Surprise, bitch! Bet you weren't expecting me, again.
Here's a little extra bit of my story 'Radioactive Crystal'. I was just resurrected this idea a few days ago, so here you are! Just the prologue so far. Next chapter will be coming up soon.
Enjoy!
The Wastelands are a merciless, hostile, inhospitable place. People strive in anyway they can to survive in the radioactive world. But as mankind branches off in our own stations of life, one thing becomes clouded for us. As we kill to survive, we begin to loose what it means to be human. We stoop down to whole new lows, and all for what? So we can live another day. But some want more then that. As history has shown, some humans need a little more. Napoleon, Stalin, Hitler, Osama Bin Laden, people who wanted to change the world drastically. They wanted to control it. The command centre in the Enclave are buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Everyone became busy with reaching President Eden's wishes to control the wastes the way he sees fit, and will destroy whatever stands in his way.
Our story begins in the tech room of the underground facility, where a worker for the Enclave is faced with decisions. As she moves forward, following commands, things begin to look grim. She must decide to follow the orders she was given, or keep in touch with her own humanity.
(More Soon)