FIRST CAME THE GROUNDBREAKING COMIC BOOK SERIES.
THEN CAME THE RECORD-BREAKING TELEVISION SERIES.
THIS IS AN ADVENTURE SET IN THAT SAME BLEAK WORLD.
Tess Rovia, otherwise infamously known as the "Fearless Warrior," has now survived it all: The death...
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➳ "JUDE?" I screamed out for the lost little girl, running along with Rosita, Laura, Aaron, and Eugene. "Judith?! Where are you?"
"Judith!" Rosita added, screaming out for her, too. Then, Laura: "Jude!"
Eugene has a dead coyote on his back while Aaron screamed out for her, too: "Jude!"
Suddenly, a little and familiar voice called out: "I'm here!"
I snapped my head straight into her direction as I saw Judith, now around nine-years-old, running straight back to us. "Are you okay?" Aaron asked, definitely relieved to see her alive and well. He kneeled down in front of her, holding her close to him.
"Judith," came my warning tone, seeing her as my own daughter now. "Where the hell did you go?"
However, she didn't have time to answer before we heard people coming our way. I took out my machete, wanting to chop them up if needed to. They were chasing after Judith. They had to.
However, Judith quickly came to their defense before they even got here. "I heard them calling," she claimed, innocently. "They needed our help."
Immediately, Aaron places Judith behind him while I stepped up with my machete, ready to kill for my friends. A big guy, sort of like a teddy-bear, ran up first as they were all so exhausted from running. They were sweating and heaving.
"Our rig... It got overrun by sickos," the teddy-bear man said, barely able to get the words out. "We owe our lives to Miss Grimes here."
"They still need our help," Judith quickly claimed, yanking off Aaron's water supply from around his shoulder. She threw it down to one woman, who looked to be Asian, and with a white cloth wrapped around her head from probably being injured.
Other than the fair-skinned man and Asian lady, there were three more people with them. There was a white woman with tattoos all over her and the last two were dark-skinned women.
I glanced down at the man and asked, "What's your name?"
He didn't exactly know if I was talking to just him or not, but he decided to just answer me. "Luke. You?"