Our story begins in upstate New York. It's a cold winter night but it's currently March. The belief in global warming turned out to have an adverse effect on the northern hemisphere.
It caused the seasons to rotate one into another. Spring is now winter, summer is spring, autumn is summer, and winter is fall.
The year is only 2042 but after the u.s.a's political election in 2016, the world went into a huge electronic wipeout. Many choose to tell the tale entirely different, but no one alive can clearly remember one actually caused the blackout. With no electronics to backup their claims of what really happened, most believe whatever has been told to them.
We now focus on a small two story home. The are was originally labeled Rockland county. The house has a ranch with a two tone look. The bottom half of the ranch has a natural concrete look, but although the colors have begun to fade, the shudders and tile roof were painted a hunter green. It seems most furniture and assets of the property were crafted from concrete. A small flame can be see on the left side of the houses overgrown yard.
"Hey, Theo. Open up anotha bottle of that moonshine. It's gonna get even colder tonight." We hear a soft voice from a small blonde male with glasses. His physique doesn't seem to lend him any strength but it doesn't show weakness either.
"Aight, let me grab myself another one. You know, I get it. we hide the shine from scavengers, but under the concrete table is excessive." with a grunt and a heave, a towering figure lifts the table off the ground unveiling a treasure hole.
*THUD*
"MOTHER FUCKER" the loud stuck like animal scream rings through the air.
"OY! Theo, you don't put the table on yer foot!" And with a slap on the knee, a round red faced man bursts into loud bellowing laughter.
Our glasses wearing friend joins in the laughter, before going to help the stuck Theo.
"Screw you Deanatta, you damn Irish bastard." Theo says while sitting on his lawn chair to elevate his bruised foot.
" Hey wait a minute. Marco laughed at ye too!" Deanatta says while he pops a bottle of moonshine from the hole and passes it to Theo.
" Yeah, but I did help him... Although he did scream like a girl."
And with a pout on Theo's face the group joined in laughter.
"What about screaming like a girl?"
And in moments notice. The whole group of men stand silent.
You could hear the grass bending to the wind passing by.
"Amatta, what I meant to say was, that Theo..."
"Shut up Marco, just pass me the moonshine" and with a little huff, Amatta sits in the middle chair of the groups crescent moon layout.
As Amatta sits, she crosses her legs. As she moves, you can see her whole physique and why the men of her company admire her. Her body is both athletic and strong, as it should be for a woman who survives in the wild. However her physique only accentuates her natural beauty. Her olive skin, dark hair, onyx eyes, and natural smirk lend her appearance to be both cunning and endearing.
The carbon fiber outfit she wears to survive the elements also hangs tight on the skin. Which she catches Theo staring at...for the third time that day.
"Theo, If any cameras survived I'd let you take a picture." And with dramatic wink and a giggle, Amatta has the whole group laughing and feeling comfortable again.
"Oy Boss, what's the next plan for the team?" Deanatta says with a loud slurp from his moonshine jug. Immediately burping there after.
"First tell me what that squealing scream was about." Amatta says while her face turns serious yet again.
"I dropped the treasure table on my dam foot when I was moving it. Sorry boss. Im gonna smash that dam thing someday." Theo says while clenching his fist and staring at his swollen foot.
"Hah! you're an oaf, I thought one of you was being attacked...Oh by the way Theo, that's one of the last pieces of pre HubelBus concrete, it's practically a piece of history."
"Ay, boss, what is HubelBus concrete?" Says Deanatta with an inncoent look.
In unison, Theo and Marco sigh "Here comes the history lesson.."
As Amatta shoots them both a glance, "HubelBus concrete...well it's the most valuable thing you can find nowadays...".
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The Quest In 2042
FantasyIt's the year 2042. Due to the electronic wipeout over 25 years ago, people have banned together to survive on no electricity. Follow the quirky band of our 3 heros who are going on a quest. One you've never heard till now.
