<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br/><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br/><strong>Location: Tim's car</strong> <br/><strong>Summary: Searching her inner <br/>self and <br/>witnessing some fucked <br/>up shit. Oh, and getting <br/>her first glimpse <br/>of dom.</strong> <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim, Dom, Noah, <br/>Sara, Mika.</strong></div><br/>His question - or rather his demand in the form of a question - made her stomach drop. Why shouldn't he kill her? Honestly, it would save her a lot of trouble, and him the extra mouth to feed. But, realistically, she knew she didn't want to die. She had been raped, and hurt before. But these guys... they were different. So what could she offer them? What could a 20 year old girl, who'd only been above ground for two days, possibly bring to this group of raiders that would at least redeem her a place as a fuck toy for a short period of time.<br/><br/>Her thoughts where cut off by the commotion now happening outside the bus. She saw Tim line up the slaves, and noticed a new figure with him. A taller, muscular man. Not nearly as muscle as meat-bags with that cute little red head, but musclely. It made had been an inappropriate thought for the time and place, but curiosity did cause her to wonder what he looked like up close. Not that she even wanted to meet him at all. Chances were he was no better than the rest of them. She watched though, her heart thudding some as the gun was forced into the skinny gingers hand.<em>What the hell is happening?</em>She wondered to herself. Then suddenly, the gun went off. Her eyes widened, watching as the mist of blood merged with the dust in the air. Her mouth went dry, and her eyes water some as she watched the agony that pale, scrawny boy was going through. And the other girl, who looked utterly terrified.<br/><br/>The only solution at the time she could think of was to look away.<em>Better get used to this.</em>She told herself. She went back to her thoughts, once again going back to her old Bunker. It was a government owned bunker. Stocked to last decades, and even the twenty years her family, some others, and the occasional gangs that came through, a dent was hardly made in the supplies. Well, perhaps there was a pretty big dent in the weapons, but there was plenty of food and water. And the people that were left in the bunker... well... they wouldn't be much to deal with.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were cut off by Tim getting into the car. She looked over at him, listening as he gave his final command. He flicked his radio off, and right on que he asked for her answer. She looked away for only a moment. "My father... he was pretty high up in the old world government," She started, looking over at him, "He had sole ownership of a government funded bunker. It was made to hold hundreds, but it's only ever held fifty at a time, max." She took another pause to see if he could catch where she was going with this.<br/><br/>"It's a ways south of here. I don't know if you had planned to make anymore stops, but we could eventually come back and stop by. There's food, water, weapons..." She looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "And if that isn't good enough for you, then, well... I guess my vagina will have to suffice."