There it was again, the radioactive flickering before me. A glitching of the vision, everything shifting and shaking around me. The thick radioactive fog enveloped me, obscuring my vision and casting an eerie pallor over the desolate landscape. Each step forward brought an unsettling blur, as if reality itself was shifting and trembling. But someone had to go there, if the fuckers back at the 'Sore Diamond' outpost won't do it, I will. How long have I been traveling anyway? I remember how I left the outpost and had my father, the general, scold me off when I told him that there are others out there, other people who do not seek violence...or war. A lifetime spent in the ravages of war had left me with a grim understanding of survival. The world outside was a wasteland, a shattered realm where violence reigned supreme, and existence had been distilled to the raw instinct of staying alive, surviving...shit I'm barely surviving this radioactive mist, the smell of blood and rotting lungs is stuck inside of my mask for hours now and I still have one more hour to go. I should have taken the longer and more safer route but it is to late turn turn back. I don't know how long my filters will last the stench of death is still on them since I took them from the dead soldier. He looked so peacefully, hugging the picture of his wife and kids. I hope he found peace when died, a mutant caught him off guard from the looks of it, his arm turn to shreds and his legs broken. I hope to see him in the afterlife to thank him for his filters and rifle. Assuming I would have stayed back home dad and the officers would probably have send me to the Warehouse, or told me to spend the weekend around the sea. Fuck that, I want to spend this July with something exciting and do something good. Hell, he didn't even bother sending guards after me and would never leave the outpost himself. Can't he understand that we need to do this? That we need to find and safe others to survive?There is a light up ahead, across the highway but I'm afraid these guys are up for no good. It could be a trap or someone with a itchy trigger finger just waiting to blow my head off. I wish I could have stayed back at the outpost and fuck with Jim...he sure knew how to fuck up a girl like me and I think I love him, he told me how much he loves me but I never had a chance to tell him. If I survive this I will do it, I will tell him how much I need his warmth and his love. I will tell praise him and his majestic cock all day. And dad...I will tell dad how much I love him and that he was right, it is not worth venturing away so far, there is nothing out there worth seeing and nothing in this world will change that. A rare glimpse of the sun above sent a shiver down my spine. Its feeble rays strained to penetrate the perpetual shroud of radioactive clouds that hung like a suffocating veil, forever concealing the world's former brilliance. The memory of its true splendor existed only in faded photographs and worn-out films, a relic from a forgotten era...I have never seen it in its full glory since the radioactive clouds are always up there blocking it. But I did see some pictures and movies where the sun was shining, took me only a blowjob to get that from the merchant.
Sure I could have traded these movies in with some of the stuff I scavenged but it's so much more fun that way. I have lost all shame and remorse since my mom died and dad became so overly protective, ever since that day I went on and fucked whoever I wanted. That little fucker over there would probably like to get a bite of my ass too, just look at this mutated piece of shit, I bet I can shoot his eyes out from here. The mutated creatures lurking in the shadows had grown grotesque and menacing over the years. Once harmless rats had transformed into hulking monstrosities, their bodies twisted and misshapen, hungering for the taste of human flesh. Their bloodshot eyes glinted with a feral hunger, a chilling reminder of the twisted evolution that had taken place in this desolate aftermath. It's only one...weird, fuckers are known to run in packs.
It's been a while since I had some good food or a cock inside of me. I might have to eat that rat with my last MRE package to at least stay hydrated. Each cough wracked my body, bringing forth a disturbing mix of blood and phlegm from my tortured lungs. The relentless exposure to the radioactive mist had taken its toll, leaving me vulnerable to a relentless infection that gnawed at my weakened body. The air itself felt heavy with toxicity, a constant reminder of the perilous environment I navigated. Still, I wonder how those scavengers can roam around this city for so long? This is the first time I was able to take off my mask now since I left the outpost, time seemes to blur into an endless haze, stretching into an excruciating 26 hours without respite or sustenance. The desolation of the city matched the emptiness gnawing at my gut, with every passing hour deepening the sense of isolation and loneliness. The echoes of my own footsteps reverberated through the decaying buildings, a haunting reminder of the absence of life. I don't know how many fucked up creatures I've taken down today...or yesterday? Can't remember with a empty stomach and this rat tastes like shit but at least I can get some sleep here in this camp and regain some of my energy. These people, the ones that called us through the radio must be waiting outside the gates of the city.
Yeah, sleeping went as I expected, with a load of spiders crawling over my body and in pitch black darkness. My nightvision googles help to see a few feet infront of me so I need to be careful when I sneak out of this building. Better to run through the night with at least some of the mutants sleeping to get to the other side, which should not be that hard since I only have to walk straight-on down the highway. Going to sleep I had this urge to get rid of some steam and took one of these porn magazines I found. Needles to say that I had some fun with my imagination and my body...what I would do for a fat cock right now.
Walking along the dilapidated overpass highway, a chilling panorama of devastation stretched out before me. The twisted wreckage of vehicles formed a macabre tapestry, a solemn testament to the chaos that unfolded when the bombs fell. The skeletal remains of those who sought escape lay frozen in time, a grim reminder of the desperate struggle for survival. So many people tried to flee the city when the bombs fell and got stuck in this car and corps massgrave. Those damn birds are always giving me heartattack when they fly off as I walk past them but they are also a great primitive alert system in case something is up ahead. Still, my eyes are tired and my lungs still hurt since I got out of the radioactive mist so I might have to throw in some pills. I was hoping to use them on my way back but I'll be dead by then. Some of these cars must have belonged to some really rich people and I wonder how it must have been to be a famous actor back then, fucking and eating as you please and only caring about how you can become even more famous. Dad has told me how the city had been celebrating actors during summer days and everyone wanted to get pictures of them in bikinis or catch them naked somewhere, screwing some fans. I wonder, would I be a fan getting screwed or an actor if I lived during that time...
Another blue car, another red car and another black car. All this walking is wearing me out and for the most part mentally, I'm so bored and theres nothing to look at or shoot at. The gates are up ahead and it seems like there are no bandits around....
Fortune granted me a temporary reprieve from bandits, but a horde of mutated rats ambushed me without warning. Their gnarled forms emerged from every hidden crevice, their eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. I scrambled backward, adrenaline coursing through my veins, as I fought to stave off the relentless onslaught. Their relentless pursuit transformed the once hope-filled journey into a desperate battle for survival. I ran back as soon as I got close to the gates and saw them jumping up from behind every corner. I swear there better be a hot guy amongst these survivors.
Been taking them down as I ran back down the overpass, there are still a few of them left but I should be able to take them out quietly one by one.
Rats still taste disgusting but at least I found a shit ton of wine and beer. I have found some signs of others, apparently a group has been here and left there stuff behind. An air of uncertainty gripped my thoughts as I surveyed the deserted camp. The remnants of human presence raised questions, their abandoned belongings hinting at a group that had once sought refuge within these desolate walls. Were these the same people who had called for help, or had fate played a cruel trick on my desperate search for survivors?
When I cautiously approached the gates, a makeshift camp materialized before my eyes. The remnants of a once bustling community lay scattered in disarray, their possessions abandoned and forgotten. Tattered tents flapped in the wind, their fabric worn and weathered by time and neglect. The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant howls of mutated creatures echoing through the desolate streets, that must be them. I would have never thought that I'm ever going to leave this city but here I am, ready to safe people like a good soldier, I hope mom would be proud...
Some of the blurred vision keeps coming back since I went past the gates, taking out those mutated rats was by far easier than expected, a molotov cocktail made of one of these wines did the trick but now I feel a little uneasy, I might have breathed in to much of that smoke. It feels like the sun is becoming more hotter than before and I could swear I saw a bunch of guys following me, not just bandits, well armed soldiers from another outpost maybe, I need to hurry and find those survivors.
For fuck sake the camp was completely ransacked by mutants and bandits, possibly weeks ago. I found the radio they had send there signal from, it was sending the message after they got attacked and those fucking creepy guys are coming right at me, Panic surged through my veins as I sought refuge from the encroaching danger. Each rattling cough tore through my ravaged lungs, a reminder of my decaying body. The oppressive weight of impending doom pressed upon me, my skin showing signs of the radiation's cruel grip. Time slipped away, leaving me stranded in this forsaken place, unsure if salvation would ever find its way to my shattered existence, the last pills to fight the radiation did not help me...I think I will die here, so far away from home. The weight of regret settled upon my heart as I yearned for the presence of my dad. His cautionary words echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of the choices that led me to this desolate place. In the face of imminent demise, my thoughts turned to the warmth of home, the safety I had forsaken in search of an ill-fated adventure. Amidst the despair, a bittersweet solace emerged as the hallucination of my mother materialized before me, offering a fleeting respite from the desolation At least something good came from all this, I got to see my mom again, I know it is just a hallucination but it's so nice to see her again...
Regaining consciousness, I found myself trapped in a grim mass grave, a pit of despair that mirrored the depths of my own foolishness. The taste of regret lingered on my tongue as I contemplated the choices that led me to this grisly fate. How could my noble intentions of saving others have backfired so catastrophically, leading me to this wretched demise? Everything I've done to save people has lead to my own downfall, I don't think I will see my dad ever again, or Jim, or any of my friends.
Summoning the last vestiges of strength within me, I clawed my way out of the macabre pit, dirt and decay clinging to my weakened frame. The urgency of the impending attack fueled my determination to warn the outpost, to protect the home and the loved ones I might never see again. Each agonizing crawl forward was a testament to the indomitable will to survive, even in the face of overwhelming odds, they plan to attack the outpost, my home. They said they will go there and eat there bellies full, fucking psycho cannibals, I will make sure everyone knows that you're coming, just you wait until I get out of here.
Emerging from the darkness, I mustered the last bit of strength to reach for the radio, a flickering beacon of hope in a desolate world. The radiation's cruel embrace tightened its grip on my frail body, sapping the life from my veins. Each attempt to make contact ended in silence, a haunting reminder of the loneliness and despair that awaited me. As the sun broke free from the clouds, casting its final rays of warmth upon my withered form, I accepted the inevitability of my impending demise. The clouds slowly disappear and reveal the sun, I can't believe that I'm able to see the sun for the first time in my life...to bad that I will die here today, my body is weak and tired...In the face of my own mortality, my thoughts turned to those I held dear. I implored the universe to grant my father and the others the strength to withstand the impending onslaught, to emerge victorious against the savage horde. With trembling hands, I penned my final words in the diary, a testament to my unwavering resolve and unwavering hope. If fate allowed my words to be discovered, I beseeched the finder to deliver my message, to assure my father that I fought with every ounce of my being, that my sacrifice was not in vain...if my diary will ever be found by anyone, please show it to him, tell him I did my best.
Regret washed over me like a torrential wave, drowning my thoughts in self-condemnation. I vowed never to repeat the same mistakes, haunted by the harrowing ordeal that had left me teetering on the edge of survival. As I sank into the cold embrace of the mud, my gaze fixed upon the vanishing clouds above. A haunting stillness settled around me, shattered by the unsettling whispers that slithered through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. The tranquility I sought was replaced by an unsettling sense of foreboding. I wanted to kill at least one of these assholes.
Hiding behind crates and crawling all over the place I managed to get past them all, eventually even managed to take one of them down, I wasn't able to kill him, but at least he was knocked out. I pumped myself with all the adrenalin I could find on these guys medipacks and took them out one by fucking one. In the midst of my relentless assault, a sudden blow struck me across the face with punishing force. Stunned, I locked eyes with the one person I never expected to encounter amidst the chaos — my own father. The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave, shattering the illusion that he had abandoned me. The revelation that he had been searching for me all along pierced my heart, mingling with the anguish of unspoken words and shattered hopes, all this time I thought he would not care about me, but he went out to find me as soon as he heard the news of me running away. Fuck me, I wanted to tell Jim about my feelings but this fucker married some bitch from the bar.
This got to be the worst fucking summer I ever endured. The summer that unfolded before me became an unrelenting nightmare, the epitome of suffering and despair. I yearned for an escape, a release from the torment that had become my existence. The weight of disillusionment settled upon my weary soul, whispering the bitter wish for an end to the relentless agony that plagued our fractured world.
I wish they would drop more bombs on this fucked up world.
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