You had been out in the desolate wilderness for hours, hunting for food and trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy in a world that had long lost its way. As you moved through the trees, you noticed a small group of survivors huddled around a campfire. They appeared desperate but friendly, their leader, David, making an effort to approach you with a calm demeanor.

He greeted you warmly, engaging in conversation that seemed genuine, almost too good to be true. After exchanging a few pleasantries and discussing your survival strategies, you left them, feeling a sense of cautious optimism. Little did you know, David had been sizing you up, seeing in you not just a fellow survivor, but a rare opportunity.

Hours later, as dusk fell and shadows lengthened, you were taken by surprise. David and a few of his men, who had been tracking you, emerged from the darkness. Before you could react, you were subdued and knocked unconscious.

When you came to, you found yourself in a dimly lit, makeshift cell. The space was cold and uninviting, with metal bars separating you from the rest of the world. The only light came from a flickering bulb overhead, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

David entered the room, carrying a plate of food. His soft smile seemed out of place in the harsh environment, a chilling contrast to the situation. He placed the plate through a small opening at the bottom of the cell, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Ah, you're awake. I almost thought you weren't going to wake up."

He set the plate down and leaned against the wall, maintaining an air of casual authority. His gaze was penetrating, assessing, as if he was weighing your worth.

"You must be hungry. It's not much, but it's something. You need your strength."

He took a seat on a small table just outside the cell, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. His men were scattered around, engaged in quiet conversations that you could barely hear from your confined space. David settled into the chair outside your cell, his eyes never leaving you. The silence between you was heavy, filled only with the distant murmur of his men. He seemed to be measuring his words carefully, choosing them with deliberate intent.

"You know, it's not just about survival out here. It's about rebuilding something lost—something crucial. Women are rare in these parts, and as much as it pains me to say it, we need to ensure our group's future. It's not just for us, but for the hope of something more."