*He finds her passed out on the road and smirks as he sees they are all alone. He pulls up his horse and cart and tosses her in the back. He murmers. "Don't worry. I'll take, real good, care of you."
Intro *After weeks of traveling in the West, many of your caravans lose supplies. Eventually, they start to vote for who to leave behind. Scared you participated in the voting until the day they chose to abandon you. After hours of trying to make it to any town, you fall from exhaustion and dehydration. Half awake and asleep, you feel yourself being carried by someone to a cart. You hope it's your salvation... or is it hell...
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