Chapter 1 The Yard
"Hey Scab… today you've been selected for ingot duty…" The Pitt Raider said.
"You'll be going into the Steel Yard… don't return until you got ten." The Second Pitt Raider said.
"Fine…" Stabby said.
Stabby began his walk to the Mill, he had been in the Steel Yard many times before. He was the only one who seemed to survive and bring back ignots.
He ignored the slaves who tried to say something to him, but then there was a raider blocking the Mill's entrance.
"...I'm on my way to gather ignots... can you please step to the side." Stabby said.
"What'd you fucking say Scab?" The Raider said angrily, drinking his whiskey, while leaning up on the door that lead to the Mill.
"I said, I'm on my way to gather ignots. Please step aside." Stabby said.
The raider got up, and he pushed Stabby to the ground.
"Don't fucking try to tell me to step aside you piece of shit scab." The Raider said angrily, he jammed his boot into Stabby's stomach several times.
Each time the boot was more painful.
Stabby pulled himself up when the raider walked away.
"FUCK YOU JIM." Stabby yelled.
Just then the raider who had kicked Stabby while he was down turned around.
"You little motherfucker." Jim the Raider said.
He quickly pursued Stabby through the Mill, and even though the Raider was better fed, and had slept more than Stabby had than his entire slave life, Stabby still was quicker than him.
The raiders up above on the catwalks only shot around Stabby, as Ashur had commanded them to not kill the slaves, or... the workers unless it was completely necessary.
Stabby quickly pass Everett and ran into the Steel Yard, by running through the abandoned area, which had once been a part of the mill, until trogs made it into the area. Then they moved out of that section of the mill and the abandoned area just became the death walk for slaves who were assigned to ignot duty.
Stabby rushed through the door into the Steel Yard.
As he predicted, Jim the Raider was too chickenshit to run after him in the Steel Yard.
Stabby took a breath, but was still aware of danger, as he was now in the steel yard, which is filled with the entire horde of hungry, flesh craving trogs.
Stabby knew he had to be quick, as only a few slaves return from Ignot Duty.
There was the Trogs and the Wildmen to worry about in the Steel Yard. But the trogs could sneak up on you, the Wildmen... well they were too wild and crazy to sneak up on a deaf slave.
Stabby quickly grabbed his knife and readied it.
He walked through the steel yard looking for any ignots that were lying around.
He was walking by the side of one of the trains.
He stopped when he heard something.
He looked around, ready for any trogs that were gonna try to ambush him.
He looked around and saw nothing, but he could hear the faint sound of laughter.
He looked up and he saw it.
A pack of trogs were sitting on the edge of the top of the train, looking down at their next meal.
Stabby quickly moved, as he knew the trogs would leap for him.
They did leap for him, and they quickly chased Stabby.
He came to a dead end, and he turned around and readied his knife for the inevitable fight with him and the trogs.
The first trog tried to leap onto Stabby, but he ducked and sliced the first trog's neck open while he was above him.
The trog landed behind Stabby, dead and covered in blood.
The second trog ran towards Stabby, and leaped at him, ready to taste his blood.
When it got close and opened it's mouth as it tried to bite Stabby, he stuck his open knife out waiting for it.
As he predicted, the blade cut right through the back of the trog's mouth.
It was dead, so Stabby pulled the blade out of the trog's bloody mouth, and got ready for the third trog.
The third trog jumped at him but he ducked under it, and he kicked it in the back of it's skull before it turned around to face him.
The trog tumbled onto the ground because of the kick, and Stabby jumped onto the trog, holding it's face down with his foot.
He turned around and faced the trog's arms and he began to cut the right arm off.
The trog screamed, and it tried to claw at him with it's left arm, but Stabby had caught it's wrist with his other hand, and he broke it.
Now armless, it began to flop around like a fish out of the water, as it had no way to get itself up off the ground.
Blood poured out of the open appendages onto the ground.
Stabby left the bleeding trog there to flop around until it bled out and died.
Stabby turned his head when he heard gunfire.
"GOD DAMN IT TAKE HIM DOWN ALREADY!"
Stabby didn't want to bring a knife to a gunfight, even for him, it was unwise. So he continued on.
He wondered who the Wildmen were fighting, as the slaves weren't allowed to carry weapons. Not even while being on ignot duty.
"He... help..." Stabby heard a cry for help.
He went to investigate the cry.
He saw a bloodied, and ripped apart man in the middle of a circle of dead trogs.
"Ugh... you... there..." The barely alive slave cried.
"..." Stabby said nothing, but he walked near the slave who was about to die, clearly.
"They...ambushed me... and they began to fight each other over me... I... was lucky enough to reach the pistol that I had found while searching for ignots in here... there's..." The slave coughed up blood, causing him to stop speaking for a moment.
"There... is one bullet in that gun left... please... take... me out of my misery..." The bloodied slave said, sliding a 10mm pistol.
Stabby picked up the pistol, and he checked the chambers. One bullet just like the slave said.
He aimed the gun at the slave, and took a deep breath to aim at the slave good. The shot needed to be a kill shot, or it would just make the slave hurt more.
"Is this... really what you want...?" Stabby asked.
"Yes... they... ripped me apart... look! They took my legs for fuck sake... please... just end it now... otherwise if I do somehow make it back, the raiders will just kill me because I can't work... please..." The Slave said.
He was true, his legs were completely missing.
"Okay..." Stabby pulled the gun up towards the slave. He aimed slowly.
He closed his eyes and waited a minute.
The gunshot echoed through the Steelyard.
It had done it's job though... the legless slave was dead.
He heard a sound of several familiar growls of trogs nearby...
End of Chapter 1 The Yard
Yep... Chapter 1's done... see ya next time...
Adios...