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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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.
The air is so dank I find it hard to breathe. I can hear some kind of skittering sounds around me, hidden but enough so that it makes my skin crawl.
All I am wearing are shorts and a vest, and I feel as if I have slept a thousand years. There isn’t much light, but what there is I can see lots of cubicles, mostly empty, but a few with broken glass, like the one I seem to have lived in.
Was I born here? I don’t even know my name, if I even have one.