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Prologue: A morning in Colorado, 2250
Rangle Clicked on his Radio. Just Static. In Colorado, there was almost nothing ever on the radio, and even if something came threw it was just some broadcasts from Denver. Rangle turned the radio off and started to put on his Regulator Duster. His was covered with so much dirt and blood, that no part of the original Duster was visible. After pulling on his boots - Which were layered with dirt - he looked at everyone else, so peaceful, dreaming, no worries in the world until they woke up and then he shot his .32 caliber into the air, waking up all of them.
"What the- oh, it's just you." George said and after taking a deep breathe he told Rangle in a cold voice, " Don't do that, it's a waste of ammo and you scared all of us to death." He walked off, acting as though he didn't freak out from the gunshot.
"Why'd you wake us up?" Alec asked.
" 'cuz today were heading for Denver." Rangle reminded him.
"Well isn't that just dandy!" Cyrus yelled and stormed outside, probably to have a smoke
"Rangle, we all thought you were joking," Karissa said, yawning. "Going there is suicide."
"Why do you think the Regulators sent us out here, to just stay in this shack for the rest of our life's?" Rangle started to raise his voice, " We are going to Denver!"
"Fine, we'll go but I'm just saying that were all gonna die!"
"And I'm just saying were gonna die staying here!"
"Calm down you two," It was the voice of reason, Shannon. "Karissa, he's right where gonna die out here without more supplies. I suggest we leave as soon as everybody's ready."
"Your right Shannon, but I just thinks it's a bad idea." Karissa said in a Know-It-All tone before leaving to get ready.
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I'll go into more detail into where there at in the next chapter.
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