Running towards the sounds as fast as her feet could carry her down the trail. She saw a clearing but what she failed to notice was the fallen tree branch in her pathway. Falling to the hard ground she let out a painful grunt; hearing laughter around her she then felt two hands grab her arms tightly lifting her from the ground. "Let me go!" Kicking wildly the men laugh more at her feeble attempts to free herself from her captors* "This is not the colony. This must be bandit camp that i have heard so much about." Some of the men parted to reveal their leader a older man about mid 40s, grey beard forming usual clothing consisting of white shirt dirty old brown pants and a pair of boots, but all his men had one gun he had two to show he was in charge. "Welcome to our camp mi' lady. I am Gashja. Whats your name my pretty one?" As he caressed her face she spits into his eye.




GO ED!