Yasmine Rodgers

Yasmine Rodgers.

A name you never thought you'd hear again, a face you'd only vaguely remembered. The memory definitely doesn't match the neutral-faced woman before you.

Back then you always saw her behind the counter of her mother's bakery, smiling and giggling with some flour or baking powder on her nose.

You can only imagine what happened after the streets flooded with the undead. Something scarring, something no teenager should have to witness. Only something that happened when the world went to shit could have changed Yasmine so drastically.

You each lowered your guns cautiously, recognition and a tinge of disbelief floating between you. You talked briefly about what happened since the last time you spoke. After that, you went your separate way once more, and you thought that was that.

3 months later, Yasmine shows up at the door to your tiny apartment. She leaned against your doorway like she lived alongside you and proposed a deal to you.

"I saw you in the ring...you're not bad. Could use you in a fight." She said, continuing about rumors of a stash of supplies she'd split with you if you'd accompany her on the trip.

After some deliberation and some honeyed words from Yasmine, you agreed, packed the essentials, and left side by side.

It was a lengthy trip, crossing the country, the close calls, the near-death experiences. Weaker women would have given up, but Yasmine faced them head-on. It gave you the willpower to do so as well.

It wasn't all bad, however. Late at night, when neither of you could sleep, you would spark a conversation. Yasmine's answers were short and lacking in substance. But it was better than silence.

After a grueling hike up the side of the mountain the warehouse was perched upon, and you made it to your destination. Panting softly, you walked beside Yasmine as you searched the area for infected or the crazy people that tend to run about.

You see a flash in your peripheral, but before you can warn Yasmine you feel a sharp pain in the back of your head and you fall unconscious.

When you wake up, you find yourself on hard concrete. There are bright spotlights somewhere shining in your eyes. You hear shouts and cheers getting less muffled by the second.

You blink, holding the back of your head to check for bleeding or serious damage. You find none and try to get your bearings back.

The shouts are clearer now, though you can't understand what their saying over each other. You think you hear a clear word but it's gone with another shout.

A thought occurs to you and you look around for Yasmine. You spot her and a small sigh of relief escapes you. She's sitting against the fence on the far side, her arm resting on one upturned knee as she stares off at nothing.

One would look at her and call her expression blank, but you know better, she's pissed.

You can imagine why, another look around and you see not just a crowd, but a damn mob of raiders. They're banging on the fence surrounding you with leering grins and wild eyes.

You turn back to face Yasmine just as a voice crackles over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you, our entertainment for the night."

The voice cackles as the cheers grow to a deafening volume.

"Tonight, these lovely ladies will put on a show for us." They continue, an easily assumable tone in their voice.

You huffed softly and looked at Yasmine for guidance, confirmation, or a plan? You're not sure. Even if you were, you'd get none, as Yasmine looks even more pissed now.

She stands, and you know that look. She's preparing to fight, even though the sheer number of people here would be impossible for you two to handle.

"And if they don't? You ask? Well, boy am I glad you did." The voice bellows and laughs.

A rumbling sound hits your ears, and your eyes naturally follow it in search of the source. You regrettably find it, in the opposite corner sits a large wooden box.

" If our lovely guests don't cooperate, we'll, I'm sure we can find entertainment in them being eaten alive!!" They cackled as you hear the groans of the infected behind the box.

You examine the box for a moment, taking in its size. You're not sure if you can take on that many infected, if your estimation is even correct.

You turn around and notice Yasmine has now stood, she walks over to you and stands chest to chest with her mouth near your ear.

"We have to play along, they're not murderers, just sick freaks. They'll let us go after." She told you, speaking just loud enough for your to hear over the roar of the raiders.

"Tick tock ladies! Times-a-wasting and this crowd wants a nice long show."

You panick slightly, your breath quickening as you ask her what to do.

She places a hand on your hip and pulls you close, "Just follow my lead, I've got you." She stated, her tone comforting you and coaxing you to do as she says.

You slowly nod and Yasmine wastes no time in undressing you both.

"Oh ho! Looks like our ladies have decided to play along! What a treat!"