» Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:04 pm Prologue:A nuclear war has ravaged the Earth, cities annihilated, life decimated, civilisations destroyed.
A thick cloud of radioactive fallout and the dust of humanity lies across the skies, blanking the sun and leaving any
chance of life out of the question. Those who were of a high social standing, or authoritative positions were granted
special positions in nuclear bunkers, called Vaults. Those who were rich bought their way in. The Vaults were the only real
way of surving the apocalypse, everyone else was burned by the atomic devestation. All the unfortunates were
left to try and survive the nuclear holocaust. A miniscule amount of humanity managed. Radiation makes any chance of life
zero, as does the fact that most water sources are poisoned. The effects of the nuclear war have lasted centuries, and will
continue to last for centuries after. Small groups of people scraqe a living by scavenging and avoiding the mutated
atrocities that haunt the waste. The main currency of this dead world: Bullets. You have to fight every day of your life,
just to survive. Weapons are the voice of humankind, conflict rules people. Without any survival skills, you'll be dead
within a day. Raiders and slavers travel the waste, killing anything that isn't part of their own group. Small settlements
have arose withing the wastes as humanity attempts to rebuild out of the atomic waste.
Another round came by, smashing a wall next to her as she ran, ducking and dodging throughout the ruined remains of the city
the cold, blank grey of the concrete building blurred past as she sprinted, trying to escape the raiders. Any unexperienced
'survivor' would be throughly lost in the sprawl of the crumbling city. Scarlet knew her way around, she'd been on
hundreds of scavenging trips. Only this was the first time any hostiles had appeared. She rounded a corner and smashed
through the doors of a building that wasn't as badly damaged as the rest and ran upstairs to a thick iron door and loaded
up the terminal beside it. Password 1785752 got her through the door into a dimly lit room, sparsely furnished and very dank
and musty. A man stood in the shadows of the room near a window, rifle aimed through a hole in the glass, eye to the scope.
"Door" The man whispered.
"What?" Scarlet replied, confused.
"The door, you forgot to close it, again." He answered.
"Oh right, yeah, sorry. Hang on."
"Anyway, what took you so long out there?" He said softly, still keeping a close eye on the road below.
"Raiders, a lot of 'em" She answered, panting and sitting on the threadbare couch next to the door.
"What, raiders? This far south? Christ, they must be getting desperate for supplies. I see we may be aswell,
judging by the fact you don't have anything with you..." He seemed disappointed, naturally he would be; he wouldn't
eat for another week. "What were they doing? Did you see what they were up to?"
"Your guess is as good as mine Ly. The only thing I saw of them were their rifles pointed at me and the bullets
they were shooting."
"Well that's highly inconvenient,Wait..." His grip tightened on his rifle and he dropped to one knee for a more
stable position and whispered to his companion "I see something" His gaze bore down the scope of his sniper and he gasped
"Twenty, maybe more raiders heading this way, they have dogs. [censored], they have your scent Scarlet!" he lowered his weapon
and glared at her "You've led them right to us!"
"Oops, grab our stuff, I'll set the charges." She said, sounding panicked now.
Lysander ran to grab both their packs, clothes, weapons and all the other necessities as Scarlet ran to a box the far
end of the room and picked out a bundle of plastic explosive. She began laying it into the corners of the room and farther
out into the more desolate areas of the building, packing the place with enough explosive force to take down the
structure and probably the few buildings surrounding it. They were both out the door in the downstairs room and running
off down the road as bullets whizzed past Lysander's head, prompting him to grab the remote detonator from Scarlet's
hand and squeezing, annihilating their last hideout and hopefully a large portion of the attacking raider force. The absence
of bullets and the cloud of dust flying over their heads confirmed the blast worked. Scarlet took the lead and shouted
to her companion
"Follow me! I know a good place near the river!"
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So yeah, tell me what you think and I'll do the rest.
