Chris's body was dumped at the feet of another man, his limp figure unconscious and sporting a fresh red bump on the side of his head but otherwise entirely fine.

[b]"Was he alone?"[/b] The man knelt low to the ground to inspect their catch. His hands were covered in tip less cotton gloves, the skin poking out the end rough and calloused.. and dirty. He stroked his finger against the man's cheek and then quickly wrapped his fingers around his mouth locking his face in a strong grasp and twisting his head left and right as he looked him over.

Another shot rang out in the night followed by more screaming.

[b]"No... but there are too many for us to capture on our own. He was the only one by himself."[/b]

The man dropped Chris's head and lifted one of his arms, squeezing down where the muscles bulged against his clothing. With each press he could feel the bicep push back, feel it harden under pressure. It was the same for the other arm as well. It seemed this man had been taking good care of his body since the world had fallen apart. Men like this were rare finds. There was strength to be had here, a survivors will almost. The two had brought him a good catch indeed and he'd sell for a high price.

[b]"Bill... we did good right?"[/b]

Bill rose to his feet. He stood almost six feet tall with a mass of blonde dirty hair on his head adding another inch or so.. Although his face was hidden behind a scarf that'd been pulled up to his nose, there was a visible scar running across his forehead, a deep gash that started where his hairline came to and end and stopped just shy of his right brow. It was a defining feature that drew attention and instilled fear in some... the two men in front of him for example. They understood the man he was and the difference between that and the way he portrayed himself to others in public. He was cruel and they were hard pressed to disappoint.

[b]"Ya did good."[/b] He pulled the scarf down to his chin and flashed them both a smile. His teeth were yellowed and most chipped beyond repair with one missing entirely. [b]"Strip him, ta him up and throw him in the back... do it quickly 'fore his party realizes what has happened."[/b] BIll said as he turned toward their truck. It was a simple vehicle meant for two purposes, protection and most importantly, a means to transport their haul. Hitched to the back was a simple small horse trailer meant for a single mare. It had one door, one barred window and no way of escape and inside... Bill opened the door slowly and peered inside. There before him lay three more men and one woman, all naked down to their drawers. He gave them the same smile he'd given his two subordinates. [b]"Looks like we've found ya all a new friend..."[/b] He let a dark chuckle slip from his lips. [b]"Ya'll play nice now..."[/b]

Minutes later and a naked and unconscious Chris was tossed into the trailer with the others, the link on his cuffs secured to the chain tethering all five of them together. Another pair of cuffs were added to his ankles with the same setup as his wrists. Finally, he was given a good kick in the ass by one of the men before he jumped out and shut the door, locking it behind him.

[b]"Hey.. what did ah say about messing with ma merchandise..."[/b] Bill walked up to the man, a stern expression on his face.

[b]"Sorr-"[/b] He was cut off as his head and hair were grasped from behind, the strong grip shoving his head down and closer to Bill's so he could better hear him. He winced from the pain.

[b]"Ya really need to stop doing that 'fore I toss ya in there with 'em... hear me?"[/b] His grip tightened and the man let out a small squeak. [b]"No one touches them like that but me.."[/b]

[b]"Ya ya... sorry boss."[/b] Billy ripped his head back causing him to tumble to the ground. His hand immediately flew to the back of his head as he tried to relieve the pain.

[b]"Get yur ass inside."[/b]

[b]"Ya sure thing..."[/b] He slowly got to his feet, the other walking past him with a smirk on his face.

[b]"Idiot."[/b]