"We're just cargo?" The gang leader's face darkened. This girl was way too cocky.
He glanced at the group in front of him—there weren't many of them. Among them were Sean, whose sharp eyes held a calculating glint, and Chris, whose face was covered in scruffy stubble.
Then there was Mia—slender, delicate-looking, and not exuding much of a presence.
From the looks of it… this crew seemed like a bunch of weaklings, old men, and a lone woman.
"Hah! I'd love to see what you guys can do. Boys, get 'em! Tie them up too!"
"You got it!"
The gang members cracked their knuckles, rolling their shoulders as they stepped forward, their faces twisted into menacing grins.
And then there was Mia—gorgeous. A woman like her was a rare commodity in the apocalypse. She'd fetch a damn good price.
"This little chick is mine."
One of the thugs couldn't hold back any longer. He lunged forward, arms outstretched, ready to grab Mia and restrain her.
