» Tue Oct 26, 2010 4:10 am Prologue
It was a clear night.
The stars stood sparkling at the sky as if trouble was far to be found.
But things were not as they seemed.
A small house made of old plates of metal and car parts was standing on a highway bridge far above a green river.
In the house three persons sat around a table, all frightened, all breathing heavily.
They were running for their lives.
The house was built sturdy, but it looked like it could fall off the edge any moment.
It was built to keep people outside, which was just the reason why the three persons seek their refuge there.
Inside the house it looked like there hadn’t lived anything but radroaches for years.
It had a simple set up; a refrigerator in the corner, a bed in the opposite corner, a couch next to the entrance and a generator next to the entrance.
The men sat around a small round table in the middle of the room thinking about their options, a light shimmering above their heads.
All three of them were ghouls and all three of them were brothers.
The oldest brother was a large man. He wore sand brown combat armor, and was wearing an old black cap.
His looks were even worse than those of the usual ghoul, his size didn’t help that.
The dimmed light accentuated the scars on his face, which were many.
With his rifle leaning at the side of his chair, the oldest brother started talking.
“We need a plan and we need it fast, or these guys will find us and take us down without mercy.”
None of the two other men said anything.
“John,” The youngest replied. “Why do you always want to run away? We’re good where we are and odds are they’re never going to find us here.”
John looked Marc right in the eyes, disagreeing without saying a word.
Marc’s appearance was, opposite to that of John, quite good for a ghoul.
He wore a black business suit with matching glasses.
On top of his face he had neatly combed blonde hair, which was obviously a wig, as ghouls normally don’t have much hair left.
It was clear that he paid much attention to his appearance.
His head turned over to the third brother, who was looking at an old Nuka Cola truck toy, standing in the middle of the table.
“What do you say, Gerard?” Marc asked him leaning over the table in order to get a glimpse of his eyes.
“Isn’t it strange that, in a world like this everything fades, but yet the red colour of the truck seems to shine as if it were just painted?”
Marc looked at Gerard astounded. The third brother still did not answer the question.
He looked untidy, wearing leather armor that had seen better days.
A tool belt strapped around his waist was so stacked with tools that it had to be reinforced with a pair of suspenders.
He had a few scars and the peeled skin looked worse than that of the other two, but looks didn’t seem to matter to him that much.
John was getting angry now and slammed his fists on the table.
“I said: we need a PLAN!”
Marc and Gerard stood up out of shock, leaving the chairs falling behind them.
“I- I don’t know,” Gerard replied conserved. “Maybe we should stay here for a while.”
Marc nodded agreeably. “See, I told you, we’d be best off just hiding here for a while.”
This had gotten John even angrier.
“If you remember, we’re in a hurry here.”
Gerard looked at the vial held in John’s hands.
It contained the very thing that could wipe the entire Ghoul population off the surface.
“You’re right.” He answered. “The best thing to do now is to leave this house.
It’s too much in the open and if they find us, we’ll be trapped like ants in a Vulcan.”
“Ants in a vulcan?” Marc replied “does that make any sence?”
A sudden knock on the door froze the three brothers instantly.
As the three looked towards the entrance, a low voice sounded from the outside.
“Found you!” a man said laughingly. “Come out and we’ll spare your lives.”
“Wait, scratch that. We’ll make your deaths less painful.”
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