9. Enslaved

Athena

I ran into one of the scrawny-looking souls scattered at the front of the building. Surprisingly, he was a male. “Watch where you’re going,” he protested as some others grumbled from the impact as I unintentionally made a few of them trip.

“Who are you?”

“she’s one of us now,” the fat woman responded for me as I pulled myself back to my feet.

“In that case, you need a change of clothing. You cannot hunt dressed as a clown. The man who seemed to be the leader stepped close to me as the crowd surrounding me dispersed. I saw a heap of old clothing drop before me. They were faded camouflage trousers and a bralette.

“Hurry up,” the man commanded as I picked up the piece of cloth that looked like my perfect fit. Maybe this was a chance to finally get to learn the martial arts without having to hide, I said to myself, as my new outfit resembled the ones used by the warriors, except that they looked old. I crawled until I got to my feet. I searched around for a place to change when th