also, I’m out of gas.”
The man put away his gun. “As long as your not a raider or slaver. We’ve been under attack several times and been barely holding them back. They been fighting us tooth and nail to get our food and women.”
“Harsh!” Anya said. “Maybe if you help me with my bike I can help you with your problem. I know how to teach people how to defend themselves.”
“Maybe.” He said. “But you need to gain my trust before I can let you in. No offence but can‘t be too careful these days.”
Anya was annoyed. “You got a point. What exactly do you want me to do?” |