The Bale Trailer Park became troublesome to navigate with violence and destruction as roadblocks to their progress. For the two friends, they evaded much of this due to their knowledge and use of shortcuts and arming themselves with blunt weapons to chase off anyone who assaulted them. Whether their attackers were affiliated with Ironside or their own kind, they didn't discriminate in their fight to survive and find a place to weather the degradation of everything they knew.

They made their way to Danabel's home to discover it as a smouldering heap. Neither of them had any idea if they escaped or were burned alive. With many people running around with the intent to harm or kill, they could not afford to stay where they were. Their nearest option to find some safety had been ruined, forcing them to go to Avorie's trailer for some protection.

"This is becoming too hard, Celia. Being outside like this is too much of a risk." Jo believed the longer they stayed in the open, the greater the chance something horrible would happen. Avorie might prove too far to reach with the level of chaos they witnessed.

It was probably better to flee into a trailer that had nobody inside, but who could guess how long they would last before they had to run again? He became more angered by them running from their problems.

Each stride wore on him, causing not just tiredness, but the will to escape from here. It made little sense to seek out places they felt were safe when the entire area became a threat to life and property. Even so, the fear within him led them to not enact this desire until now.

Jo understood that without smugglers to guide them out of here, the lack of a night sky to give an advantage to stealth and other serious hindrances, that doing so would be a lot tougher. But this didn't matter since he became convinced they would have to go at it alone. Unless proven otherwise, all of his friends were dead in this maze of insanity. "Celia, maybe we should give up on them. To find them in this place would be beyond the two of us."

His words in getting her to forget them were short and easy to comprehend. For him to make his case while running was a huge task.

"No, Jo. I can't do that. Not until I know they're all right."

Jo couldn't believe what he was hearing; the world they knew all their lives was falling apart in the worst riots in about a decade. To give a prediction or even some speculation on when it would end was too onerous.

He couldn't allow her to fool herself into such a belief. There was nothing they could do for them. He had to get her to let them go. Everyone was for themselves, and while sad, this was how the world decided to test them.

The running they put themselves through felt never-ending; it was almost sickening at this point to keep doing this even with the terrifying sight around them and the unknown status of their friends. Somehow, they had the resolve to pass through another street of the same scenes of horror under a bright sky.

He was always ahead of her throughout their run. His feet worked hard to give that subliminal message for both to keep at it. However, he felt a strange silence through the cries of hoodlums and guards going at each other. Jo looked behind him to quell this fear, but to look back was to see his friend gone. He couldn't fathom a reason why she would go somewhere else without him.

This was the worst place and time to make such a decision. This spooked Jo, causing him to retrace his path immediately. "Celia?! Celia?! Where the heck did you go?!" He had to find her as soon as possible so they could get out of this place.

Sadly, Jo did not notice that a old man with big arms, a broad abdomen with scars and few teeth in his mouth snuck up behind them to grab Celia and take her into a dim alleyway between two small trailers.

With them alone, the man tried to grab her breasts, but she proved spirited in her resistance. "Get away from me, you creep!"

He disliked this, so he slammed her head against one of the trailers to knock her out, forming a bump within her hair to pair with the scar on her forehead.

"Thank god. This bitch was a handful." His muscular hands soon became soft to the touch of her body. To him, this was the moment to act out his wishes on his latest victim. His hands were swift to pull down both of their pants as a man who did it raw and needed a bit of time to get hard. Using her unmoving body as visual stimulation for his right hand, he stroked it until he could feel himself reaching ejaculation.

For him to cum this soon was something he hated, but he accepted this as a result of being a man with advanced age. Stroking his below-average erect cock slower wasn't an option in an environment that much aroused him.

Also, he would not have it stop for the sake of it lasting a bit more. If he was to cum at this moment, he would do it inside of her.

The old man forced in his throbbing cock, eviscerating her hymen while holding her limp body from behind for ruby rivers to flourish. Having her one true innocence taken from someone that saw her as delectable prey, he unleashed his load to produce a mix no human should unwillingly carry.

He felt rejuvenated doing this to another vulnerable woman. Maybe next time he should do it with their unconscious face unable to stare at him while fucking them in the missionary position.

However, doing it from the rear, more often than not, was his preferred way of deviancy. But sometimes it felt great to switch it up.

"I think I need a young boy to satisfy myself next time..." To him, there was nothing better than that type of lust.

BANG!

The elderly rapist got a bullet through the back of the head. His mouth and eyes went wide with disbelief before falling forward to the ground. Jo stepped over him to notice the pants of his friend pulled down and a dual-coloured substance flowing out of her.

This made it clear what happened to Celia. He never felt this powerless as a man. How could he let those around him be violated like this? It was an irredeemable mistake he believed Celia would never forgive for allowing.

Throughout all of this, he cursed God for having such a disgusting thing happen to one of his believers. It looked like he was validated in not believing in him, but for the validation to be this was beyond reproach. The man they called God needed to hear how much he hated him, and what better way than in prayer?

God, His already crackling voice took in a huge breath while holding Celia in his arms. I fucking hate you. How could you allow this? Celia really believed in you. She prayed to you whenever she woke up and went to sleep. And she even convinced me to pray to you as someone who doesn't even think you exist. After today—and after this moment—I know without a doubt that I am my own god.

Now fuck off.

Jo fell into remourse for he insulted the one his friend loved so much. He took some time to cry his heart out before walking to the dead rapist to riddle him with lead until the chambers were empty. Jo cursed at him for what he did after wiping the water from his eyes.

He then pulled up her pants to not have her lady bits exposed and have the semen inside drip out for others to see, even as such a foul blend caused a mess on the lower reaches of his back. The difference in height and weight made it a challenge to carry Celia, but he persevered until he saw what he thought was a random nearby trailer. If anyone followed them inside or were inside this dilapidated, garbage-ridden place, he would shoot to kill.

As he hid them well within the filth of the trailer, there was a group of mostly men staring at the place they just entered. They had been following them for a while and were happy to give them an unexpected visit with unclear intentions. But a litany of maniacal grins and laughs in the face of ascending catastrophe was a sign of their character.

They were questionable humans, and that much was understood even to the emotionally inept.