Another day, another road war. Another road war, another pile of carcasses to pick through. Life on the wasteland was hard enough without every war lord trying to kill each other every other day. You held back a gag as you dragged another body onto the pile to burn. As you reached for the body of a blonde woman, it let out a loud gasp. She coughed and rolled on to her stomach and retched. The woman was surrounded by medical blood bags hooked into her arms and legs. You had heard of this practice before. She was a “Blood Bag.”

She rasped and wheezed as she rolled over onto her back.

“P-p..please…t-took too much.” She cried as she reached up towards you, tears in her glassy eyes. “Run dry…run dry, run dry!”