Apocalypse Abound

A heated, bitter cloud of dust stampeded across the desolate wasteland. The lifeless and dreary sheets of sand lay untouched for years, as the once unsullied bodies, which had long since withered to ash, lay in small pathetic piles of bone and waste. All the life had been leeched from this abandoned land of prejudice and malicious intent. The nauseous and unsettling silence was torn by the cracking gunfire of a bolt action rifle. A pair of tired and dirt stained hands tugged on a pair of old and dusty goggles, pulling them on top of the girls head! She smiled, cracking a stupid laugh, and said, "Nice shot, You hawk-eyed freak." The so called hawk-eyed freak shot a look of venomous intent towards her, but giggled at the same time. He didn't like being hard on Eryn, and he treasured his friend greatly. "Say... What happened to Joss?" He said, placing his rifle at his side, sliding back on the smooth, muddy red rock. Eryn sighed, turning around and glancing off of the formation of unscathed rock, staring into the baron wasteland. "My guess is that he's at the dam." She wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Shit, another nose bleed. The radiation here's getting a little too powerful. I think we shou-" She coughed and spat out a trace of blood, and looked down at the tiny drip on the rocky surface. Just as she wandered her eyes away from the horizon, a loud, pounding screech echoed over the mountainous formation. "Eryn." The hawk-eyed boy quickly exclaimed. She fell silent.

"Run."