Yep, another one of these nuclear-inspired stories. I'm in the mood for this kinda topic. Hope you like this story.
Ruins of Kiev, Former Ukraine, Soviet Confederation.
November 12, 2081.
Yekaterina was wandering through the ruins of the former city . She wore a gas mask, a winter hat and an old raincoat with black bloats. On her hands, there were somewhat old plastic gloves. She wore these items to protect her from the ionizing radiation that had settled into the former city. Besides the clothing she was wearing, she had also brought a knife, which she would use for protection and a Geiger counter.
Many were wary of coming to the former city, Yekaterina was as well. Yet valuables lie in abandoned war zones, valuables , such as supplies and hard to come by metals. Though she had to be wary of many foes, foes that included mutated beasts, robotic menaces and genetically modified monsters. It certainly wasn't a job for the weak-minded.
Yekaterina wandered throughout each and every damaged building until one had caught her attention. It had large hole in it, which meant that something had fallen into it, maybe an airplane or a bomb of some sort. She slowly entered the building, in search of whatever valuables might've been left in there before she stumbled upon something that maybe her gasp slightly, or to be more precise, someone.
It was a soldier... A Japanese soldier. What was he doing here? She knew that this place had been blasted with a rather small bomb form Japanese and American forces . Yet, why would they leave one of their own? Was he wounded or dead? As Yekaterina approached the man who suddenly groaned, he was alive. Yet after she had approached the man, she had gotten a better view of her more noticeable features.
This unusual man's hair was black and rather straight, his uniform was that of the Japanese Air Force, a white coat with pants of the same color and a hat as well. Yet, this man's clothing was looking rather gray, which could be because of all the debris and dirt surrounding him. He also had a pin on his chest,though, she couldn't read it, as it was in Japanese. The Ukrainian woman had decided to pick up the man before carrying him out of the building. She had decided to help this strange man out of pity,as he was wounded and seemingly unconscious.
After she exited the building she couldn't help but here quite growls and the patter of claws on the ground. She hoped it wasn't any of those despicable, mutated beasts that had been left over from the abandoned war-zone. She called them dragons , dueto their similar appearances to the mythical beasts. This caused the woman to start to run, as she didn't wanted to become a meal for those monsters. She couldn't grab her knife to fend off the beasts, do to carrying this strange foreign man, so she ran, she ran until she was finally out of the once-city.
It took a few ours to carry this unusual man, who she didn't even know the name to her home . It was a rather small home. Only around 3-2 rooms in it , yet on the outside lied a rather small farm. The only plants that was grown there was wheat and a few potatoes , while the only animals that lived there were three chickens , two females and one male. The house didn't look very stable as well, many walls were boarded up and the lights, not to mention, were quite dim. When Yekaterina had entered the house, she found her younger sister, who was around the age of 13 years, had blonde hair and was wearing a dirty , blue dress , waiting for her return . "Had you gotten something valuable? I don't want to be eating anymore of that bread for dinner." Her sister asked with a usual frown.
"I am sorry Natalya, but I didn't find anything valuable this time, though I didn't find a man." Yekaterina said in a muffled tone before she placed the man down and took off her gas mask, revealing her rather short beige-blonde hair and teal eyes.
"Another mouth to feed? God dammit!" Yekaterina shot a glare at her younger sister.
"Natalya , we will not be using that language in this house. Now, this man will be staying in our house in that 'extra room' of ours. " Natalya's eyes widened for a moment .
"You're going to put him in Ivan's old room?" Yekaterina nodded once in response before picking up the unusual man and then heading over to the extra, or Ivan's , room. She then placed him on the old bed before then heading to another room to get changed into more comfortable clothing.
It had been about one day since the man had arrived at their home , Yekaterina had cleaned him up slightly and tended to his wounds. This was the day he woke up. He woke up in a foreign room, a room that he hadn't remembered being in. Yet he heard words in Russian , luckily, he had taken classes in learning the language. Not long after , the Japanese man had spotted a woman at the opening of his room, Yekaterina , the woman was wearing a traditional dress and also was carrying a tray of sorts. It looked rather old and damaged that tray, not to mention it had some bread and hopefully clean water in a cup on it. The woman had approached the man and set the tray of food on his bed. The man then picked up the bread and ate it rather quickly , before drinking the water as well. The woman, Yekaterina, then asked him in Russian "Do you have a name?" The man had finished eating before he responded in Russian as well.
"Name's.. Kiku."
"Kiku? So you are Japanese." Yekaterina muttered to herself.
"Where am I?" Kiku glanced at the woman before continuing "And your name?"
"My name is Yekaterina Braginskaya, and well, you're in my home."
"Land..where..by land!"
"Well you're in the Ukraine territory of the Soviet Confederation."
"Soviet Confederation? Bad, bad."
"Don't worry we won't turn you in, now , you should rest up, you still have quite a lot of injuries." Yekaterina stated before she exited the room. Kiku sighed faintly , he was somewhat glad that this woman had saved him, yet he was also somewhat upset as well. Why didn't she had left him out to die? Maybe he was just lucky , his plane had crashed into the ruined city after all, maybe , maybe his fellow soldiers and such might rescue him.
After Yekaterina had exited the room , she found Natalya standing nearby. "So , he's awake?" Natalya asked before Yekaterina nodded in response.
"Fuck. That means, well, he might be more active. Great, now that fucker is not only stealing our food, he might be our own one way ticket to Siberia!"
"Natalya! Language! And no, Kiku will not be our one way ticket to Siberia, and remember, he is our guest, so be polite." Natalya rolled her eyes.
"That didn't stop them, they still took big brother away , for a crime that he didn't commit. Now he's probably dead in this war or taken as a war prisoner by those capitalist pigs!"
"I see your point." Yekaterina sighed for a moment, her sister did have a point, but all they really had to do was stay low, and not act too conspicuous. They didn't want to end up like their brother, forced to fight in this despicable war , or even worse, sent out to Siberia where they were left to die. "But, he is still an injured man that needed our help and that is that!" She continued before walking away from her sister.
