Stories tagged “wasteland”

  • The Dig

    Attempting to unearth her latest find, the Doctor felt a twinge in her back, and stood up to stretch. Despite her youth, the excavation was taking its toll on her body. The aches from yesterday’s work were still with her, building up with each pa...

    • Author: Reiko516
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Lone Wanderer

    Day 74 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 50. Time 6:23 PM. Temperature 32 degrees Fahrenheit. I awoke to a kind fellow today, who took me in late last night. As I recall I had a gash on my thigh, he stitched it while I asleep. Or, erm, passed o...

  • Barren Wasteland

    “It’s a barren wasteland,” he said, looking to his wife. She took his hand in hers, concern entering her face for the first time. “Sweetie,” she said, “it will be fine.” But her voice wavered at just the wrong ...

  • Human Factor

    Reve sipped his coffee, quietly scanning the darkness ahead, as the engine carried on across barren wasteland. Just over 200kph and humming right along without a feature in sight. It was flat nothingness after more nothingness, and Reve calculated that...

  • Mechanical Failure

    “Yep,” the Mechanic said, alone in the desert, “well there’s our problem, right there. Fuel leak. She bled out.” The carcass of the cargo ship had been baking in the wasteland sun for nearly three years. Its once vibrant p...

  • Bring Me Your Weary

    He’d been riding for days. How long didn’t really matter… After his escape from the last batch of gangs roaming the wastes he just wanted to find a place to bed down and call his own. Accompanied only by the voice of his iron steed as...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Inevitable...pt.1

    His only thoughts were of home. He’d been gone 5 months, 3 weeks, 2 days. There was no way of knowing the time anymore. They were all distant memories. The plague, the panic, the lies, basically worst parts of the Bible come to life. If God wa...

  • Wandering

    Despite everything that had gone wrong, everyone who had died, everything that had been lost, the human spirit lives on. People adapt. That was his job now, to adapt. To keep these people alive. The few tools he had acquired in the last months had don...

  • The Map Maker

    He circled around them, his MULE closely behind. He had put away his standard rifle. Carried his Barret. The situation now called for extreme measures. Observe and act. It wasn’t exactly part of the job, but it would done. Carlos had been a banke...

  • The End of the Beginning

    Well, that was that. It was over. You prepare yourself for these things –like the first astronauts shot to Mars, ready to spend 3 months in each one confined space with no breaks– but its never quite as easy as you’d think. I unlatched the s...

  • EotB: Last Man Sitting

    At this point I considered breakfast. You’d be surprised how quickly SPAM loses its novelty. After 3 months of the stuff, I was more inclined to build a fort out of the remaining cans (87) than open one and brave the pink horrors within. But I still ...

  • EotB: Wayfarer

    I had a lazy morning. I ate my first bag of Doritos (29 left) and watched Friends. I really can’t stand that Ross guy. Eventually I figured I didn’t have any excuse for not stretching my legs, so I got dressed: big old duster coat for pretending to...

  • EotB: Alone in the Aftermath

    To call it ‘afternoon’ would have implied the sun was visible below its zenith. I preferred to think of it as ‘slightly dimmer day’ – given that the light was a horrible, diffused gray, streaming through the omnipresent ash. The sun was AWOL ...

  • EotB: Cleanup in Aisle Five

    This hadn’t been an especially bad place. Sure, certain parts of it needed a good bulldozing, or maybe a casually thrown molotov, but on the whole, it didn’t deserve the whole nuclear annihilation thing. It had two-bedroom homes with aluminum sidi...

  • EotB: Alone in the Interim

    Being the kind of person who would willingly convert a perfectly normal backyard (patio, wading pool and a crappy shanty I had once hoped to turn into a sexy sauna) into a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, I had read a few speculative fictions. Most of th...

  • EotB - The last Bacon-Ranch

    I was puzzled as to its origins. I couldn’t decide whether it had been a normal piggy, somehow protected from the bombs but eventually mutated, or – and this is where skepticism and science-fiction appear – if it had beenin the grocery’s i...

  • Supplies...and the girl...part 1

    A few days later after the ‘heart beat’ incident, everyone was scared. It wasn’t just the plague. The wild animals who were now more vicious than ever. They were being hunted. It was dawn when they ran into him. “Need some help,...

  • Inside Out

    The spinning drum of the washing machine has replaced the revolving washing line. Nine months ago it would have been art. But there was no intention on my part, no creative direction. That’s just where it landed. “A happy accident.” W...