I thought it was a person calling to me, but it wasn’t, it is some kind of warped, transformed thing. It is double my size in height, appears all muscle, and its arms stretch out so long, but at the end, talons, claws, and if they slash at me, I’m instantly dead! Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 10) Insane Creatures
The way they call out, the things they say. They are complete strangers to me, and yet they seem to profess such an extreme hate towards me, that somehow I am sufficiently different to them and they to me, that they can see me as an outcast. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 9) Will the killing ever stop?
I slept heavily. I hadn’t intended to do so, or spend so long in one place. I keep berating myself for allowing it, because it is relatively open, though still out of the way, and anyone could have sneaked up on me, stolen what little possessions I have acquired, and even perhaps killed me. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 8) Dreams and Nightmares
I have no means to fight back, other than an empty pistol and a metal pipe. I’m hiding behind some rubble, a piece of fallen building and debris, around the corner from where the shots are coming from. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 7) Gunfire and Predators
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