Gunfire rang out over head, causing the reporter, to fold up at the man’s biker boots.
“Why you so jumpy? You either gonna die or not.” Said the tattoo covered survivor.
The journalist wobbled on borrowed legs as he followed the long haired derelict up the narrow path.
“So when the Glaxospheron reigned down on the planet almost everyone was killed right?”
“Yeah every one accept, those lucky enough to be high on heavy narcotics, or shielded behind mountains of paper. "
PATRACKKOWWW Was the noise the bomb made as it forced the men to the dirt.
The long haired inked up interviewie, pulled his Misfits tshirt back on and got to his feet, “We are almost there.”
At the top of the hill the reporter was caught off gaurd at the ruins. “This is how you survived? I thought you were one of the……”
The rock star looking librarian, pointed to the book mobile and said, “That is the last thing you expected to find in a swimming pool.”