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Out with the old...
Topic Started: Oct 16 2010, 11:32 AM (163 Views)
fablemerc
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The Big Daddy
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The golden rays shone through the holes above his head illuminating his dank musty surroundings. His eyelids flickered as the bright light tickled at his eyes trying desperately to find its way inside; to string and harm the delicate hazel pools that swam inside his skull. It was no use the light had succeeded on denying him any more sleep. Opening his eyes all he could see above him was a dazzle of shinning glory beaming down upon him; flexing his stiffened right hand he cuffed it over his eyes shutting out the radiance of light. That’s better. Sitting up he shook his head in an effort to rid him of the horrible drowsiness that was trying to envelop him. It was no use, but he knew another way. His eyes looking down to his left where on the rough dirt stained camp mat lay in a crude metal bowl a small sliver of cloudy grey water. Slowly he wrapped his still slightly stiff hands around the ice cold edges of the bowl all the while taking care not to cut his delicate skin on the jagged edges of the metal. Raising it up he set it upon his knees like a father sitting his child upon his lap; sinking his handing in the cool thick water (Well more like oozing toxic sludge) and wiped down his face to try a rid himself of the drowsiness. The cold shock swept through his body thrusting his drifting brain into a state of working order. Grabbing his dirty blood specked shirt he wiped his face down, he wasn’t too fond of lumps of radioactive sludge coving his face. Suddenly from outside he heard a loud call of someone’s voice; who it was or what they were saying he had no idea as his ears were still closed from the night before. Rubbing them to free them he heard the voice call again and this time he could hear it. “Daniel get up we’re leaving.”

Pushing aside the heavy canvas flap of the small camping tent Daniel was once again bombarded with dazzling sunlight. It was a few seconds before his eyes adjusted; it was a beautiful day with the sun radiating down in a sea of radiant blue with the wispy white clouds sailing along in the skin pleasing breeze. It was a good day for them to leave. Looking around he spotted an upturned wooden milk crate acting as a table with a rusted metal bucket as a chair, and on the table was a bowl of meat soup; what kind of meat he didn’t know and frankly didn’t want to know. Walking over to the ‘table’ he sat down upon the bucket which under the pressure sank slightly into the thick dusty soil. As he raised the crude wooden bowl to his rock-like cracked lips his mind drifted off, thinking over the past month.
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t had been a long month since he’d set off from the smoking ruins of bucket town after the revolution with the caravan to Cliff View where he had spent the four weeks. The owner of the caravan who was called Steve had allowed Daniel to stay with them in a tent while they stayed at Cliff View. He had done little there save for a few errands that Steve had for him fetching water or to go out and look for food. However they were now leaving and as was Daniel’s nature he was also itching to get going too. His bones ached for adventure and he knew it was time to leave. The group was packing up and heading back south to Bucket Town as news of recovery spread around the southern wastes. Dan wasn’t sure if he would return to Bucket Town yet however he was going to stick with the caravan until they at least reach the dunes again. As the last ounce of meat slipped down his throat Daniel set down the bowl and rose to his feet couching as the meat wriggled its way down to his stomach. He suddenly felt a hand grasp his shoulder and looking round he saw the smiling face of Steve.

“Good to see your up, we’re leaving in ten minutes so kit up.” Daniel nodded and gave Steve a brief grin. “How long will you stay with us Daniel?” Daniel gave a slight sigh, a quick one but Steve’s constant cheeriness was annoying his; especially as deep down Dan knew that Steve was a cruel man, the body of the ex-caravaner who had tried to leave secretly that was nailed to a wooden post was testament to that. He couldn’t wait to leave.

“As soon as we reach the dunes I’ll be out of your hair.” Steve laughed a stuck an arm over Dan’s shoulders.

“Well it’s been a pleasure having you here Daniel, here’s hoping we have a smooth ride back.” Dan nodded, he to hoped that.
Amelia Harington
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The small caravan trundled its way along the pre-war highway, circumnavigating the old rusting husks of automobiles and the huge foot breaking cracks that littered the fading grey tarmac surface. High above the sun blazing in all its internal furry like the devil’s watchful eye roasting the small group as the trooped along the highway.

Daniel wiped away a bead of sweat as it trickled its way down his red hot steaming face. His breath was steady but the shear relentless array of heat and sunlight was even starting to take its toll on him. His skin was gleaming red and had started to crack like the tarmac before his feet. Looking up for a brief second to take note of the surroundings he immediately lowered his head again, shielding his tired strained eyes from more punishment from the roaring sun above. He loved adventure; however today was not a day for adventure in his mind. It had been six long hours since they had left Cliff View behind and now they couldn’t even see the looming grey cliffs. Only a flat open dust bowl was before them with the highway snaking through like a dusty grey river.

Beside him wearing a makeshift set of metal-plated armour was one of the new guards Steve had hired the night before. The metal visor of his cycling/bucket helmet obstructed his face but Daniel was in no doubt that he felt like a roasted molerat under that armour; even the sharp crude metal edges were starting to glow red with the heat. Dan gave a slight chuckle, at least his outfit offered something in the way of cooling but how it worked he had no clue. The man looked at Daniel as he laughed.

“Why you laughing?” Even Daniel was able to note the harsh tone in his heavily Texan accent and abruptly decided to stop laughing; No need to piss of these guys, they might save my life.

“Just thinking about pass memories.” Hoping he would buy it Dan looked back around in an effort to miss getting into a pointless fight with the stupid Texan. Giving a slight glance back he could see the man shake his head before returning to whatever he was doing before, he didn’t look to convinced.

Suddenly something else caught his eye. Something in the sky above in front of them along the endless road was rising up. It was straight and black like the depths of the earth. The wind whipped up unexpectedly and the pillar of darkness moved and dispersed into the air around it. Also a stale smell was too blown with the wind, stinging at Daniel’s nasal receptors and causing his eyes to water. It was the smell of burning flesh. Wiping away the water that was welling up in his deep brown eyes he looked up at what he could now tell was a pillar of smoke. All around him people whispered and panic was soon grasping the group, something or someone was out there.

Daniel looked round at the group, he wanted to find Steve however all be could see was a sea of panicked faces struck with terror and mutual fear of the destruction that inevitably lay before them. Walking forwards he began to make his way through the panicked throng his head began to race. The shouting, the swearing, the confusion; it was disorientating. The wind whipped up again throwing a veil of sand over them blocking out the rays of the sun. The partials of sand stung like a wasp’s sting in his eyes, clogging his throat, sticking to his mucus and his throat. He coughed, spitting out flecks of sand studded mucus. He was lost in the crowd.

All of a sudden a loud ringing broke the clasp on his caged mind releasing his brain back into the conscious world. It was a gunshot. The crowd stopped shouting and praying to god for redemption and all including Daniel turned to the origin of the shot. There with his revolver pointing high into the air stood Steve. For once the cheery, smile that was always pasted across his face had vanished; instead his face was serious and scowled over the now silent group who looked at him in awe.

“Please everyone calm down.” His voice was cool and calm, like a summer waves on a golden beach in the Caribbean. “A small group of us will go over and...” He didn’t get to finish as a bullet thudded into his small skull shattering the bone sending blood spurting over the group launching his body into the concrete breaking several bones. Fuck! Daniel ducked down to lie prone and shield himself from any more shots. It was the right thing to do as suddenly more bullets flew overhead, a few hitting the group and Brahmin. Beside him Mr Texan was laying to, his arms shielding his head from the gun fire as his quailing in fear. Swearing under his breath Dan tried to roll over but a corpse of one of the men fell on him pinning his arms under a void of fat and flesh. Blood oozed onto his face and he could taste the bitterness in his mouth.

Suddenly the body was moved aside freeing Daniel’s body. Reaching for his holster he quickly took out his 10mm setting the firing mechanism with a bullet loaded into the chamber. Over him loomed a dark shadow, it shimmering in the heat haze and in the confusion Dan raised his weapon ready to shoot before a hand reached down and clasped his pulling him up. His eyes focused in and he recognised the crop of curly black hair and clean shaven face of Billy, another one of the guards. In his hand he held his old cracked hunting rifle all the while ducking the incoming shots.

“What’s going on?” Daniel didn’t have a clue what was taking place, once that someone was a attacking them.

“Raiders are attacking us, there fuck!” He ducked down dragging Dan with him as the bullet sailed where their heads had once been. “They’re everywhere!” Nodding

Daniel left Billy and seeing one of the side concrete barriers ran towards it before sliding into cover behind it. Taking deep breaths he tried to regain his breath as bullets thudding into concrete sending painful waves through his head scrambling his brain. Quickly he peaked over and seeing a raider and let loose two shot from his pistol. The pistol jumped back as the bullets left for their target; the first missed however the second struck the raider’s right shoulder causing him to fall into the dust kicking up a cloud and shrouding the other raiders. Bullets began to fly in his direction and ducking down he heard them wiz over head. Abruptly something flew over the barrier and landed about 10 feet in front of his beside two still fighting men form the caravan. He barely had time to realise it was a grenade as he threw himself upon the dusted steaming tarmac as a loud explosion rang out deadening his ears and shrouding his whole world into darkness.
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The darkness broke like a bottle of beer in a bar-room brawl as consciousness gradually returned to Daniel’s swimming and disorientated mind. As his lead heavy eye lids unfolded with great effort all he could see was a lattice of miss-matched colours of ever tone and shade shimmering like golden jewels as his eyes gradually became accustomed to the sudden rush of sunlight. Cuffing a dirt stained hand to shield his vulnerable eyes Daniel roes to his feet, as he did so he could feel his bones click back into place like pieces of a jigsaw. His throat was dry and begging for water as the dirt lining his throat soaked like a sponge the water inside his neck. Reaching down to his faded black leather belt he unscrewed the cork stopper of his canteen letting it fall into his open left hand for safe keeping. The smell of rusty metal tinged water oozed out and tempted his parched mouth to the rim of the canteen before tipping it at an angle as let the water flow into his bone dry mouth.

The water was warm and was flecked with the bitter taste of rusting metal and radium however it would save him from becoming another skeleton in the desert. As his body hydrated Daniel’s mind began to return and his eyes finally focused. He coughed and almost chocked as the stared into the lifeless blood stained face of Billy, his curly hair dripping with thick red blood as it waved like a flag in the cool breeze. Dan’s throat clotted as the pit of his stomach churned forcing up what little substance was already nestled down there. Luckily he was able to gulp down the rising vomit leaving a bitter aftertaste hanging in his throat. Stepping back he saw that he was still where he had been before he fainted. However the road was littered with bodies; black shapes sprawled the ground, still like the very concrete they rested upon. The deathly smell of rotting flesh and blood chocked the air as well as his stunned lungs making it hard for him to breathe freely. He wanted to scream, it was horrible. The carnage and savagery of the fallen tore away at his mind; a tear welled up in his eye.

But something was wrong. His pistol was still sitting safely in its holster and his hunting knife was still lying neatly in its leather sheath on his belt. Almost all of his stuff was accounted for accept his beloved crossbow. Fuck where is it? Daniel began to start to search for it but soon realised another odd thing. The other bodies were mostly unlooted too with the acceptation of a few stripped caravaners and raiders. Wait raiders? He double backed and stared at the sun burned naked corpse of the raider lying before him. Had the raiders looted their own men? Wondering what the hell had happened his eyes soon focused in on another raider corpse but this time he was still wearing half of his equipment, his metal leggings. Then something caught his eyes again. Each of the two corpses seemed to be from different clans. Looking back at the naked one who as Dan had just realised no longer had his prized companion. However it wasn’t that which caught his eye. Tattooed onto his arm was the crude and rather crap drawing of a scorpion tail. His eyes darted back to the other raider and on his arm and on his metal armour was the tattoo of a lightning bolt. They were from two different clans.

Things stated to fall into place. While he was out the raiders must of killed the remaining caravaners and while they were looting the rotting corpses another gang must of arrived drawn in by the noise and bellowing smoke. He stared at the sea of corpses, some of which were his friends and comrades. Tears welled up once more as his mind flashed back to two years ago and the death of his two best friends; their faces still fresh in his mind. Collapsing to his knees the tears began to flow down his cheeks, why was he always the one left with the pain. All his life those he loved the most had left his life, first the death of his father, then his leave of his family and the death of his best friends.

He sat there for around 10 minutes until he could no longer cry. Wiping away the tears we rose to his feet. He still had ties in Bucket Town and at the moment that was his only hope. Taking deep breathes he turned to face the setting sun on the horizon far off down the highway, that way was Bucket Town and that was where he was heading.

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