A few seconds later and we were surrounded by a group of bikers. Their faces almost completely covered by masks depicting white skulls. They roared like wild animals over the din of their powerful engines.
The next I knew was that I could feel a rope ripping me forward onto my knees. Tabitha cried out as the same happened to her. Now defenseless, we watched warily as some of our assailants left their bikes to inspect the ship, before angrily kicking it.
“There is nothing salvageable here,” one of them roared out from behind me.
With that, we were both pulled along like wild animals, struggling to keep up as they stayed on their bikes. This was unlike any habitat I had previously seen, they are usually optimized for human life but not this rotten world. It reeked of decay and death. Each breath was a struggle, the ground dry and lifeless. There were ruins everywhere hinting at a more prosperous past. If I hadn’t been so concerned by the fate that awaited us, I would have wondered what possibly could have happened here.
The group that captured us was about twenty strong. A mixture of men and women, all with a fair complexion. I noticed now too that their arms were covered in tattoos of red fists with insignia that was too difficult to make out.
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