text: Being a "native" of the area, you do know something of the types that do live in the trailer park. Most of them probably do nothing else except practice-shooting beer cans all damn day. Mel, is most likely right in that his people are going to be better shots and a gun battle is going to result in a lot of dead on your side.
  
  However you can't just let them take your stuff, especially since you're using a lot of it and there isn't much to begin with.
  
  "Well, if we had the extra supplies we might be inclined to share, the fact is we don't have much and what little we have, well we need. You start a shooting match here and you're likely to wind up with more dead and wounded than what was worth the effort." You reply.
  "You'll forgive me if I don't believe you darlin'." Mel replies.
  "It's true, seriously come on in and take a look yourself. We got a shitload of wounded ourselves in that big tent back there. Just you though, the rest of your people can stand out here and look fearsome."
  
  Mel chuckles.
  
  "Oh just me huh? And as soon as I go in I'm at your fuckin' mercy. Nah, I don't think so."
  "Fine so take me as hostage. Here... " you say and drop your rifle and walk over to Mel. A couple people shout at you, but you just wave a hand at them as if to tell them to calm down. Meanwhile Mel stands watching you approach. When you're before him, he's definitely staring you up and down.
  
  "You got a pistol I presume?" you ask Mel.
  "Yeah."
  "Well pull it out and put it to my head." You say turning around and putting your body against Mel's and then putting one of his arms around your waist.
  
  "Well...  shit girl, you're just somethin' else ain't cha?" Mel says barely keeping his composure as he pulls out his pistol.
  "If you say so. In any case you now have a little insurance that should be good enough for you shouldn't it? I mean... I'm putting my complete trust in you. You're in complete control" you say and grind up against Mel's body a little more while turning your head a bit to flutter your eyes at him.
  
  Mel is at a loss for words, but his buddies aren't.
  
  "Woo Hoo, looks like the li'l blonde number is sweet on ya Mel!"
  "I say we take her back, instead of medical supplies. I never liked Bobby Ray to begin with. Motherfucker can bleed out fer all I care!"
  "You plannin' on tradin' Tina up fer her?
  "Why's Mel get all the pretty ones? He's already got Tina, I say one of us should get the blonde!"
  
  At this point some arguing breaks out, followed by Mel shouting at them to shut the fuck up. He then turns his attention back to you.
  
  "Heh...  you ... you are trouble girlie. If I took you back to the trailer park, you'd probably have every man ripping each other apart over you. I can barely keep these dumb fuckers from doing that now. In any case, let's go look at the medical supply situation. Come on." Mel says motioning you to move.
  "As you wish." You say.
  
  Mel and you head back towards the carnival where upon you give him the "grand tour" showing him that it is indeed true that you don't really have much in the way of medical supplies. He also sees all the people that are wounded too.
  
  "Hmm, well I suppose y'all COULD still be hidin' such things somewhere, but honestly I'm inclined to believe ya. This place has even less military vehicles than the ones that were at the trailer park and it sounds like from what you told me there weren't even that many guardsmen here. From the amount of wounded I see, you probably did use up most of the pittance that the military brought with them... how did you get all these wounded though? Nobody looks like they're suffering from gunshot wounds. The cannibal creeps?"
  "Nope. All these wounded are from each other. Long story, let's just say carny politics is complicated and I came out on top." You reply confidently.
  "I see... well you have certainly displayed a certain amount of balls putting yourself in the vulnerable position you did. (Sigh) All right, you dealt straight with me, so I'll deal straight with you. Guess we'll try the town again."
  
  At this point you and Mel head back to the "neutral zone" where upon Mel releases you (reluctantly) and waves at his people to get ready to go.
  
  As they drive away, you breathe a heavy sigh of relief and rush back to the others. Dolores approaches you when you arrive.
  
  "Well that was an interesting way to handle things, but it worked. Those good ol' boys woulda probably killed and wounded a lot more of us."
  "Yeah, an' now we need to get the hell out of here. I don't trust them to not come back with a bigger group and attack us anyway."
  "Well, we probably could've done with a bit more of a rest, but I can't argue with that logic, they weren't the most reputable lookin' an' you're the boss. One good thing about having some recently departed, is that the trailers have a lot more room in them now. Speaking of which, your own trailer is already hooked up to a truck. We should be ready to roll in about an hour."
  
  Feeling like you deserve a rest after recent events, you head back to your trailer to relax.
  
  As soon as you enter though, you are suddenly grabbed and tackled to the floor and the stench of bad body odor fills your nostrils.
  
  "Don't scream bitch." A familiar voice whispers. You get a good look at your assailant and see a man with half worn clown make up on his face.
  
  It's Ranko and he smells even worse now that he's laying right on top of you.
  
  "I see a lot of fuckin' changes to this here carnival have happened since I've been gone. Saw some of it from afar while hiding and waiting for the best time to strike. Nearly got eaten by those geeks in the process, but heh heh heh, I got away... "
  
  Ranko begins to press his weight on you so you can't wiggle away while keeping one hand on your mouth and holding a straight razor in his other. His whole outfit is filthy presumably from lurking about in the wilderness for days, but you also notice that he's sporting a couple wounds of his own in the form of bite marks.
  
  "Nothing smart to say now bitch? Thought you were the ringmaster now. Head cunt in charge and all that. Fuck you, I SHOULD be in fuckin' charge!"
  
  At this point you manage to bite Ranko's hand, which tastes foul, but it's enough to cause him to take it off your mouth, giving you a chance to scream for help, before he backhands you across the face.
  
  "Bitch! Maybe if I raped you, you'd KNOW who's in fuckin' charge!" he exclaims and fumbles with pulling down his pants, and keeps the straight razor to your throat with his other hand. (Carnies must love straight razors)
  
  All Ranko has to do is make a quick swipe and your throat is going to be opened if you struggle. If you do nothing he may very well rape you assuming nobody heard you scream. Of course he'll probably kill you anyway after he's finished.
  > try to struggle
  He might very kill you, but you're definitely not going to let him rape you. You continue to yell for help and with all your strength you begin to fight back, moving your legs and arms. You even get a couple good hits to his face, but it doesn't deter him, all it does is anger him.
  
  After he recovers from your assault outburst he punches you in the face several times and swipes wildly with his razor muttering obscenities the entire time.
  
  Your throat is slashed open and your body isn't even cold before he starts violating anyway.