This thing, its eyes seem to emanate madness, that it is simply a product of instinct. I can almost share its insanity, laying here on this dirty floor, as hungry and thirsty as I am, rolling around with this extra from a bad nightmare. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 12) Crazy Eyes
You would think I have been walking for weeks, but in fact it is only two days, and yet I ache. I know I am hungry, and increasingly thirsty. I came across a murky pond, brownish in colour, it looked stained, as if oil was running into it. I feel almost desperate enough to drink from it, but not quite there yet. I know if I do, I shall either suffer or die. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 11) In search of life, or perhaps just water.
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
As I look out onto the great expanse, I am struck by how bleak it appears. I can see to the shimmering heat in the distance what appears like a broken landscape of desert and vegetation. Beyond this outcrop from where I am stood, this grey rock, it appears to be a steep drop downwards. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 6) It Truly Does Look Like A Wasteland
I did it, I really did it.
It took all my strength to build up to just look at the control panel. The moment I made the decision to go and look, to actually make an effort to go outside, I began to panic. Wondering just what might be out there, but how could I know, I don’t even know who I am, what my name is, anything about why I am here, and given that, of course I would have no idea what to expect. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 5) Entering the Wasteland.
I got attacked. I don’t understand it, I knew cockroaches could get quite large, seen a few in my time, even hissing ones, but these things, they’re as big as a cat. There were five of them, making a terrible clicking noises. At first I thought they wouldn’t bother me, but one of them seemed to notice and the others followed. I got bitten, feels painful. I swiped a piece of metal pipe and smashed out at them, just swinging in a frenzy. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 4) Strange creatures.
I feel confused, my memory is so poor, I can’t focus on the faces in my mind of the people I think I know. I don’t even know who I am myself.
The skittering around is so annoying, I just have to do something about it. It sounds like the cockroaches I used to get in my flat, where at night, head on my pillow I could hear them scratching around. They sound much louder now, making me wonder if there are a lot more of them. Nightmares. Continue reading Fallout Dreams: 3) I need food, I must eat.