Many a raider, and remaining suffering pitiful power, had only two fears after the great war. Death, and the Alps. The Alps, were not scary due to how hostile they were, oh no no no. They harbored something far worse. The Swiss. They were one of the best armed, most populated, and best prepared nations post-war. An excess of cold war gear, and modern gear, millions of people, and enough food to ensure no man stays hungry for too long. In their fortress in the Alps. One may argue that cold war gear isn't that good, that man is moron. For the simple fact they have shit like cold war aircraft, an excess of weapons, and plenty of ammo, is scary enough considering the age. All simply pray, that the swiss don't leave the alps, and simply pray, they never have to enter the alps.
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Fear the Cross
Short StoryUh, to sum it up. Short story about a theoretical post-apocalypse. Important to note, there is not a main character.