Prologue The year was 1973, and the world has turned to ash. Twenty three years ago, 1950, the Second World War ended. My country the U.S.A. took too long to get into the fight, too many resources were used to take back the U.K. from the Nazis. And by the time the Alliance defeated Germany in 1945, Imperial Japan had prepared for any attack, even nuclear, thanks to last hour radio signals from berlin. The Nazis told them everything, all that their spies collected on the Allied planned attack on japan, all their plans for nuclear weapons, they didn’t hold back. So when the Hiroshima
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The radiation has seeped into the ocean water and now the rain and snow is radioactive, staying underground is the best option to survive. As I enter the bunker, the light flickers from harsh usage, the generator heaving energy like a dying animal trying to escape the predator even in its final moments. Paper is scattered throughout my “office”, just a collection of chairs and tables I’ve found while savaging the ruins of Los Vegas, after the nukes hit the local government just could not find the supplies to sate the people of the city, and the people left to other places leaving the ruins as it is. I rearrange the papers, shredding the documents for my newest contract, and look into the mail. A new envelope marked with the rebel’s emblem, payday, for some people they get their money though farming, leading militias, raiding others, I get mine though killing. Not that I have anything against these people, moneys money and I’ll get it and right now the separatists are offering the best pay, so for now I’ll kill for them. Under the payment is another letter, my next assignment… “Protection…?” I mumble, what? The leader of the separatists wants me to watch over their cabin house. They think a mercenary group has been hired to assassinate them. Well its good pay so I’ll do it, besides what’s the worst that could happen? Just have to protect three people for a few days, Modia Campbell, Sergius Campbell, and Fel
The radiation has seeped into the ocean water and now the rain and snow is radioactive, staying underground is the best option to survive. As I enter the bunker, the light flickers from harsh usage, the generator heaving energy like a dying animal trying to escape the predator even in its final moments. Paper is scattered throughout my “office”, just a collection of chairs and tables I’ve found while savaging the ruins of Los Vegas, after the nukes hit the local government just could not find the supplies to sate the people of the city, and the people left to other places leaving the ruins as it is. I rearrange the papers, shredding the documents for my newest contract, and look into the mail. A new envelope marked with the rebel’s emblem, payday, for some people they get their money though farming, leading militias, raiding others, I get mine though killing. Not that I have anything against these people, moneys money and I’ll get it and right now the separatists are offering the best pay, so for now I’ll kill for them. Under the payment is another letter, my next assignment… “Protection…?” I mumble, what? The leader of the separatists wants me to watch over their cabin house. They think a mercenary group has been hired to assassinate them. Well its good pay so I’ll do it, besides what’s the worst that could happen? Just have to protect three people for a few days, Modia Campbell, Sergius Campbell, and Fel