City Of Ruins - Chapter Two
The Human race is known to be endangered and the world has turned to ruins. Can anyone restore humanity in the world?
The Group-
The trucks wheels hammered against the bumpy road. Continuing further and further until they finally meet their destination. They travel all the time this lot, you have to travel in the Wasteland unless your part of a town or community, but even then if you don't have food and water under control you must try to find scraps of food people left behind or do trading with trading caravans.
This party was quite different compared to others, although you wouldn't find many people willing to walk across the Wasteland every day.
The leader is a woman named Shari. An average woman with the age of 29, believe it or not but that's a hard age to get to when you're a traveler. She cut off all her tanned hair when it got in the way too much of her doing her job and now it doesn't go down past he shoulders.
Right now she is at the front of the truck with the driver, Cooper.
Another average guy that's close to the same age as Shari.
Just as we were talking she spotted from the distance a gas station. Gas stations are always a great place to stop and find food and set up camp. You can rest inside with the doors locked and if there is any fuel left, can refill you truck, car or motorbike. Right now though those things are considered rare to find and most people have to walk everywhere in the Wasteland.
"Right up there!" Shari pointed out the tiny station for her friend to see. "We can stop and camp there for the night!" Cooper nodded and handed the radio to Shari, who pressed the button and informed the rest of the party behind them where they were going to stop.
"Roger that Shari" All the vehicles pulled into the parking lot of the gas station and hit off their engines. The first out of the car were Shari and Cooper, who headed behind them to see the rest of the group jumping out of their automobiles. The three people behind them and the one Black Lab with lots of spirit began to walk up to meet them in the middle.
"Come here Luck" The dog ran up to the master that called his name. He earned that name by being found by Cooper not long ago. He was seen fighting off some mutants about four times his size and was saved by Coop with one simple shot to the head. So you could say he earned his name by being one of the lucky dogs to survive in the Waste, without turning feral with rabies.
"Bullet, were staying here for the night, go set up the mines" Shari was the leader of the group so everyone did as she said, including Bullet. Dogs aren't the only ones to earn their names, most humans do too when they are born. Bullet earned his name by being an excellent sniper; he was the best sniper ever to reach his unit in the marines. But when he quit and went to a town called Middletown, all he ever did for fun was go on the roof at the night shift and watch the roads. So when Shari, Cooper and Patch came by he couldn't pass up the opportunity to travel with them.
Bullet nodded to Shari. He went to the old rusty car behind the truck and got out a bag that was filled with disarmed landmines and bear traps. Rule number 7 of surviving in the wasteland, always set up traps around the area your camping in. That way if mutants or wild animals or crazy humans or any other thing out there in the Wastes tries to attack you, they won't be able to get to you.
"Patch!" The young doctor looked toward Shari. "Go inside and set up shop, and make sure you look out for any Giant Rats!" The doctor laughed and saluted the leader with a cheeky grin. She then went up to the gas station front entrance and opened the door. She drew out her small pistol and walked inside to see the place dark and empty. She switched on the switch next to her and heard some scratching coming from the backroom. She opened the backroom door and two huge rats jumped out and onto her face.
She screamed and shot blinded and hit one of the rats which fell to the floor, dead. The other rat was now on her face and scratching away at her eyes. A gun went off and the second rat was on the floor next to the first.
When Patch looked to the side she saw Butch standing by the door with his shotgun in hand. Butch would have to be the toughest member of the gang. He doesn't think twice when he is about to kill something, and if he doesn't have a gun or knife on him, which he always does, he would use his bare hands. He was the last to join and they met him out in the waste scavenging for food. They offered him to come along and eventually he accepted. He earned his name by being the butchest and toughest member.
"You're welcome" He mumbled under his cigar. Patch sat up and peered at him. "I could have handled it you know". Butch laughed out loud. "Face it Doc, you're as lousy with a gun as I am with a scalpel." He picked up her little one on the floor and turned it around through his fingers. "Even a wimpy little pistol like this."
Patch couldn't argue, she is a doctor and doctors fix people, not hurt them. So she doesn't use guns and other weapons unless she absolutely has too, she didn't get much training for it. You probably guess where she earned her name. She patches people up all the time from bullet wounds, scratches from wild animals, stab wounds and all different kinds. She has been all over the wasteland and been travailing with this group ever since her and Shari decided to hit the road when they were still just young kids.
While Butch and Patch were inside setting up shop, Shari was looking through the food they had left. Only a few cans of tuna that would only last them one night. The tuna would have to be very old as Tuna the fish has gone extinct. In fact you would be lucky to ever see a fish these days; most people don't even know what a fish is. But when you're a traveler in the Wasteland you don't really care how old food is, as long as its eatable.
Coop was looking over her shoulder at the remaining scraps they had left. "What are we gonna do?" Shari jumped and turned to him with a frown, she lost count of how many times she had told him not to sneak up on people with a loaded gun in their pocket. "A Merchant once told me there was a town up near these parts; we'll try there in the morning and see if they want to trade." Coop was fairly happy with the idea, any town that had a Saloon open for business had a Cooper.
Bullet was still placing the landmines all around the gas station. You need to be very careful while placing a landmine; you could get your foot blown off or worse. Like I said before, Bullet use to be in the Marine core, so he knows most about traps and how to set them up and hide them just in the right spot so no one notices where they are.
Shari always got him to do the mines; in fact everyone had a specific spot in the group that's important.
Shari is the leader; she makes the group feel safe, knows where to go and handles most food supply
Bullet is the sniper; He usually is up on the roof making a snipers nest where ever they are staying and sometimes takes shifts with Butch who also knows his way around a gun.
Patch is the Doc; whenever one of them gets sick or wounded, Patch is always the right one to go to. She is also experimenting with different types of medicines and food.
Butch is the muscle; he can handle pretty much anything anyone throws at him, which is always handy to have around. He also never really sleeps and is up all-night keeping watching even though the traps around the area would wake everyone up.
Luck is the guard; he can smell anything a mile away and always barks when something's not right. He can also tell if the food they're about to eat is radiated as well as the water. He is always lucky to have around.
Cooper is the only real one without a specific job to do. He helps out with this and that, doing jobs and making his contribution to the team in lots of different ways. Sometimes he helps Patch with medicine, sometimes Bullet and Butch with sniping and keeping watch and sometimes Shari with deciding what their next move is going to be.
Night came by pretty fast for this group. One minute it is bright daylight and the next it's as dark as your eyelids. Rule number 23 of surviving in the Wasteland, never travel anywhere at night. As soon as the sun says goodbye to your little corner of the Earth you must get inside and stay there. Most of the terrible creatures come out at night. Including the Night Stalkers, which is alone a good reason not to go anywhere at night.
So when night came for this group, they all got inside the gas station and bolted the door shut. The only people outside where Bullet and Butch. Butch on the ground keeping watch for anything strange, dark and heading this way, while Bullet was doing the exactly the same thing in his snipers nest on the roof.
Coop was sharing a can of tuna with Luck while Patch and Shari were looking at some of the medicines Patch had made up that they could trade for food and other goods when they get to the town nearby. There aren't many towns in the Wasteland and most of those towns aren't lucky enough to have a doctor and those who do have doctors aren't lucky enough to have any medicine to treat people with. So it's always good to trade medicine and equipment for food and water and also Patch sometimes pitches in and helps the people of the town, for a fee of course. It's not uncommon that people around the Wasteland don't do anything for free, money is very important now days.
When Shari spotted Coop sharing the one tuna can with a dog, she gagged. "You are disgusting, Cooper". He looked up with his mouth full with stinky fish. "What? I'm saving tuna cans". "Could you save the cans in a less disgusting way?" Patch asked, not taking her eyes off her work. Coop put down the can and gave the rest to Luck, who happily scoffed it down his throat. "I'm full anyway." Both Patch and Shari shared a frown.
This is pretty much the life of the Wasteland when you're a traveler. Sure it's sometimes better to stay in one place for the rest of your life. It sure of hell would be safer, but not all towns let people live there. Usually you have to rent a room at a hotel that isn't quite ruined yet. Some towns don't even let people in, only merchants and traders.
When I say towns I mean about 4 maybe 5 major towns in the Wasteland area that are known. There might be more than that but you can hardly call a few broken houses and buildings with 3 residents a town.
There was a knock on the glass door of the gas station and all 3 of them looked up to see Butch waving them over. Shari got up and unbolted the door to see what was happening while Coop and Patch stayed where they were. "What is it?" Shari asked, a little worried.
Butch turned his head toward the darkness of the Wasteland. "We got a problem".
The trucks wheels hammered against the bumpy road. Continuing further and further until they finally meet their destination. They travel all the time this lot, you have to travel in the Wasteland unless your part of a town or community, but even then if you don't have food and water under control you must try to find scraps of food people left behind or do trading with trading caravans.
This party was quite different compared to others, although you wouldn't find many people willing to walk across the Wasteland every day.
The leader is a woman named Shari. An average woman with the age of 29, believe it or not but that's a hard age to get to when you're a traveler. She cut off all her tanned hair when it got in the way too much of her doing her job and now it doesn't go down past he shoulders.
Right now she is at the front of the truck with the driver, Cooper.
Another average guy that's close to the same age as Shari.
Just as we were talking she spotted from the distance a gas station. Gas stations are always a great place to stop and find food and set up camp. You can rest inside with the doors locked and if there is any fuel left, can refill you truck, car or motorbike. Right now though those things are considered rare to find and most people have to walk everywhere in the Wasteland.
"Right up there!" Shari pointed out the tiny station for her friend to see. "We can stop and camp there for the night!" Cooper nodded and handed the radio to Shari, who pressed the button and informed the rest of the party behind them where they were going to stop.
"Roger that Shari" All the vehicles pulled into the parking lot of the gas station and hit off their engines. The first out of the car were Shari and Cooper, who headed behind them to see the rest of the group jumping out of their automobiles. The three people behind them and the one Black Lab with lots of spirit began to walk up to meet them in the middle.
"Come here Luck" The dog ran up to the master that called his name. He earned that name by being found by Cooper not long ago. He was seen fighting off some mutants about four times his size and was saved by Coop with one simple shot to the head. So you could say he earned his name by being one of the lucky dogs to survive in the Waste, without turning feral with rabies.
"Bullet, were staying here for the night, go set up the mines" Shari was the leader of the group so everyone did as she said, including Bullet. Dogs aren't the only ones to earn their names, most humans do too when they are born. Bullet earned his name by being an excellent sniper; he was the best sniper ever to reach his unit in the marines. But when he quit and went to a town called Middletown, all he ever did for fun was go on the roof at the night shift and watch the roads. So when Shari, Cooper and Patch came by he couldn't pass up the opportunity to travel with them.
Bullet nodded to Shari. He went to the old rusty car behind the truck and got out a bag that was filled with disarmed landmines and bear traps. Rule number 7 of surviving in the wasteland, always set up traps around the area your camping in. That way if mutants or wild animals or crazy humans or any other thing out there in the Wastes tries to attack you, they won't be able to get to you.
"Patch!" The young doctor looked toward Shari. "Go inside and set up shop, and make sure you look out for any Giant Rats!" The doctor laughed and saluted the leader with a cheeky grin. She then went up to the gas station front entrance and opened the door. She drew out her small pistol and walked inside to see the place dark and empty. She switched on the switch next to her and heard some scratching coming from the backroom. She opened the backroom door and two huge rats jumped out and onto her face.
She screamed and shot blinded and hit one of the rats which fell to the floor, dead. The other rat was now on her face and scratching away at her eyes. A gun went off and the second rat was on the floor next to the first.
When Patch looked to the side she saw Butch standing by the door with his shotgun in hand. Butch would have to be the toughest member of the gang. He doesn't think twice when he is about to kill something, and if he doesn't have a gun or knife on him, which he always does, he would use his bare hands. He was the last to join and they met him out in the waste scavenging for food. They offered him to come along and eventually he accepted. He earned his name by being the butchest and toughest member.
"You're welcome" He mumbled under his cigar. Patch sat up and peered at him. "I could have handled it you know". Butch laughed out loud. "Face it Doc, you're as lousy with a gun as I am with a scalpel." He picked up her little one on the floor and turned it around through his fingers. "Even a wimpy little pistol like this."
Patch couldn't argue, she is a doctor and doctors fix people, not hurt them. So she doesn't use guns and other weapons unless she absolutely has too, she didn't get much training for it. You probably guess where she earned her name. She patches people up all the time from bullet wounds, scratches from wild animals, stab wounds and all different kinds. She has been all over the wasteland and been travailing with this group ever since her and Shari decided to hit the road when they were still just young kids.
While Butch and Patch were inside setting up shop, Shari was looking through the food they had left. Only a few cans of tuna that would only last them one night. The tuna would have to be very old as Tuna the fish has gone extinct. In fact you would be lucky to ever see a fish these days; most people don't even know what a fish is. But when you're a traveler in the Wasteland you don't really care how old food is, as long as its eatable.
Coop was looking over her shoulder at the remaining scraps they had left. "What are we gonna do?" Shari jumped and turned to him with a frown, she lost count of how many times she had told him not to sneak up on people with a loaded gun in their pocket. "A Merchant once told me there was a town up near these parts; we'll try there in the morning and see if they want to trade." Coop was fairly happy with the idea, any town that had a Saloon open for business had a Cooper.
Bullet was still placing the landmines all around the gas station. You need to be very careful while placing a landmine; you could get your foot blown off or worse. Like I said before, Bullet use to be in the Marine core, so he knows most about traps and how to set them up and hide them just in the right spot so no one notices where they are.
Shari always got him to do the mines; in fact everyone had a specific spot in the group that's important.
Shari is the leader; she makes the group feel safe, knows where to go and handles most food supply
Bullet is the sniper; He usually is up on the roof making a snipers nest where ever they are staying and sometimes takes shifts with Butch who also knows his way around a gun.
Patch is the Doc; whenever one of them gets sick or wounded, Patch is always the right one to go to. She is also experimenting with different types of medicines and food.
Butch is the muscle; he can handle pretty much anything anyone throws at him, which is always handy to have around. He also never really sleeps and is up all-night keeping watching even though the traps around the area would wake everyone up.
Luck is the guard; he can smell anything a mile away and always barks when something's not right. He can also tell if the food they're about to eat is radiated as well as the water. He is always lucky to have around.
Cooper is the only real one without a specific job to do. He helps out with this and that, doing jobs and making his contribution to the team in lots of different ways. Sometimes he helps Patch with medicine, sometimes Bullet and Butch with sniping and keeping watch and sometimes Shari with deciding what their next move is going to be.
Night came by pretty fast for this group. One minute it is bright daylight and the next it's as dark as your eyelids. Rule number 23 of surviving in the Wasteland, never travel anywhere at night. As soon as the sun says goodbye to your little corner of the Earth you must get inside and stay there. Most of the terrible creatures come out at night. Including the Night Stalkers, which is alone a good reason not to go anywhere at night.
So when night came for this group, they all got inside the gas station and bolted the door shut. The only people outside where Bullet and Butch. Butch on the ground keeping watch for anything strange, dark and heading this way, while Bullet was doing the exactly the same thing in his snipers nest on the roof.
Coop was sharing a can of tuna with Luck while Patch and Shari were looking at some of the medicines Patch had made up that they could trade for food and other goods when they get to the town nearby. There aren't many towns in the Wasteland and most of those towns aren't lucky enough to have a doctor and those who do have doctors aren't lucky enough to have any medicine to treat people with. So it's always good to trade medicine and equipment for food and water and also Patch sometimes pitches in and helps the people of the town, for a fee of course. It's not uncommon that people around the Wasteland don't do anything for free, money is very important now days.
When Shari spotted Coop sharing the one tuna can with a dog, she gagged. "You are disgusting, Cooper". He looked up with his mouth full with stinky fish. "What? I'm saving tuna cans". "Could you save the cans in a less disgusting way?" Patch asked, not taking her eyes off her work. Coop put down the can and gave the rest to Luck, who happily scoffed it down his throat. "I'm full anyway." Both Patch and Shari shared a frown.
This is pretty much the life of the Wasteland when you're a traveler. Sure it's sometimes better to stay in one place for the rest of your life. It sure of hell would be safer, but not all towns let people live there. Usually you have to rent a room at a hotel that isn't quite ruined yet. Some towns don't even let people in, only merchants and traders.
When I say towns I mean about 4 maybe 5 major towns in the Wasteland area that are known. There might be more than that but you can hardly call a few broken houses and buildings with 3 residents a town.
There was a knock on the glass door of the gas station and all 3 of them looked up to see Butch waving them over. Shari got up and unbolted the door to see what was happening while Coop and Patch stayed where they were. "What is it?" Shari asked, a little worried.
Butch turned his head toward the darkness of the Wasteland. "We got a problem".
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