The Wasteland

Chapter One

My sixteenth birthday is coming up and I have spent the last three years here at the Pitt.  The slavers that picked me up were a group of young men and their leaders name was Kidd. I usually tend to the brahmin but lately the boys have been treating me more like arm candy.

        My hair reached down to the middle of my back as I laid face down in the warm dirt, it was slave inspection time. Lately I haven't been putting up resistance because tonight was the night, that Kidd and all his "buddies" would finally get what they deserved. Last week we were delivered a bunch of new slaves that had organized our escape. And it was all going down tonight. Once the sun went down all hell was going to be unleashed. 

        After the gaurd had finished "looking" me over I pushed my knees up and sat ther for alittle while. Taking one last glimpse of a world I would soon be leaving behind. I stood to my feet and walked to my hut. I had been dreaming of being free for so long now. Tonight that dream might come true. As I walked back to my hut, my body had an over whelming feeling of exhaustion. I couldn't focus on anything and my bones were tired. My body is badly scarred and bruised. If you so much as breath wrong the gaurds will beat you. My eyes have witnessed slaves being beaten to a bloddy mess, being hung by there, then being beaten to death... For three years now i have kept myself alive, and i dont plan on letting that change. My mouth was dry and my lips had cracked. My clothes were tore and they barely covered me up. Sometimes i thought to myself... would it be better if I was dead? And most of the time i would answer yes... but I still have had times of no. Those are the times that keep me going. My mother and father were both killed infront of my eyes. I have come to far to give up. I dont plan on backing down without a fight.