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Hunt Or Be Hunted II

Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Science-Fiction, Blowjob, Murder, Non-Erotic, Author: Interesting Reed, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

find different junk to upgrade my weapons." Jerome said as he walked over to a security bot. These things are twelve foot tall robots that are armed with twin Gatling guns. I guess they figured robots are harder to corrupt then a human guard. The bot then scanned him up and down gave him a green light and the doors were opened. The smell of dead and rotting garbage filled the air. I went next and the bot then gave me a green light and I marched into this testament of human waste. Literally there was dead bodies piled next to the junk. "Scavangers," Jerome said who came up next to me. "Believe it or not they say there's a scavangers camp up on top of this heap of trash. Somtimes they dig so much they fall threw straight into the pit of the pit." I believed him some of these bodies were mutated and half torn probably from the fall. I saw a few people had their shirts over their face to cover the smell. I did the same rather smell my own b.o. then a dead body. That just made me realize I haven't showered in days. After a hour of searching threw the scrap and getting cuts all over my hands I found a nice sharp piece of metal that seemed durable along with a half decent baseball bat. "A club with a pointy end smart choice. See what I found?" Jerome asked as he held up the most horrible smelling sack up to my face. "What the fuck is that?" I asked thinking it's a sack of shit. "Its a sack of shit. I'm going to make a few grenades with this crap here." I look at him dumbfounded ... like he lost it. Poor Jerome the fumes must've gotten to his head. "How exactly is that?" I asked not really wanting to find out. "Well here we have the man himself." Jerome said as he went up to a man with a gas mask over his face. "How's it going my man? Got some grade "A" shit for you." The man took the sack and threw it up into a large cart. Then he stamped Jerome hand and kept pushing the cart. "See if we help clean we get rewarded some people just stay here cleaning house literally until they are called up into the Arena." Jerome said as he pointed to a sack he stashed up inside of what used to be a tire. "I got that one for you hurry up give it to the cleaner." Jerome said as he handed me the stinking foul smelling sack and I handed it to the man. He flung the bag over his shoulder and into the cart. He stamped my hand and went on his way. "Two grenades per stamp, " Jerome told me as we made our way to the exit. "but don't think that coming here hunting for shit and a basic weapon will help you out. These fumes will kill you if not the cuts and infections will." "Believe me I am not trying to stay here longer then I have to." I said and lined up with the others. The line was filled with prisoners with a arm full of scrap. They dump it gets shifted around by a bot then stored they make the weapon or improve something in there arsenal then scanned to make sure they didn't stash anything up. One idiot did the bot then burned the man alive with two puffs of flame thrower he ...