» Fri May 27, 2011 5:53 pm Ahem:
The weary traveler slowly crept along. He extracted a lone bottle of water from his pocket, and drank the last of the water inside it. What a clean, refreshing liquid it was! Just then, his acute gaze spotted an eerie gleam in the distance, the flash of light was a reflection of the sun's light, but it was not of a human nature. A small radscorpion was charging at him, the distance between them shortening by the moment. He took his SMGs out, yet only one had any ammo left in it. He said a quick prayer and sprayed the foul creature... he missed. The scorpion darted at him and sank its stinger into his right foreleg, and then it ran away.
Taking into account the animal's size, his own and his remaining strength , he calculated he would be claimed by death in about three days if didn't find an antidote...
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60 hours remaining
He'd been creeping along for half a day now, but his unresponsive limb made sure his advance was minimum. By now, he was easy prey for almost any wasteland critter, and his only comfort was to know that if he were captured by slavers, raiders or mutants, he wouldn't live long enough to fulfill their dreadful needs. He plodded on, the urgency of survival present in his mind, he couldn't rest, as it would be fatal to him.
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52 hours remaining
The pain was more intense, but it was peaking now, soon it would have to start its natural decay... along with a few bodily functions.
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48 hours remaining
Blurry vision, nausea and weakness were nothing more than complications when compared to the prospect of a slow, painful death. Lost in his thoughts, the agonizing wanderer was shook awake by a flash of light in the distance, and then, he was bathed in blood... it was not his own though...
He hurried up and got to the place where this explosion had occurred. What he saw awakened in him a glimmer of hope. It was a man fighting a couple of mutants. They were closing in on him, but he had an enormous missile launcher with him and it was loaded. The mutants had not taken more than a step closer to him when the wastelander pulled the trigger. "Now who's got the upper hand you [censored]! This one's for George and Thomas... DIE!"
The missile flew gloriously, and impacted one of the Uglies in its upper chest. The bloodbath that ensued was spectacular, and the cries of victory that the man spewed could have been heard by anyone within a mile. However, it was not over yet.
Another hulking mass of brawn was approaching the man, who reloaded his majestic weapon with practiced ease and unparalleled expertise. He once again pushed the trigger, but nothing came out of the gun. Cursing his luck, the man retreated to a nearby rock, while he tried to repair his weapon with futile attempts and no success.
The dying spectator of this butchery suddenly realized he had to do something, lest the mutant would get both of them. As fate would have it, the earlier explosion had thrown an assault rifle out of one of the mutant's hand, and that weapon had slid right in front of him. Raw willpower enabled him to take it, aim loosely at the beast and pull the trigger... the mutant was hit by most of the bullets, and charged straight at him, it was completely enraged, and whatever intelligence I might have had went down the drain in that instant. Scared, the wounded man awaited the beast's strike. It lunged forward at him, its feet leaving the ground in a leap that seemed impossible due to its size. Nevertheless, the man's reactions were faster, and he moved out of the way while discharging at the mutant. By the time it fell lifelessly to the ground, the wanderer had already hit him with a dozen projectiles in its throat, head and chest. He congratulated himself on the heroic feat he had just accomplished, and then slowly vanished away into the void... and then, darkness...
