The distant ponder of the hundred mile road was vast within the eyes of the man and to his beholders, carefully watching across the complex. The broken cities was already filthed in poops of crows, the black birds of death bringers. He saw in his eyes, a forfeit scenery laid waste on death's ground. Grass below had shown its crusts within asphalt tracks, with lamp-posts signifying no life and the obligations of the broken city made vain to some hidden mystery. The man continued forward, his boots wet of blood he crooked in a combination of sweat. He glared to a certain venure a raider band in motion, they held bats wrapped in nails that were covered in skin leather of other men. The raider was at 6 feet, and their skin carved in paint and vesicant cuts of tribal symbolism.
He saw the man and decided to rally up, they sound their mouthful horns and said "BALLY-HO, BALLY-HO, MAN MAN!" He wanders off to west side, now being threatened as prey to his predators who worn in chains of metal. The sounds of their feet grew thuds of intimidation, as they ran across the coasts of the barren urbanscape, accompanied by rocks of anarchistic fire. The man bring up his satchel and stood his machete in motion towards the grip of his hand, the raiders still munching to his trails. In front of him was a gander of humvees in origin of the DRA patrol members. They drift avail and streak a black trail up to the raiders, and they were attacked the same.
The raiders sprayed out uncontrollably as the men withdrew from their humvees and open fired. The man made effect of this encounter and decide to hide and oversee the entire disaster in motion, he walked up to a broken two-story house and made way to the top and climbed onto the rooftop and see them fight like hounds and insects spraying their feet to many archs and ways they knew possible.
The yellow men of the DRA fired about 20 shots with their rifles, and 3 with a shotgun. The raiders scram and ran up to postures and stations to defend themselves from the array of gunpowder spewed from their magical tools. One was down apparently, and their partner vengeanced over as he fling himself up 1 meter high and bat the shotgunmen's head. His scalp torn apart with brain exposed, and blood drooling from the countertop of his forehead down to his ear. The raider scram again as the others fired, a piece of lead landing on his right hand. The sound caught fire of the distant follow-up, an assailant and he pre-emptively maneuvers his movement around the DRA patrol team. He pulled over from his holster, a worn out Boalt 37 Magwell and fired towards the raiders.
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A sewer hatch opened from the south, releasing roaches of raiders of the same paint up to the surface. They hail, "BALLY-HO! THE MAN THE MAN! ANGRY ANGRY!" Their language torn apart from civilization, and they could only speak a few words that may as well reconnects their sense of well-being. Their hair styles were combed to mohawks, and gruesomely attached new hairs made out of worn out aluminum, their hands waved in their craftable weapons and attacked the patrol team. The machinegunner on top of the second humvee open fired, each 2 men dying to its wave of hot bullets. It was chambered in 50. Cal, the black powder simmers with the air as it burn bits of their skin in the foreseeing turmoil. The assailant made way up to the east and carve path up to the north, he sees a man carefully observing the battle with his face covered in a broken gasmask. He fired another, and it hit one of the raiders down to their throats, disembroiling his larynx like a worm coming out of the mud.
A raider walks up to where the man stationed himself, and take up the stairs yelling and yelping all in insanity with the man rolling to the side avoiding the swing of the bat. The man in reply finesses forward and sweave to his feet, blood spurts its way out of the wounded knee and the raider cried in pain. "AAGH NO! NOARR! HATE HATE! HATEE!" The raider exacerbated. The man stood, his eyes widened and stoned to the hurtful man and his iris shrunk to oblivion. His grip tightened and the man walks downstairs with his senses returning, he left the raider up and his blood trickled down from the roof and to the ground below. He made his escapade down to the north side when he was apprehended by a couple of raiders, wife and husband. He pulled his satchel and released his stolen weapon, firing a shot to the husband. His head blown apart by the roar of the man's weapon and throws his machete down to the wife, entrenching itself in drenching blood of her amygdala.
The patrol team sets off and quickly leaves, they had lost enough. The remaining raiders sift over their plans and make their step to the sewage drainages and closed the steel hatch. Their attack at closure. The man was apprehended further by the assailant and they land themselves both a fistful. They stood between two rocks, a dead grass in view as beholder of their mistakes and lost sins. The man presumed the other as one of the few predators, through his poncho and his suit yet the assailant was patient enough to let off his steam.
The two cower, and the men showed the assailant a poster. A man was laying his head downwards. "Do you know this symbol?"
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Prospector.
Cerita PendekA journey of a lone scavenger in the middle of the apocalyptic wastes of Appalachia who stumbles upon a strange steel card with the symbol of a downward man. Joining up with a cowboy-ish assailant, they journey themselves throughout the world in sea...
