Thread: The lost chapters of the wasteland (Anzekoni x sam1113)

Start log. He said. The year is 2583. Its been 200 years since the bombs dropped in World War V, and humanity is finally starting to begin it reconstruction of its societies. The planet is a barren wasteland with barely any clean resources left. The water and soil is irradiated, the trees have dried up and crumbled everywhere except in what used to be northern Russia. Living has become hell for the human species all around the globe. There is no law other than kill or be killed on this god forsaken hell hole. There are rumors that there are a couple of factions attempting to regain the control that governments used to have, but Ive yet to stumble across them. I hear they are friendly to those who arent feral. They even offer a place in their society of you can prove your worth and show you can contribute back to them. I personally think its complete bullshit, but I suppose anything is possible. I will close with saying that have found a place to sleep tonight. Its an old warehouse that seems free of mutants and other hostile creatures. As well as the raiders. I havent seen one in three days so I think Im moving away from the main group. Ill give an update tomorrow on my progress of reaching Turnpike City. I hear its a human settlement that offers sanctuary to those in need. Ive been making my way there since yesterday when I stumbled across a map hidden in a book at the last house I stayed at. End log. He spoke as he laid back on his makeshift bed. He added his log to his list and shut off his gadget. He started to ponder the possibilities of settling down in Turnpike City. He could get a home, a community, and maybe even a companion. He sat up at the last thought and walked to find a sink to brush his teeth in. Luckily he had ran across a super market on his way here and found that some of it hadnt been raided dry. He found some tooth paste, food, water, and even some packs of smokes. It was the little things in life that could make a day. He brushed his teeth with the expired tooth paste and went to go lay down and try to get some sleep for the trek tomorrow. He lit a cigarette with one of his matches and slowly inhaled its staleness. He would kill for a fresh pack, but in this word you could no longer be choosey. He thought about his adventures ever since leaving the compound underground that he grew up in. He had encountered murders, thieves, and whores trying to live by letting herself get fucked senseless by a society just so she wouldnt have to live in the wasteland. The thought sickened him. He finally faded off to sleep and awoke when the sunrise snaked its way into the room and glared down onto his face. He rubbed his eyes and he stretched out on his bed trying to will himself to get up. Finally he did and he packed his gear. He carried everything on his back in one of those old hiking backpacks that he found in a Supercenter. It was one of the best back packs hed ever had. It was designed to take a lot of strain off your back and place it at your hips to allow you to carry quite a bit without tiring quickly. He finally had everything and headed to the door he had come in from. He clipped his compass to his belt loop and stuck the map in his back pocket. He lit a cigarette as he approached the door and took his first inhale when he walked through the threshold. He looked up at the sun and saw that once again it was still dimmed by the layer of dust that enveloped the earth now. It wasnt a terrible thing. It still allowed enough sun to penetrate and give its nutrients to the soil, but kept it somewhat shady all the time so if was always cool and windy in the wasteland. Occasionally the sun would peek through the layer of dust and you could see the area that was lit all the way from the ground up. He checked his map and looked at where he had marked his last location and his current. He used his compass to find east and started out into the wasteland to continue his journey.