CH 48 - The Scums
"I am bored with these, let's find new prey," a man said, seemingly in his mid-30s.
He stood up from over a devastated girl and pulled his pants back up.
"Yeah, we are also running low on supplies," the other said. This man had a scar on his right eye, but seemed younger than the first man.
Both of them were shirtless, in a room filled with smoke, while the floor had been covered with empty packets and cans.
"Who would be that lucky one this time?" a girl said. She was sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette.
Two girls lay devastated with lifeless eyes beside her chair. Their clothes had already been tattered, leaving almost nothing to cover themselves.
"Hey, found one," another boy said. He was the same age as the one with the girl and the boy with the scar.
"She is really something," he commented, licking his lips with his mischievous tongue.
