Surviving the Future (Penny & doom29169)
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				Title: <strong>Surviving the Future (Penny &amp; doom29169)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Penny</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 17:37:54</strong>
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				The buildings of this once budding small city are now smashed and in ruin.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some of them completely destroyed, only rumble remaining.&nbsp; While others could barely be called buildings at all, only a few walls still standing.&nbsp; Finally just a few of the once thriving community's buildings are still standing, albeit with holes and a few alterations added to them. <br><br>At the center of the new world's city is a park.&nbsp; The trees there are completely barren, limbs broken off, leaves shriveled and brown.&nbsp; Spots of dead grass and scorched earth marks what's left.&nbsp; A large make-shift podium is built, it's obvious that it's been made with the left overs of other constructions, the wood not perfectly matching at some points, while parts seem to be rotting away.<br><br>A crowd as gathered around the podium with guards armed with whatever weapons they could muster standing at the corners of the crowd and the edges of the podium.&nbsp; A fat, dirty old man stands, waving his arms about while shouting about his new wares.&nbsp; Behind him are a few disheveled humans chained to each other, none of them looking up or even bothering to acknowledge the crowd building around them.<br><br>She is the first item up for purchase.&nbsp; Her dark hair frazzled around her head.&nbsp; The bangs dangling around her face, covering her eyes from the crowd as she stares at the planks of the podium.&nbsp; The heavy rusted metal collar is wrapped around her thick neck.&nbsp; A dirty, dark blue hoodie hangs off her heavy frame.&nbsp; Her lily white midriff peeks out of the edges of her top.&nbsp; &nbsp;A pair of jeans clings to her lower body.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her plump rear-end threatening to burst out of the tight fabric.&nbsp; Her legs are cocked up against each other as she stands there meekly.&nbsp; Her hands rest between her thighs, chained to her neck and down around her ankles.&nbsp; She bites at her lower lip harshly as she wonders what could possibly come of her now. <br><br>The tip of her shoe grinds into the wood of the floor as anxiety attacks her, she wants to scream out in rage and utter terror, not knowing who would buy her, what they would do with her, or even if she'll survive the day, cannibals have been known to buy slaves simply to eat them and she certainly was a plump girl.<br><br>She can hear the auctioneer, shouting out the price, but she's somewhere else, not paying attention at all.&nbsp; The shouts of the crowd coming off as just buzzed noise as her mind races about the possibilities of her fate, a low whimper escaping her full luscious lips. <br>
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