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| Paradise Lost; In the Shadow of the Valley | |
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| identicalcurve | Aug 17 2016, 04:56 PM Post #1 |
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Mad King of the Salmon
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Victor stands out in the cold light of the moon, staring deep into the dark maw of a massive cave. A small and frail man, with ratty hair and dirt on his face, looks about nervously from the doorway to the secret passage. “Remember…” The smuggler starts to pull a massive steel door closed “You don't know how to pass the Rad storm.” As the massive door slams in his face Victor turns his back on his former life, dozens of locks clicking a whirring into the starry dynamo of the night. With his past behind him, Victor begins his long trek down what used to be US Highway 79 before the war. Most of the first night was uneventful, the only landmark Victor saw was a broken down sign with the letters L A R K V I L as he left a dilapidated town. ‘Well….’ Victor kicks a rock and tightens the bag around his shoulder. ‘My home… My life… My FUCKING PRACTICE!’ he throws a little tantrum, something a grown man like himself thought he would never do. Pulling out the jury rigged laser pistol he keeps at his side, he blast three holes into the already bullet riddled sign. As the smell of ionized air wafts through the air he sighs and clears his head. ‘Ok…. Athens…’ he re holsters his weapon and dusts off his ‘doctors’ coat, looking down the dark and lonesome road. ‘Mike said that he had heard of some settlement down towards Athens.’ With one last look towards the radstorm ,separating him from his home, he gives a cold sigh and heads further down the road. For the first night and five days Victor’s path was uneventful. He stopped to sleep for four hours every night and eat for a few minutes in the noon. He passed by a few more ghost towns, some bombed out and some abandoned, but no signs of any man or beast. On the night of the six day he saw something he could only say was miraculous. As he crested a large hill a faint tinkle caught his eye, a glittering gem in a dark and cloudy night. On the edge of the horizon he could see a massive crater and inside that crater many glowing lights. ‘A town?’ Vic runs for the edge of the hill, scrambling down the shale and gravel slope ‘Holy shit. A TOWN! I haven't seen another human other that fucking dirty smuggler in weeks.’ As Victor flew his way down the slope hope filled his heart ‘FUCKING BOOZE!!!’ |
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