Fair Exchange (closed RP with ruggedasfuck)
Olivia was nervous, standing near the others, watching the Saviors roam around the little compound. Barely more than a couple houses with fortifications, it wasn’t a particularly nice or secure settlement, but there were people, and relative safety. At least, there had been. She’d only been there a week or so. Some of the others told her bits and pieces of things. That they owed the ‘Saviors’ tribute. That they needed to find enough salvage. And more recently, that they hadn’t. Several of them stood in a knot in tense silence as Tim, the self-styled leader spoke to the man they called Negan.
He was frightening, even from a distance. Tall and imposing and carrying a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat. From what she’d heard it wasn’t just for show.
Tim knew he was in serious trouble. They hadn’t managed to get the supplies the Saviors demanded, and that... was bad for them. It was beyond bad for them. Still, there had to be something.
He swallowed. “I-I know we’re short. It won’t happen again but... I was thinking maybe...” He glanced over at the others, watching, waiting. “There’s a new girl. The little redhead over there.” He nodded toward her. She stood a bit separate from the others, not quite integrated yet. He hated to throw her under the bus, really he did. But she was barely a part of the group.
“She says she used to be a nurse. She’s real pretty, too. So I thought maybe...” He let the offer hang in the air. She’d hardly been there any time. No one would miss her terribly. Sure, he was offering her up on a silver platter to a man who would do god only knew what with her, but... Well. He had to think of the community, after all.