Colin and Amy looked around for anything: telling landmarks, homes, gas stations, anything that marked the presence of civilization. But alas, there was nothing but desert for miles around. Sand whipping in the wind, bird calls, cacti standing against the reddish brown sand.
"This... doesn't.... look so good." Colin wheezed out as the hot sun beat down.
"Yeah... no water... no where to go... nothing to eat... I... don't know... how much longer... we can... carry on." Amy wheezed out even louder.
The two trudged for hours in the heat looking for any way out of the heat.
By Sunset, the two had collapsed onto the ground. As the two laid on the ground blacked out, a form stood over them and began to drag them away.
"Uhhhhh... mmmmmm... whaaaaa?" Colin moaned as water splashed his face.
"Hey, wake up!" the shady figure said as it threw water at the heat stricken twenty year olds.
The two woke up to the image of a man in dark robes.
"Who are you?" Colin moaned out.
"Me? I'm merely a merchant. I'm taking advantage of this bimbo epidemic to become wealthy in ammo." the man said,
"I was looking for people out here would help me."
"Sorry, but we don't feel like helping a shady guy sell stuff." Colin said as he tried to walk away, only to find himself chained behind a counter in the back of a wagon.
"Who said I gave you a choice." The man yelled as he cracked a whip to the get the horse pulling his stolen wagon to move.
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Ending: The Merchant's Assistants
Colin and Amy would spend the next four years selling this mystery man's goods for ammo. In return, they were kept alive and fed scraps. It was miserable, tiring, and mind numbing. But in the end, it was better than them being bimbos, so they didn't try to do anything stupid.