Post by Finalius on Oct 10, 2016 22:59:04 GMT
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You expected this to be different. You thought that this would be like an ascension to heaven, with a journey through a tunnel and a glorious bright light at the end. You expected the sunlight to feel warm and pleasant and cleansing. You didn’t expect this.
Not only is the pain of what just happened in the vault still lodged in your chest like a screwdriver, but the light from the sun doesn’t feel nice at all. For one thing,it’s bright, which you were expecting, but it’s too bright, like someone just turned on the lights and you’ve been asleep your whole life. Also, it feels cold. You’ve heard of clouds, but you imagined them as whimsical puffs in a blue sky. The sky seems to be made of one giant, dark cloud. You want to go back to the vault just to get rid of the chill sinking into your bones… but you know there’s nothing to go back to.
Also, you’re literally starving. The last meal you had was four days ago, though at this point you’ve gotten used to the constant pain of hunger. Your nose catches the smell of food and you find yourself stumbling after it in a daze, down an asphalt road that time has turned into a rocky path, away from the tunnel in the hillside.
As you draw closer to the source, a small town in a nearby valley, the smell of food is joined by the smell of human waste. You press on, passing a sign with “Amberton” written on it in stenciled letters.
Amberton is not what you expected a town to look like, either. All through the town, people shuffle about with seemingly nowhere to go. People are living in metal shacks, tents, boxes and under bedsheets held up by sticks. Many of the actual buildings are practically ruins, and uninhabitable. The buildings that are still standing and lived in have bricks and shingles falling off of them and splintered and broken doors. Broken glass litters the sidewalks, along with the blood of those who walked barefoot and were not careful enough to avoid the shards.
Walking down the street, several people give you second looks, eyeing your blue jumpsuit. Nobody, however, eyes you as much as the ladies at the sides of the road. One in particular, barely clad in what appear to be leather straps, motions in a 'come hither' gesture.
“Hey cutie,” she says seductively from chapped lips. “Welcome to the wasteland. Now if you got the caps, I can take you somewhere and welcome you proper.”
“Please,” you gasp. “I need food.”
She scowls and points in the direction of a large tent with smoke coming out of a hole in the top. “If that doesn’t curb your appetite, you know where to find me.”
You walk over to the tent, still feeling her eyes on you.
Inside the tent is a sea of people, with currents going in a dozen different directions. To reach the food, you have to follow wherever the streams take you. Eventually, you find the table where a gentleman with severe acne and more hair coming out of his nose than from his chin is serving kebabs.
He wipes his hands on his apron, which is stained yellow with grease. “Seven caps, pal.”
“I don’t know what caps are,” you confess. You’d be more embarrassed if you weren’t so hungry.
The man raises his eyebrows in confusion and surprise, but then looks down at your jumpsuit. “Bottle caps. You know, from sodas and shit.”
You explain to him that you don’t have any bottle caps.
“Well I ain’t about to give you food for nothing. Get outta here, you're wasting my time.”