This was a dry well. There was no water at the bottom, only pitch-black darkness.
At the bottom of the well was a frail figure curled into a ball, apparently unconscious.
"Go down and pull her out. Wait." Su Ming tossed out Cloak and added, "If she can't be saved, forget it. I'm planning to find something to drink, and seeing Super Mutants torturing humans would inevitably ruin my mood."
The howling wind swept sand and gravel through the streets. The Mutants' pale yellow blood flowed everywhere like mayonnaise, and the air reeked of rotten fish.
Cloak descended and circled the figure, then extended a corner to feel her carotid pulse. It then transformed into a dustpan, scooped up the figure, and carried her out of the well, setting her before the Sorcerer Supreme.
She turned out to be a little girl, around fourteen or fifteen. Since white girls tended to look older than they were, she might have been even younger.
But Su Ming knew at first glance that she was not from the Inner World. Her clothing looked more like Earth's style from the 1990s, and she even had a portable cassette player with her.
"Did she pass out from hunger? Strangle, read her memories."
Su Ming checked her pulse. The girl was still breathing, so he had Cloak carry her along as they headed into the bar. The midday sun was still too vicious for someone so weak.
The girl looked a little grimy, but judging from her nails and hair, she probably was not a beggar.
Cloak placed her on the bar counter while Su Ming climbed behind it to look for alcohol. Super Mutants did not drink alcohol, only blood, so the liquor left behind by the humans was all still here. As for where