Thanks To The Oil BoomFor a moment, while I sat filtering and boiling black water by the falls, I think I saw a real living elk. Half of me knew that I was hallucinating; all of the elk and caribou had dropped dead overnight like everything else in the forest. Even so, the other half of me believed it really was there, dipping its head into the stream and lapping up the water. The same half of me believed that it was a sign that things were getting better, as much as the first half screamed everything is dead and you know why, you twat!Thanks To The Oil Boom by laurotica
The falls continued to churn upstream as the hours passed. I was crouched down until the dingy water finally turned clear, the sediments settling to the bottom of the pot.
“Finally,” I grumbled. When my bottle was full again, I left the fire smouldering and continued along the poisoned stream.
The pseudo-elk appeared again when I rounded the bend and headed into the marsh, the brackish-blackish water clinging to the sides of m
My Little RantI'm a big fan of post-apocalyptic art. There are some amazing pieces out there.My Little Rant by Rebel-Rider
The problem I've found is there is also a lot of rather horrible stuff out there that is nothing more than scantly clad women pictured in ruins. Besides being rather inappropriate in the first place, the things make no sense. A good example is half-nude people wearing gas masks. (Some chemicals can be absorbed by skin.) Most of the photos, which I quickly delete from my messages, also have women who are not tanned, even though they've (in theory) been running around in a bikini. If the sun is blocked out, I guess it's possible to not get a tan. Then again, if the sun is blocked out enough you don't get a tan, why are they not dressed for the most likely cold conditions? Another thing is these people are often pictured in ruins, barefoot. Broken glass anyone? Clothes were invented to protect people from the environment, not ju
Excerpt - Stranger From A Strange LandI didn’t run into any another boats on my way to the mainland. The enemies were too lazy to have patrols going all night, but I’m sure they knew we were out there somewhere. All those slaves couldn’t have just gone up in smoke. Boa always claimed that as long as we didn’t get ourselves into trouble, they wouldn’t come looking for us. The thing was, I stopped trusting the enemy the moment that they took over the world and held on tight for a century.Excerpt - Stranger From A Strange Land by laurotica
The sun was just beginning to rise when I saw land at the horizon. It was usually in our best interest to park our boats near others at an abandoned harbor. A dozen old boats were more inconspicuous than just one tied to a tree in the middle of nowhere. I spotted a marina with the binoculars and sped into an empty spot. My heart didn’t stop pounding until the boat was off.
I was somewhere in the old peninsula state. It had once been a thriving communit
there was trouble in the forestMost of the highways that carved out the west were still clear of trees and vegetation, though I still felt as if I was being watched as we passed the dense temperate forests. A shadow would occasionally run past, deep within the confines of the canopy, and I had to keep myself from gasping each time.there was trouble in the forest by laurotica
“They can’t hurt us,” Stephen reminded me. “It’s too bright for them to come out.”
“Which is odd for this place,” I said. “It rains a lot in the west, and they can come out then if they want.”
“But they don’t,” Hodge said form behind the steering wheel. “The trees are theirs, and the rest is ours. That’s how things are now, ever since the first zeros came around.” There were too many instances of a patient zero when the outbreak began; sometimes ten or twelve appeared in packs in the same city. Zeros has stuck since. “We’ll spend the n
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