Onwards we travelled through the wasteland. With each step, my hatred grew for what they they were doing to us. Those times that our feet slipped, they doubled back hitting us with a whip that pulled flesh from our bodies. I was worried about Tabitha, she had fallen more. I wondered if this mission was worth it. After all we had been through and now this. Perhaps, we should just have found a nice spot and lived out our lives. No, we could never have done, we could not have looked past all the injustice.

Then I saw a large, lighted tunnel in front of us. It made sense that they couldn’t survive on the surface. It was a relief to reach our destination, no matter what awaited us. I couldn’t have gone on much longer, not to mind Tabitha.

The tunnel brought us downwards to a great opening. We joined with a great many other people, none of which were young. Mostly, muscled men but there were also equally looking ferocious women. These were bandits and that is why they were occupying this fallen world. Scraping by on the margins, and then attacking vulnerable ships when the opportunities arose.

They formed a ring around us.