thewhiterabbit8
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A terraforming accident in Australia has made it impossible for rain to form in the atmosphere most water is gathered from underground aquifers. Syntha-fuel is an oil product derived from coal similar to WW2 German technologies. Most people live in isolated communes that support only a few hundred people. The rest live as scavengers looting the land and each other for supplies. The roads have largely survived thanks to the absence of water in the weather system and lack of use. While much of the world is a dessert northern areas are reputed to be rebuilding at an increasing pace.
http://loveshaq.deviantart.com/art/The-New-World-Map-50781623
Aura had never seen the rain in all her 21 years of life not a drop had fallen not a black cloud had blackened the sky. In only 25 years the world had change into a nightmare twisted lawless wasteland. Not even the melting of the polar icecaps could save the interior of the United States from becoming a barren dessert. Her mother had told her about oceans of gold called corn back when water fell from the sky. Most the young people didn’t believe in rain the rest were too afraid of the Scavengers. But aura wanted to see ran feel it on her face so she fixed up and old beater and hit the roads.
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It had all seemed so simple enough before leaving the commune convert a car to sytha-fuel and follow the road north. But things that seem simple rarely are and the road really takes you were you want to go. While much of the road had survived much of it had not and many bridges had been washed out. What should have taken a few days was going to take months to accomplish if it could be at all. Outside of that living out of a car had proven to be far more arduous then she could ever have imagined. Food was quickly running out and even taking a daily bath was becoming too difficult.
http://bitchinblack.deviantart.com/art/BLACK-MAGIC-WOMAN-73954652
Name: Aura Nightingale
Place of birth: Haven
Height: 5'3
Hair: Black
Weapon: Remington shotgun
The bus was impaled or split in half by a road wall one wheel on the road the other high in the air spinning. Aura got out of the car grabbing her Remington her bird Oracle on her shoulder as she approached the accident. The bus had jackknifed blocking the road in a narrow pass made only narrower by boulders. There were no dead just long streaks of red slowly fading in the high heat of the noon day sun. Vultures had gathered to pick over the few ounces of gore missed by the scavengers. A vulture was hard to catch but when you were almost out of supplies a buzzard could be good eating.
http://www.dreadgazebo.com/gunporn/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/ironridge870s.jpg
Pushing open the door the over powering smell of blood and gunpowder assaults her nose. The incised of the windows are covered with black paper too keep out the harsh rays of the son. The seats are packed with wither boxes or barrels must be the supplies for a convoy shooting for new Venice on the coast. Most of the travel light not even bringing along extra clothing or guns just food water and trade to pay for passage to new Eden. A gun shot he body reacts falling to the floor, whoever is out there is not friendly. “Go Oracle and tell me who we have for a guest” she commands the bird releasing her raven out a broken window.
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http://loveshaq.deviantart.com/art/The-New-World-Map-50781623
Aura had never seen the rain in all her 21 years of life not a drop had fallen not a black cloud had blackened the sky. In only 25 years the world had change into a nightmare twisted lawless wasteland. Not even the melting of the polar icecaps could save the interior of the United States from becoming a barren dessert. Her mother had told her about oceans of gold called corn back when water fell from the sky. Most the young people didn’t believe in rain the rest were too afraid of the Scavengers. But aura wanted to see ran feel it on her face so she fixed up and old beater and hit the roads.
http://the-grayline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/green-car-2.jpg
It had all seemed so simple enough before leaving the commune convert a car to sytha-fuel and follow the road north. But things that seem simple rarely are and the road really takes you were you want to go. While much of the road had survived much of it had not and many bridges had been washed out. What should have taken a few days was going to take months to accomplish if it could be at all. Outside of that living out of a car had proven to be far more arduous then she could ever have imagined. Food was quickly running out and even taking a daily bath was becoming too difficult.
http://bitchinblack.deviantart.com/art/BLACK-MAGIC-WOMAN-73954652
Name: Aura Nightingale
Place of birth: Haven
Height: 5'3
Hair: Black
Weapon: Remington shotgun
The bus was impaled or split in half by a road wall one wheel on the road the other high in the air spinning. Aura got out of the car grabbing her Remington her bird Oracle on her shoulder as she approached the accident. The bus had jackknifed blocking the road in a narrow pass made only narrower by boulders. There were no dead just long streaks of red slowly fading in the high heat of the noon day sun. Vultures had gathered to pick over the few ounces of gore missed by the scavengers. A vulture was hard to catch but when you were almost out of supplies a buzzard could be good eating.
http://www.dreadgazebo.com/gunporn/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/ironridge870s.jpg
Pushing open the door the over powering smell of blood and gunpowder assaults her nose. The incised of the windows are covered with black paper too keep out the harsh rays of the son. The seats are packed with wither boxes or barrels must be the supplies for a convoy shooting for new Venice on the coast. Most of the travel light not even bringing along extra clothing or guns just food water and trade to pay for passage to new Eden. A gun shot he body reacts falling to the floor, whoever is out there is not friendly. “Go Oracle and tell me who we have for a guest” she commands the bird releasing her raven out a broken window.
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