The dark twilight and cold barely hide the rusting rails of the old rail track, here and there nature what hideous and mutated nature there still is in the post apocalypse has conspired with the element's to hide it under rubble and stunted over growth but against all the odd's the ancient work of man's hand's still remain's and almost like a long fallen version of Jacob's ladder it no longer leads to a place of light and glory but only seemingly into further darkness.
But were there is a path in the ruin's there may be remain's that can help the lonely wanderer to survive just another day so with bitter determination his face and body wrapped in rag's hiding the radiation sores that fester on his skin and the tumors that are now beginning to show he stumbles on lamely leaning on a crutch he has fashioned from pieces of debris wearily looking around him lest me should face unknown dangers and silently wearily praying that just maybe he might find another dose of rad away before it was too late.
His pain unbearable still he forced himself onward swearing every now and then talking to himself in the dark cold world he find's even his voice is changing and realized just how much he now sound's like a ghoul, he should be so lucky he think's ghouls thrive in the radiation but it is killing him cooking his organ's as it has ever since he woke up in that dark steel cave, in that vault only to find everyone and everything he had ever loved had been taken from him and himself now a stranger in a bitter, barren and hostile world.
Still onward he walked along the ancient ladder like railway, a ladder that no longer led to heaven searching for something, anything that might help him survive just another day, he never asked himself why he was fighting to live but he had always been stubborn and would be damned if he was going to let the world win, no he would walk into the jaws of the lion and wrestle it to his last breath and who know's maybe he would even win if he fought hard enough.
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But were there is a path in the ruin's there may be remain's that can help the lonely wanderer to survive just another day so with bitter determination his face and body wrapped in rag's hiding the radiation sores that fester on his skin and the tumors that are now beginning to show he stumbles on lamely leaning on a crutch he has fashioned from pieces of debris wearily looking around him lest me should face unknown dangers and silently wearily praying that just maybe he might find another dose of rad away before it was too late.
His pain unbearable still he forced himself onward swearing every now and then talking to himself in the dark cold world he find's even his voice is changing and realized just how much he now sound's like a ghoul, he should be so lucky he think's ghouls thrive in the radiation but it is killing him cooking his organ's as it has ever since he woke up in that dark steel cave, in that vault only to find everyone and everything he had ever loved had been taken from him and himself now a stranger in a bitter, barren and hostile world.
Still onward he walked along the ancient ladder like railway, a ladder that no longer led to heaven searching for something, anything that might help him survive just another day, he never asked himself why he was fighting to live but he had always been stubborn and would be damned if he was going to let the world win, no he would walk into the jaws of the lion and wrestle it to his last breath and who know's maybe he would even win if he fought hard enough.