Jesse held the metal pipe out in front of her as she looked at the group of men surrounding her, Jordan, and Taylor. They had been running non-stop for the past two weeks. Fatigue and lack of food had made her reckless. She shivered as the chill from the rain soaked through the tunic she was wearing.
“Stay back,” she snarled, swinging the pipe as one of the men who had been chasing them stepped closer.
The men laughed. “She is a feisty one,” another man called out. “I wonder how she’s going to look bent over.”
“Jesse,” Taylor whimpered as she pressed her back against her older sisters. “I’m scared. I don’t want to die like this. I… please, don’t let them…”
Jordan swung the rebar she held in her hand, striking one of the men who got too close. His angry howl of pain seemed to incite the
