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story_codes: MMM+/ggg(11, 5, 4), first, oral, anal, non-cons, Caution

story_intro: Two orphaned young sisters are sold to what is billed as a traveling circus. They soon learn that they are the featured entertainment. And in the zombie badlands, it is also their only protection as escape is meant for suicide. 

story_language: English





Apocalypse Road: Smiley's Circus Train

Written by madvlad


	The End, when it came, caught Eddie Sobelinksy on a hot run of luck. It began with wo things - the woman he hated most getting what she wanted and a fire sprinkler system.

	First, his ex-wife re-married well, which meant adios to the alimony and any other contact with the frigid bitch who had ridden him like a discount rented mule. The next week, the sprinkler system in his office went haywire, dousing most of the company's space on the fifth floor, including computers which had been left on that night so the IT geeks could make software upgrades.

	It would be two weeks before the offices could be restored. Feeling giddy, Eddie hopped a plane to Las "Vegas, Baby" Vegas. Chance gifted him with the Midas touch, putting him $50K ahead when he left the craps table - and he hardly knew how to play.

	From then, he stuck to blackjack, winning strong and steadily if not spectacularly. He preferred the cards table because he could chat with the other players. Craps was a too much like his job with too many things happening at once and barely a second for small talk. It was during these little chats at the felt-topped tables that he first heard about the zombies.

	Naturally, the casinos weren't big on news channels, except for the games shown in the sports books. Anything else from the outside world was a distraction from the all-important gaming inside. But the zombie munch-fest at the Academy Awards had thrown the Oscars wagering askew and word eventually leaked out.

	Eddie mentally shrugged and kept playing. He had nowhere else to be for nearly a week yet, so let the zombies have their fun. Everything would be cleaned up by the time he had to return to the real world, so Eddie wasn't stressing. Two days later, however, they arose in Las Vegas and invaded The Strip. All hotel-casinos advertised buffet specials and the zombies crowded these venues with drunk and over-fed tourists on every menu.

	When they got to the main floor of Eddie's casino, he finally realized that he was going to be cashing out very soon. There was no way he could get past the influx of walking dead in the doors. Most people ran screaming for shelter while some of the more opportunistic ones went for discarded chips.

	A house security guard with his bulbous gut hanging over his belt and a nasty bite on his hand waddled up to Eddie's table. His face was flushed and he was wheezing heavily as he steadied himself with one hand while trying to pull his pistol from his holster with the other. Just as the weapon cleared the leather, the guard's ticker hit zero and he fell forward onto the plush red carpet with no further comment. And although his heart had stopped, the poison from the bite was screaming through his body.

	Wondering if the guard might rise again, Eddie carefully retrieved the man's revolver. As he did so, the dead man stirred, his complexion an unhealthy gray (not that Eddie had ever seen a healthy-looking gray skin tone on anyone) as he turned his head to look at his next meal.

	Despite having little experience with firearms, Eddie's first shot went through the guard's forehead and put the man down for good. Noting the six chambers on the cylinder, Eddie turned and took aim at the approaching zombie crowd. He felt like an Old West gunfighter as he dropped three of them with four shots (one shot only creasing the blonde hair of an eternally thirty-something woman in a ballroom gown).

	Eddie didn't want to die with dead people tearing chunks from him. And as he thought about it, he no longer had to face the recurring vision he had of himself alone and in his fifties, keeling over his office desk like the former casino guard whose weapon he now held.

	All in all, he could go out on his own terms. The bullet was his magic ticket and he marveled at how truly fortunate he was. Looking at the festering corpses as they inched closer, he gave them a huge grin as he put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

	Tom and Carol's luck ran out ten years later on the outskirts of what had once been Richmond, Virginia. They were part of a scavenging squad sent out by the Governor-General of the fortress town of Lynchburg and were two days away from returning home.

	They were scouring the ruins of an automobile junkyard - one of those self-pick parts depots that had been popular before The End. The layout made it difficult to keep team members in sight of each other and the first indications of trouble were Carol's screams and sounds of gunfire.

	Tom ran from behind a cluster of Ford F-150's and saw Carol lying facedown in the dirt with three freshly head-shot zombies sprawled around her. He and others in the various scavenger squads had noticed a recent and disturbing trend that some zombies appeared to be working in teams.

	His gut clenched for a moment until he saw her stir. She looked up at him with one cheek flayed open. The look in her eyes - the emerald green eyes she had passed on to their youngest daughter - was one of madness and fresh hunger. She had changed.

	Tom stood frozen for a number of heartbeats before raising his rifle and shooting the thing that minutes ago had been his wife. But his delay had distracted him - a grave error in the rules of scavenging - and four other zombies fell on him from behind. He dropped two of them with his rifle, yelling as another tore a chunk from his thigh, sending arterial blood fountaining.

	The fourth was burying its teeth in his shoulder as he shot the one on his leg. Then the heads of Tom and his remaining assailant vaporized into bloody mists as the other squad members opened up with their weapons.

	The memorial service back in Lynchburg was brief as such affairs always were. Governor General Dooley spoke a few words as the couple's two orphaned daughters, eleven year-old Patti and four year-old Erin, stood near him at the podium. Patti's blue eyes were reddened from crying and fresh tears tracked over her cheeks. Erin's green eyes were wide and confused. She didn't quite understand why her mama and papa hadn't come home and why her big sister was crying. Surely Mama and Papa would show up some time and make everything better.

	Dooley's brother-in-law stepped forward and unctuously announced since that there were no other surviving family members, he, as their landlord, would personally see to it that the girls found a new home. Erin smiled at the man who was being so nice, even if she didn't know why they needed a new home, although Mama had often said she'd like a bigger place.

	Patti flinched as the man's sweaty hand rested on her shoulder. His touch felt slimy and reminded her of the long looks he had been giving her for the better part of the past year that always made her want to bathe afterward.

	Two hours later, the girls were with the landlord on the outskirts of town, watching as a large man with snaggly teeth counted a stack of small coins into the landlord's hand. The landlord turned to them.

	"Ladies, this is Mr. Smiley. You'll be living with him in his circus now."

	Several other men joined Smiley as he waved the girls into his jeep. Patti was panic-stricken, but one of the men clamped a hard hand around her arm, wordlessly telling her that running was not an option. Erin hopped happily and favored Smiley with a huge grin.

	"Mama and Papa told me stories about circuses!" she crowed. "They're fun! People and animals do tricks and stuff!"

	Smiley leered at the innocent tyke who had no idea as to her fate.

	"You'll learn how to do plenty of tricks. And those pretty green eyes will attract all kinds of well-paying animals, I'm sure."

	"I can do tricks with animals?"

	"All that you can handle - and then some," Smiley chuckled lowly as he led the girl to the jeep.

	The circus was series of garishly-painted buses and trucks parked on the road as they waited for Smiley to return.

	"Put her with the cooks for now," Smiley said as he handed Erin to another man who led her to the bus that served as kitchen and quarters for the serving staff. "This one and I need to have a talk to make sure she doesn't cause any trouble.

	Erin noticed a large number of women and girls idling about, wearing skimpy and revealing clothing. She had seen women like that in certain areas of Lynchburg and her mother had explained what they were about not too long ago as she was giving her daughter a talk about the facts of life. But some of these girls were as young as she was. Then she saw a group of similarly attired waifs even younger - some as nearly young as Erin. Smiley saw her expression and grunted as he pushed her into the RV that served as his private chambers.

	"I can see you figured out what kind of circus we are," he breathed heavily as he stood with the door closed behind him; his posture indicating that there was no escape.

	Patti hugged herself as she stepped backwards from the man. When her leg scraped against something, she turned to see his bed and flinched.

	"Let's skip the preamble and get to it," Smiley rumbled. "Get your clothes off now, bitch, so I can try what I've paid for."

	Patti hesitated, looking back at him with pleading eyes. Then her vision blacked out for a moment and she lost her balance, sailing backward onto the bed. When her senses returned, he was standing over her, getting undressed as she felt the hot sting of where his hand had struck on the side of her head. He had been too fast for her to see it coming. Trembling, she removed her clothes, covering her crotch with one hand and her modest bust with her other arm.

	Smiley yanked her thin arms to her sides and gripped them.

	"You don't need these to do your chores around here, you little snot," he growled. "So I can snap 'em like kindling and your legs will still be spread."

	Hawking a wad of snot into his hand, Smiley rubbed Patti's hairless mons, making her cry as he dug into her delicate slit. His other hand groped her tiny budding breasts, pinching and making her nipples swell between his digits.

	"Whoa! What's this?" he asked as his finger froze in Patti's quim. "You've never had a man before - a city girl like you?"

	"No," Patti whined. "Please, I-."

	Smiley silenced her with another smack to the head. Then he stood in contemplation, rubbing a chin that hadn't seen a razor in days.

	"I know a man in Wilmington who will pay me well for a young cherry like yours, but I think I'll have you for myself. I can always let him have your little sister's if you don't treat me right."

	Smiley abruptly looked down at Patti and gave her a crooked grin. The girl spread her legs and arms, offering herself to the man who controlled the fate of her and her sister. Chuckling, Smiley climbed on top of her, nuzzling and slurping on her petite titlets before shifting and bringing his prick to bear against the smoothness of her virgin cleft.

	With a hard lurch, he penetrated the eleven year-old, shredding the membrane and driving halfway into her untried channel. Ignoring her screams, he pushed again, heaving with his bulk until he filled her narrow passage completely. The preteen wailed as the man rutted inside her tender pussy, making her interior slick with the blood of her defloration.

	Her sounds did not deter Smiley at all as he enjoyed the sensation of a young girl's cunt grasping his cock as it tried to stretch around it. As Patti's cries became softer, choked sobs, she endured the hard rhythm that pushed her into the mattress with every hard thrust inside her straining little snatch.

	Smiley gritted his teeth as he came, spurting his semen into Patti's prepubescent baby maker. Resting on one elbow, he toyed with one small titty while he explained the rules to his new girl.

	"Your little sister -what's it, Erin? Yeah, those green eyes of her just beg for cock, you know? I've got a girl here her age that knows how to suck cock and does it real good. But if you're good to me, maybe Erin doesn't have to start working yet.

	You may think you can escape, but that sister of yours can't run that fast. If I catch her, she'll be going to a dead show. You know what those are? No? Aw, you gotta hear this.
Some enterprising fuckwad found that zombies can still get hard-ons, at least some of them can. Don't ask me how they found out 'cause I don't wanna know.

	Anyway, they take a zombie and tie him down so he can't bite. Then some whore gets his dick hard and gets on top, pumping her snatch on him 'til he cums. Yeah, they really do cum. And it doesn't turn the bitch into a zombie like a bite does. Don't know why, but who the fuck cares? But people pay big money to see it.

	So anyway, you try to run and little Erin will be a zombie fuck toy. Can you just see her ripe little cunt, all bald and pure, when they push her down on some green or gray, gnarly cock. She'd be screaming as her baby pussy was torn open and the zombie would be doing that moaning-growling thing when he cums. Then she could take him up the ass and then lick him clean. Yeah, I can see her sweet little mouth licking all of her shit and blood from his undead cock. She'd probably get him hard again and have to eat a bunch of his nasty cum. I doubt she'd last long doing it and would be too ripped up after a few shows. Maybe they'd sit her on his face so he could eat her pussy and then she'd turn.

	I'll bet there are plenty of sickos out there who would fuck a little girl zombie. They'd have to do it in her ass, though, 'cause her cunt would be all chewed up. And putting a dick in her mouth is sure as hell not an option.

	So anyway, are you gonna be a good whore and treat me good?"

	"Yes," Patti said weakly, horrified to find that Smiley's vivid description of what he'd do to Erin had made him hard inside her aching twat again.

	"That's my bitch," he sighed as he pressed deeper into the preteen for another round of sex.

	An hour later, Patti staggered from the RV and limped toward the bus that Smiley had indicated. There, a girl about a year older than her took her by the hand.

	"I'm Debra," the other girl said. "I'll get you something to wear for tonight. Nothing special since you'll be undressed most of the time."

	Patti tried to speak, but could only produce tears. Debra stopped and looked at her, coolly appraising her before her expression softened slightly at sight the blood trickling from down below Patti's shorts leg.

	"Smiley got your cherry, huh?" Debra said quietly. "Welcome to the business. It doesn't get much better, but you get used to it. The men pick you, pick a hole, and jam it in until they cum. On a good night, a guy will rent you for all night and then pass out drunk an hour later. But most of the time, you'll have to do five or six guys. Sometimes we hit a mining settlement or something and it gets really crazy. I had twenty guys in one night when I was ten - my pussy felt like a bus had driven through it by morning."

	"How long have you been here?" Patti managed to ask as she changed clothes.

	"Since I was six, so it's been around half my life," Debra replied. "After Smiley got me, he didn't touch me until after he let the Baron have me. That's Baron Smythe of Wilmington. He's got a thing for anyone young, but he really likes popping cherries. Fucked me hard and took some of the blood and drew a line on his bedroom wall. There's a ton of those lines - one for every little girl he broke in. That's probably what Smiley will do with your sister. She's the one with the green eyes, right?"

	"Yes, but he said if I worked and didn't cause trouble he'd..."

	"He'll do whatever he wants once he knows he's got you broken in," Debra said, her eyes darting about for any listeners. "Don't ever think otherwise. But after a while you'll understand. We're whores and have no way to defend ourselves if we escape. So then what? I don't like getting fucked by raiders and other men like that, but I sure as hell don't want to be eaten by a bunch of zombies, either. Come on, it's show time.'

	Patti hoped she would forget her first night in the business. They were at a trading outpost frequented by raider gangs. Cots were set up outside as they usually were when the weather was decent.

	With desperate hope of keeping Erin safe, regardless of what Debra had said, Patti didn't protest as she lay on a thin mattress, her slim young body smothered by large, rough men who pounded her small pussy with their cocks and sucked and bit at her new breasts. They mistook her groans for satisfaction while they made her stretch and bruise as they found their pleasure in her tight hole, smearing her sex on the inside with thick cum. Had they known they were hurting her instead, they wouldn't have cared.

	In the morning, Smiley's guards took their relief among the prostitutes, most of them doing it quickly with oral sex. Patti stood on her knees with a guard named Peterman who had her hair clenched in his fingers as he shoved her head back and forth.

	Trying not to gag, Patti kept her eyes closed while the taste of the man's unwashed penis filled her mouth. She quickly swallowed her saliva to reduce the man's strong flavor and he liked the way her mouth worked in doing so. More foul semen erupted, this time in her mouth. With her head trapped on the man's shaft, Patti had to swallow everything the man poured into her.

	"You're one damned good cocksucker," Peterman said when he finally let go of Patti's locks. "When Smiley first got you in Lynchburg, I didn't think you had it in you. But look at you now - you've sure had it in you a lot!"

	Patti looked down at her naked body as the laughing guard ambled away. Her little tits now sported several welts and her smooth cunt was a sticky mess. Debra led her to the tubs of lukewarm water where they could wash away the residue from last night - at least the residue of a physical nature.

	When she found an unused bed that Debra said was to be hers, she dropped into it heavily. As she was drifting off to sleep, someone yanked her by the wrist. She opened her eyes to see Peterman holding her.

	"Smiley's orders," he said as he handcuffed her wrist to the frame of the cot. "He's afraid you might run off like some of the new ones do. But I don't think you'd ever leave after getting a mouthful of Little Petey."

	The guard sniggered as he grabbed his crotch. None of the other girls laughed with him as he left the bus.

	For the next week, it was more of the same with the one exception on her third night when a man tuned her over and took her anally. The eleven year-old buried her face in the mattress, the material smothering her cries as she was sodomized for the first time. In the morning it only meant one more orifice to clean before she was handcuffed to her cot.

	In the late afternoons, she was able to spend some time playing with Erin, who was oblivious to the dark nature of things around her. Erin introduced her to a playmate her age, a blonde, elfin-faced girl named Trixie. There was another girl perhaps a year older with brown hair and a round face who was sullen and uninterested in being with the other girls.

	"That's Minnie," Erin explained. "She doesn't like playing."

	In the second week, Patti learned more about Smiley's Circus when they stopped at an old warehouse in another walled town in Pennsylvania. It rained nearly the entire time, but Smiley had rented the empty warehouse for use and the cots were set up under electric lights. With more illumination, Patti could see what was happening around her when she was between customers.

	Smiley had not been exaggerating when he said he had working girls around Erin's age. After Patti's second customer was done, she looked to see Minnie on another bed, on her hands and knees as a man rammed his prick well past her lips. Watching the little girl's throat, Patti realized just how deep Minnie was taking the man. And if it bothered Minnie at all, she didn't show it

	Later on, Patti spied Trixie kneeling over a customer in bed, bobbing her little mouth over the man's dick. The tyke couldn't take very much and she was clearly distressed but the man didn't seem to mind her tears. Another time, a different man wet his ringer before twisting it into the four year-old's tiny snatch. The plump, hairless folds stretched and flexed around the man's thick digit as he cruelly worked it around inside. With his finger still embedded in the child's cunny, the man twisted Trixie's blonde hair in his  hand and pulled her head down over his cock.

	Trixie looked up, briefly making eye contact with Patti in the piteous hope of salvation. But that ended when the next customer climbed on top of Patti and began mauling her chest while his prick hardened in anticipation.

	The following morning, Patti helped Trixie wash.

	"Are you okay?" she asked the little girl.

	Trixie somberly nodded.

	"When there's lots of men, I have to suck cock," she explained in her tiny voice. "Sometimes they want to go in my mouth lots and I can't do that like Minnie can."

	Trixie paused, watching as Patti carefully ran a soapy washcloth over her cunny mound. She didn't mind the older girl touching her there and went on to tell more.

	"I didn't do this until Mr. Smiley gave me to Baron Smythe. He lives in another place called...Wimmyton."

	"You mean Wilmington?"

	"Uh huh. Baron Smythe put his finger in my pee-pee and hurt it and made lots of blood. Then he put the blood on a wall. There were lots of bloods there from other little girls when he hurt their pee-pees. Then I had to suck his cock. I didn't like it and I threw up. He laughed."

	"I'm sorry," Patti croaked, trying not to cry in front of the girl.

	"I heard grown-ups say we're going to Wimmyton soon and Baron Smythe will give Mr. Smiley stuff so he can put his finger in Erin's pee-pee. Then Erin will suck cock like me."

	Patti broke down and sobbed. Trixie stood there, unsure what to do until she remembered something happier.

	"Some men are nice to me," she said as she patted the older girl's head. "A man last night licked my pee-pee lots and lots until I was all squishy there. And I didn't have to suck his cock. I rubbed it until he put his stuff on my tummy."

	Later that day, Erin made an observation to her sister.

	"This isn't a very nice circus."

	Patti didn't see what Trixie was up to the next night, but she had a full view of the bed next to hers as Minnie sucked and endured all kinds of molestation until Smiley made an announcement.

	"Minnie's growing up to be a fine whore," he called. "And now she gets her ass cherry popped."

	The man driving into Patti's cunt paused, muttering how he wanted to see this. Minnie's customer smeared some goop into Minnie's butt crack and then pulled the child onto her knees before mounting her. Minnie screamed as her anus gave way. The little girl clawed at the mattress as she was opened up in the rear. Her cries grew hoarse but kept repeating as the man hammered his thick rod into her.

	Patti was horrifically amazed at how much meat the man was able to stuff in the five year-old's bottom. Minnie's little ass cheeks quivered with every thrust until the man finally spewed his load into the child's battered rectum. He left the girl sobbing and bleeding before medic checked on her and had her carried off. For Minnie, her work was done for the night, but there would be many other nights.

	The next night, they were somewhere else in Pennsylvania when Smiley addressed the group.

	"No whoring tonight," he said as she jerked his thumb back toward a cluster of lights in a farm house. "We're in Amish country and they don't take kindly to our kind of work, so we'll keep a low profile. Tomorrow morning, I'll be buying provisions from 'em and they wouldn't do business with me if they knew my business.

	And no one try fucking with 'em. They pretty much keep to themselves and still like the old-fashioned life, but they're awfully deadly when it comes to defending themselves. It's no wonder that not one of their communities fell to the zombies when The End came crashing in.

	You might have heard stories about how the Amish have taken in orphans. That's true, but you're all a bunch of fucking whores and they won't have anything to do with you. So get your cunts on the buses and stay there. Peterman will be around - I want him to cuff more of you than usual just in case you have any ideas."

	With no customers to watch tonight, Peterman was clearly drunk by the time he got to Patti's bus. A couple of other girls who weren't usually cuffed complained when he did so but only got slapped for their trouble.

	Pattie's cuffs were still clamped to her cot frame with only the wrist cuff still open. Watching Peterman fumbling around, she put the cuff on her wrist but only closed it to the first click, which left her plenty of room to slip free. When the guard staggered to her cot, he saw the cuff in place and stood there, confused. Patti's heart was fluttering while Peterman stood over her, swaying slightly. Then with a shrug, he staggered off the bus.

	The hours stretched on forever until Patti heard nothing more outside after the other men had finished their drinking and had gone to bed. She knew there would still be a few guards out, but she saw no light except for the distant farm house when she pulled back the curtain from the bus window.

	Twisting her hand, Patti was able to get out of the cuff with ease. As she crept toward the door in the back, Debra saw her and shook her head in silent warning. Patti gave her a half-hearted shrug and left the bus as Debra mouthed a few disjointed bits of words she remembered from a long-ago prayer.

	Patti snuck over to the kitchen bus and crept on board. Quietly, she roused Erin, putting her hand over the girl's mouth to keep her from talking until she understood she had to be quiet. After doing the same with Trixie, she asked the girl if it would be safe to get Minnie.

	Trixie shook her head.

	"She tells on people," she explained.

	Patti led the two little girls from the bus. She was tempted to go with them, but feared Smiley's warning about the Amish views on stained girls might be true. But she hoped they wouldn't take that attitude with Trixie who was too little to be of any blame. Her other reason for not going was that if she wasn't with them, Smiley probably wouldn't follow through on his earlier threat in case they were caught.

	Kneeling next to the girls, Patti pointed to the farm house.

	"See that place? They'll take good care of you. I want you to run as fast as you can and don't stop no matter what happens until you get there."

	"Are you coming?" Erin asked.

	"I can't. But promise me you'll be a good girl. Both of you."

	The three girls hugged and then Patti sent them scampering into the field of high wheat. Although they were concealed, they would still be able to see the higher lights in the distance. When she could no longer hear them, Patti crept back to the bus. Debra gave her a puzzled look but said nothing as Patti returned to her cot, slipped her hand in the cuff, and tightened it further.

	No sooner than she had done this when shots rang out. She heard the pounding of feet and guards shouting. Security lights on the outside of the vehicles snapped on, sending the camp into a false daylight.

	"Zombies!" someone shouted as more weapons fired.

	"How many?" another voice called.

	"Where?"

	"In the field, there's a whole goddamned pack of 'em! Must be twenty or more."

	The firing continued for a few minutes more until it died out. Patti spent the rest of the night lying in terror.

	"How the fuck did that happen?" Smiley stormed the next morning. "Two little four year-olds just get up and wander into the field in the middle of the fucking night and no one saw it! Peterman, you drunk, worthless fuck!"

	Peterman lay on the ground, bleeding profusely from the beating that Smiley had already given him.

	Smiley stopped pacing and breathed heavily as he tried to reign in his anger.

	"Something - probably all the ruckus - pissed off the Amish 'cause they won't deal with me now. And those two little shits wouldn't have made much of a dinner for the Z-freaks but now I'm out some serious future coinage with them gone."

	"They were eaten?" Patti sobbed.

	Smiley jerked his head in her direction, about to yell again when he saw who it was.

	"Who knows?" he snorted. "probably. I mean, what the fuck else would have happened?"

	Of all the things she should have expected in the post-End world, this was one that Patti hadn't anticipated. She tried not to picture Erin and Trixie huddling together as the monsters surrounded them. But was a quick death better than the prolonged hell they faced with Smiley?

	As they boarded the bus, Debra put an arm around Patti's shoulders. The older girl had plenty of questions she wanted to ask, but never uttered one of them.

	
FOUR MONTHS LATER

	One of the girls was looking out the bus window as the countryside sped by.

	"Hey, I see Amish. I think this is the place those little girls got eaten a while back."

	Debra jabbed an elbow into the girl's ribs, tilting her head in Patti's direction. The girl's face colored in silent embarrassment.

	Lying on her cot, Patti heard the girl, feeling the now familiar pain and guilt rise in her gut. It wasn't the only place that was hurting. The previous night, two enterprising customers had decided to see if they could fuck the eleven year-old in her ass and cunt at the same time - and they could.

	Now she tried to remain motionless, wincing with every bump and jolt as her injured body protested the sudden movements. She had still been bleeding a little in both places  by morning and even Smiley had to admit she wouldn't be able to work for as much as a week.

	Patti peaked through a gap in the curtains, catching a momentary glimpse of a group of little Amish children running and playing under the watchful gaze of some smiling - and armed - teenaged girls. The non-physical pain flared more acutely as she dropped her head back to her thin pillow.

	The children stopped playing for a moment as they watched the brightly-colored caravan pass. One of the girls approached another one, clutching the second girl's arm and trembling slightly until the vehicles had passed. The second girl hugged the first and watched the last bus with a wistful look in her emerald eyes.



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