Two survivors just trying to survive in a shattered world...
About this creation
An excerpt from a survivorís personal journal.
Happy Independence Day to me. Yay. Oh, and guess what? Today marks the fifth year when the first warheads began dropping from the sky. I can still clearly remember the horrifying event in my f***ing head. Feels like it happened just yesterday. I knew they would just stab us in the back when we signed the treaty with them. In a nuclear war, there are no winners but losers. Stupid politics/politicians plus trigger happy generals equal a f***ed up world. God damn you to hell IvanÖ
Scott and I agreed to go out today in search of food, clean drinking water, and perhaps some ammunition for our weapons. I only got 120 rounds of 5.56 for my AR-15. Hopefully I donít have to use it on a gang of nut heads today.
After we travelled about 30 klicks (still empty handed) from our new shelter, we discovered a body tied up to a wooden pole. The head was at the extreme decaying stage, probably the same goes for the rest of the body under the orange biohazard suit. The stench was just f***ing unbelievable. It seems like the fella was rotting here for a couple of weeks. We also discovered a small nuclear warhead (probably still active!) laying a few meters from the poor bastard. I wondered why it didnít go off when it struck the ground, but I knew that I will never know the true answer to the thought.
My assumption would be that the sh*tty government (what little left of it) sent scouts out to locate survivors and supplies, but they instead came across the unexploded bomb. The scouts reported it back to base of their find. Then they decided to send a one man unit (Mr. Orange Suit) to salvage what was left of the warhead that was still usable, such as the uranium or whatever, and use it to create God knows what. Why else could this well-equipped guy be here for?
I guess Mr. Orange Suit here probably then he got very unlucky and a group of wild lunatics came across him. Robbed him, tied him a meter up high to a f***iní wooden pole, tortured him a while for fun and left him for dead. Creepy sh*t. Not a great way to goÖ
We decided to turn around and head back the same direction we came from and end the search for supplies. Donít want to travel in the dark very much these daysÖ
Yikes!!! Giant Mutant Ants!!!
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