This is just a story piece that came to mind whilst driving. Fae Apoc, about 15-20 years after the apocalypse.
There was an accountant in the slave market.
Vepki was fairly certain that the man wasn’t actually an accountant, not some fifteen or so years after the world had ended. There were probably still places that needed such things, but Springfield wasn’t one of them.
The accountant was reading the signs above the cages – rather like a zoo, Vepki thought, which was more appropriate than most would know. He smiled, a snarling expression that would probably scare away the accountant.
That was fine. He didn’t particularly want to be purchased, anyway. Continue reading