2132, Hawaii.
The battle between the USCPF and the CDF was worsening.
The PRT was threatening to intervene, but ultimately backed off after the bombs were
dropped. Hawaii is a desolate wasteland, only inhabited by scavengers and military.
Few global safe zones exist, the most popular being Cranetown. Cranetown was a small
village built up in the middle of a city, it’s big concrete walls hiding it away from everyday
onlookers, and the USCPF. Gunshots were commonplace in Cranetown, and dead bodies
were found every week. Cranetown wasn’t a nice place, but it’s the best we have.
The PRT was threatening to intervene, but ultimately backed off after the bombs were
dropped. Hawaii is a desolate wasteland, only inhabited by scavengers and military.
Few global safe zones exist, the most popular being Cranetown. Cranetown was a small
village built up in the middle of a city, it’s big concrete walls hiding it away from everyday
onlookers, and the USCPF. Gunshots were commonplace in Cranetown, and dead bodies
were found every week. Cranetown wasn’t a nice place, but it’s the best we have.
I strolled into Cranetown, my collar hiding my face from onlookers.
The CDF hung around the walls, looking out for sandsharks. There were large, rusted
buildings made from bits of corrugated steel and sheet metal. I kept my Colt .45 caliber
strapped to the inside of my trench coat. Concealed, though easy to grab out in times of
need. I looked down alleys, spotting different petty crimes. Muggings, drug dealings,
various Sandsharks gaining territory in Cranetown. I almost couldn’t notice the giant man
with the red-stained iron pole in front of me.
The CDF hung around the walls, looking out for sandsharks. There were large, rusted
buildings made from bits of corrugated steel and sheet metal. I kept my Colt .45 caliber
strapped to the inside of my trench coat. Concealed, though easy to grab out in times of
need. I looked down alleys, spotting different petty crimes. Muggings, drug dealings,
various Sandsharks gaining territory in Cranetown. I almost couldn’t notice the giant man
with the red-stained iron pole in front of me.
Kia ora Greg
ReplyDeleteYou worked well today in writing class. I am very interested in reading your work, however, it is running off the page! Can you reformat this so that we can read your entire piece? Well done on remembering to add tags to your blog!
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