The journey to the outskirts was perilous. The city's defenses were designed to keep people in, not out. But Ben and his friends knew the back alleys and underground tunnels well, slipping through the cracks in the system. The further they got from the city, the more the landscape changed, becoming a desolate wasteland where nothing grew except the crops of death at Firearm Farm.
After days of traveling, they reached the edge of the Wastelands, where the earth was blackened and twisted, as if poisoned by the horrors buried beneath it. They camped for the night in a dilapidated shack, their nerves frayed from the journey. Ben couldn't sleep, his mind racing with what lay ahead.
"Ben, are you sure about this?" Maria asked, her voice barely a whisper in the darkness. "What if we're walking into a trap?"
Ben stared out into the night, his hands clenched into fists. "We have to try. It's our only chance."
Maria sighed, but she didn't argue. She knew, as they all did, that there was no other way.
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Firearm Farm
Horror🦴In a dystopian world where guns are grown from human bones, a group of teens risks everything to raid a grotesque farm for weapons.🔫
