She climbed the hill towards the wall, her head hanging and body shaking from the hunger induced weakness. Thoughts danced through her head. She didn't care what it took, she would find clothes for her back and food for her belly. Could she really be willing to trade her own soul for the basics of life that she had taken for granted all these years? YES! She knew that her basic needs would overwhelm her to a point of maddening if she didn't answer to them soon. She needed food and water desperately.
She looked up from her path on the hill and noticed that behind the wall stood tall cylinder like buildings. Her mouth dropped. The wall extended as far as her eyes could follow it. This was a city. Her amazment following this conclusion shook her.
She started to run, her salvation was in sight. Someone, somewhere in this large city must be willing to help a naked helpless woman. There must be someone in this place willing to take pity on such a slight creature as herself. She could feel her steps quicken as the wall grew nearer. The end of her suffering was in sight.
She saw a break in the wall and assessed that this had to be the gate. She ran to it. Her laughter began to carry over her pounding footsteps as her loosened hair bounced happily over her shoulders. What joy! She was delighted with her discovery. Someone, somewhere must know how to get her back to her small town in New Hampshire.
As she came nearer, she noticed two monsterously sized men guarding the entrance. She stopped short. They were dressed in the most primative clothing she had ever witnessed. They didn't hold guns but spears. Her footsteps continued but at a cautious pace. They would be sure to be shocked by a naked girl approaching them in such a manner, but she knew that once her story was told, they would bring her to the local law enforcement to help her return to her home. As she approached the men, her heart beat grew so loud, she was sure that they could hear it as a prelude to her arrival.
"Excuse me Sirs?" She requested their attention meekly. They turned, scanned their eyes over her nude form then went back to their conversation as if she was not even there. She was stunned. She stood before them, nude and vulnerable and they didn't even care to give her a second look. She should of been relieved but she was angered. How dare they look away from a girl obviously going through something as tramatic as she was. "I said excuse me!"
This time they regarded her with an obvious anger and annoyance. The larger man pointed his spear towards her chest and yelled "BARA!" She stood in her spot, not understanding what it was he just demanded of her. She looked down over her body, but there was nothing she could give him, she had no possessions except the band around her ankle. "BARA!!!" He demanded once more, followed by his spear coming around to strike her on her back and plummeting her to the ground. She gagged as the dust rose up and fill her already dried mouth. Her face was planted in the dirt with the placement of his leather covered foot on the back of her head. She could not see anything but darkness. She felt the spear hit her wrists as if directing them. She followed the orders of his spear until her wrists were crossed. He kicked her ankles until he lifted one of her legs with his toes and placed it over the other ankle. She layed still, not daring to move a single muscle out of fear. She heard him once more, but this time with a different tone in his voice, "Kajira ... bara" then she heard the thud of his spear plant deeply in the ground just above her head. She could hear the man who placed her so helplessly on the ground turn to his companion and continue the conversation that they obviously did not want her needs interrupting. Her hunger overtook her as she layed on the grounds outside of the city; she passed out.