Wandering the post-apocalyptic wastes of old humanity, the young virgin Alex encounters peril, danger and men willing to help or exploit her. How can she tell them apart? A young woman sets off onto a journey to save her people. Full of confidence and excitement, she quickly finds out the wasteland of the world above her bunker is harsher than she expected. Her people are relying on her, however, and she's their only remaining hope. Vile Wasteland is the story of Alexandra, a brave young woman who confronts the horrors of an uncivilized wasteland with only her own wits, and the hope that she doesn't trust the wrong man to aid her in her journey. Warning, this 50k word novel contains blow jobs, reluctance, cunninglingus, quick relationships and some themes of cheating, as well as taboo sex not intended to arouse. ~~ Excerpt: Arching a brow over at her, the tall Jarago lifted himself on one palm and slid over next to her, speaking lower. "You've got a pretty grim outlook," he said, "like I told ya, folks out here-in the light-are used to havin' to start from nothin'. And you're fortunate, you already got a job offer," he explained, a wry, handsome smile lighting his ruddy-brown features. "Work for me, I'll see you treated well, and in time you'll earn some extra to help your friends." She met his eyes, not flinching away, "Yea, about that. What exactly did you want me to be doing? Killing those things full time or just being your adorable little bunker babe plaything, huh? 'cause I'm not sure either of those really flies with me." His smile widened to a smirk and he put up his two hands, "Why not both?" he said. "You got the tenacity for one, and the looks for the other," he said, reaching a hand out, touching his fingers to her knee. "We can come to an arrangement," he said softly. "Not like you'd have to put out to everyone like most van-girls do. I'd keep you to myself. Maybe Bren now and then. If you're up for it," he offered.