76

It started with a boom. The Virginia landscapes were perfect, the leaves were all red and orange, the grass was green, the trees tall and healthy. That was the past, only just memories of the old world. That world had everything I could ever want; the people, the mountains, clean air, blue skies, that was all gone. Now the landscapes looked as if it wanted to be tough, to only fight others. The air was toxic and the water in the old fresh river was full of radiation. The people who survived, well, they weren't people anymore. We call them the Scorched, or the Super Mutants, the ones too far gone. All the butterflies, the crickets, ladybugs, stray moles; they were all changed into vicious monsters. They were full of radiation and acted like zombies. They attacked any survivors that they saw. Nothing was perfect anymore. But was it ever perfect in the first place?