Rain
It’s been nearly fifteen years . . . fifteen years since the rain came, that horrible burning acid rain. It took only 30 minutes for 70% of the world to fall. The remaining 30% have split into factions: The Olmpyons who look down on every one from their cities in the sky. The brotherhood who think that it is their right to rule and will stop at nothing to do so. The five realms are five giant city’s almost the size of London that roam both land and sea. The reapers whose sole purpose is to kill and destroy everything left. The mutants’ unfortunate souls who were caught in the rain but not killed; instead they mutated in to creatures that not even the pits of hell could take. And then there is us we are just known as drifters. We drifters don’t have anywhere to go we just . . . well . . . drift . . . until one day a man walked in to one of our encampments. He was wearing a cloak with a hood like most of us but he wouldn’t let anyone see his face and he was …show more content…
I crouched down in front of him pulling out my peacekeeper and loading only one bullet in it I looked him in the eyes as I spun the drum, standing up and locked it in place. No one not I or him know if the bullet was in the chamber or not, I pulled the trigger and everything slowed down I could see the shock and fear in the man’s eyes as it fired I could see the gas’s flaring out of the barrels and the bullet start its own dance of death spiralling towards the man’s head, then I felt reality crashing back to me like a water fall on the rocks and time seemed to flow again. Looking back at the general I saw he was dead in the dust. Crouching down beside the now dead man I proceeded to take what I needed, whilst doing this I found picture of him. Taking the picture I started to move out taking one last look at my handy work on my
It’s been nearly fifteen years . . . fifteen years since the rain came, that horrible burning acid rain. It took only 30 minutes for 70% of the world to fall. The remaining 30% have split into factions: The Olmpyons who look down on every one from their cities in the sky. The brotherhood who think that it is their right to rule and will stop at nothing to do so. The five realms are five giant city’s almost the size of London that roam both land and sea. The reapers whose sole purpose is to kill and destroy everything left. The mutants’ unfortunate souls who were caught in the rain but not killed; instead they mutated in to creatures that not even the pits of hell could take. And then there is us we are just known as drifters. We drifters don’t have anywhere to go we just . . . well . . . drift . . . until one day a man walked in to one of our encampments. He was wearing a cloak with a hood like most of us but he wouldn’t let anyone see his face and he was …show more content…
I crouched down in front of him pulling out my peacekeeper and loading only one bullet in it I looked him in the eyes as I spun the drum, standing up and locked it in place. No one not I or him know if the bullet was in the chamber or not, I pulled the trigger and everything slowed down I could see the shock and fear in the man’s eyes as it fired I could see the gas’s flaring out of the barrels and the bullet start its own dance of death spiralling towards the man’s head, then I felt reality crashing back to me like a water fall on the rocks and time seemed to flow again. Looking back at the general I saw he was dead in the dust. Crouching down beside the now dead man I proceeded to take what I needed, whilst doing this I found picture of him. Taking the picture I started to move out taking one last look at my handy work on my