![]() ![]() The screeching got louder and louder, until he reached a platform, half open, and continuing to open. Higher than the pipe guns people made themselves. But then there was the chance of having no ammo for that gun. Most of the people here had either that, or someone managed to find a rare gun. ![]() Filled with curiosity the young man carried on upwards, at a faster pace, clutching onto his makeshift rifle. Up the hill, and past the shrubbery, was what sounded like mechanical screaming. In which case, that was the step before bloody war. Unless you lived in one of the many towns were people weren't trying to kill you for your food. There was either deathly silence, or a moment leading towards that. Regular things for any day in the wasteland. Radiation rained, bullets were fired, and all that lived was screams of pain, and the laughter of sinners. and I mean NO ONE posted anything at all, I'll have to do this on my own. ![]()
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