Meet the Scum Raiders

A clip from my new book.......working titles and names only as it is in the embryo stage.


Scumby readjusted the weight on his feet....he had been running for over twenty minutes and his leg muscles twitched as he hid in the shadows by a disused bank. He was always cautious after a raid, mostly because he needed to get back to the dwellings; there were so many people depending on him these days and training the new recruits was taking longer than expected.

It had been a good raid.


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