Maniac_ski
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Prologue of a world gone to shit
It are almost 100 years ago since the world went crazy. Nuclear warfare left the US in chaos. The plague in Europa wiped out millions. None knew how it went for other nations as all communications died. The few cities that was left intact was havens for gangs and survivors. Even more struggled out in the wastelands. Farmers that was sitting ducks for roadrats or the elements of nature. The nuclear waste had also some effect on nature. The offspring of some animals had gone through mutations that made them extremely dangerous. Even one bite from a mutated creature was lethal. This is the world we created for ourselves. The world we are now forced to live in.
Somewhere in America
It was almost midnight when Keane drove into the camp. It was the last thing he wanted to do but his mustang was driving on the fumes. The camp looked just like the one he had left a few days ago. They all were the same. They were just havens for roadrats and murderers. It was a place for scum and god help those who weren't.
Keane bargained for some gas with a few of his water cleaning pills. They had plenty gas and he had plenty of pills. It was a good bargain. He stood and watched the man that was built like a bear fill up his tank. He knew that if he wasn't careful the man would just fill the tank with water and Keane would have no choice to accept the bad deal. In this world no one trusted eachother.
Keane sat down with his back against his car and took a bite of the dried meat he had taken from his pouch. His thoughts was in the past. The happy carefree past. The past he had only heard stories of. Stories that was hard to believe. Stories only fools believed to have existed. He looked up as a thin man approached him.
"Are you the man they call Keane?" The thin man asked a little fearful.
Keane eyed him carefully. He seemed to be in his early twenties if even that.
"My name is Morgan and i need your help." The man said. He nodded backwards to two other peaple. One young woman in her mid twenties and a man that seemed to be near the fourties.
"That are Niki and Craig. We need your help to survive on the road." He smiled a little. "Your reputation say you are the man to help us. When we are safe you can have all the gazoline you wan't and food and water."
Keane stood up finishing his meal as he looked the young man in his eyes. Morgan seemed uncertain and Keane felt a sadness that peaple like him usually did not survive the times of strife.
He wiped the dust of his clothes and just nodded. "Are there only three of you." He asked as he knew that he would help them.
Prologue of a world gone to shit
It are almost 100 years ago since the world went crazy. Nuclear warfare left the US in chaos. The plague in Europa wiped out millions. None knew how it went for other nations as all communications died. The few cities that was left intact was havens for gangs and survivors. Even more struggled out in the wastelands. Farmers that was sitting ducks for roadrats or the elements of nature. The nuclear waste had also some effect on nature. The offspring of some animals had gone through mutations that made them extremely dangerous. Even one bite from a mutated creature was lethal. This is the world we created for ourselves. The world we are now forced to live in.
Somewhere in America
It was almost midnight when Keane drove into the camp. It was the last thing he wanted to do but his mustang was driving on the fumes. The camp looked just like the one he had left a few days ago. They all were the same. They were just havens for roadrats and murderers. It was a place for scum and god help those who weren't.
Keane bargained for some gas with a few of his water cleaning pills. They had plenty gas and he had plenty of pills. It was a good bargain. He stood and watched the man that was built like a bear fill up his tank. He knew that if he wasn't careful the man would just fill the tank with water and Keane would have no choice to accept the bad deal. In this world no one trusted eachother.
Keane sat down with his back against his car and took a bite of the dried meat he had taken from his pouch. His thoughts was in the past. The happy carefree past. The past he had only heard stories of. Stories that was hard to believe. Stories only fools believed to have existed. He looked up as a thin man approached him.
"Are you the man they call Keane?" The thin man asked a little fearful.
Keane eyed him carefully. He seemed to be in his early twenties if even that.
"My name is Morgan and i need your help." The man said. He nodded backwards to two other peaple. One young woman in her mid twenties and a man that seemed to be near the fourties.
"That are Niki and Craig. We need your help to survive on the road." He smiled a little. "Your reputation say you are the man to help us. When we are safe you can have all the gazoline you wan't and food and water."
Keane stood up finishing his meal as he looked the young man in his eyes. Morgan seemed uncertain and Keane felt a sadness that peaple like him usually did not survive the times of strife.
He wiped the dust of his clothes and just nodded. "Are there only three of you." He asked as he knew that he would help them.
