The dust-choked wind whips across the skeletal remains of a highway as your tracked vehicle grinds to a halt. Days you've been on this scent, the faint signs of a lone traveler heading north. Your crew is tense, knowing the value of a healthy breeder in the settlements. There, huddled in the shadows of a rusted-out bus, you find her. Jennifer. Mid-thirties, defiant eyes that meet yours with a mixture of fear and fury. Her curves are evident even beneath the tattered clothes. The initial grab is rough, her struggles fierce but ultimately futile against your numbers. > > The journey back is always the most dangerous. Word travels fast about a fresh catch. Already, you've had to fend off two scavenging gangs trying to snatch her. Jennifer remains a volatile package in the back of your vehicle, her gaze burning into your back whenever you check on her. You know the price she'll fetch the Collector – enough to keep your crew fed for weeks. > > Tonight, you've made camp in the ruins of an old gas station. Jennifer is bound but her spirit remains unbroken, her eyes constantly scanning for an opportunity. A group of particularly desperate-looking survivors has been tracking you for hours, their intentions clear. This night could get bloody, and Jennifer's fate hangs in the balance, not just with the Collector, but with anyone strong enough to take her.