Published Dec 23rd, 2015, 12/23/15 12:05 pm
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Hey guys! This is for the Nuclear Winter Skin Contest! Remeber to diamond, favorite, and leave a comment if you like it!
This relates to the Nuclear Winter Skin Contest, considering that Ashe is a nuclear ash mutant. Also, the story takes place in a nuclear winter, covered in the broken frozen rubble of destroyed buildings.
Anyway, guys, let me know what you think! ^-^
ώᎪᏚƮƐᏞᎪƝƊ ᎾƑ ᎪᏚǶƐᏚ ~ The Story of Ashe Blake
Prologue....
The war between people ended years ago, but the war that raged in nature still continues today. As if the nuclear war wasn't bad enough, the winter that followed killed more than half of the population that remained after the fighting. Now there are only a few pockets of human survivors left. I say human, because the nuclear war didn't just kill people, but created something, too. Now monsters with acidic breath and rotting green skin roam the frozen wasteland of the world, hunting the humans, who are helpless to fight back. I'm one of those survivors, but unlike the rest of my species, I have a way to fight back...
Three Years Ago....
I'm crossing the wastelands with my camp when another blizzard storms in. We stop to make camp behind the broken shells of a couple of buildings, the windows and doors frozen solid. Our thermal clothes and tents help keep away the cold, but they also obscurre our sight. We don't see the monsters until they're right on top of us. Most of my friends go down quickly, the acid burning their skin away in vital spots. But the few of use who get hit in the leg or arm suffer slowly, the acid slowly biting away at our clothes and skin. I'm hit in the side, so I should die right away, but no. The acid does eat me away, but when the monsters start gathering us up to take us to their den, they leave me. They don't see me, and leave me out in the ashy snow.
The ashes seem to cool my burning skin, landing in the spots where my skin has burned away and soaking into the muscle tissue. Before long the pain is gone, and so is my camp. Everyone else has been taken. The tents are lying on their sides, and my clothes are all burned away. When I look down, my skin is gray. I look at my reflection in a block of frozen window, and find that the skin of my face and my eyes has turned completely gray. My blonde hair has gone brown, looking faded. I'm not cold with no clothes, but I know that I need to cover up, so I rip open one of the tents and tear out an extra set of thermal gear. I'm clothed and gray, and I'm invincible.
Today....
The wind is howling outside, blasting my tent from all sides with 40 mile-per-hour winds. I check the stakes to make sure that they're still stuck firmly in the frozen ground. Everything seems to be in order, and I settle back down into my thermal sleeping bag, glancing once at my digital thermometer to make sure the temperature is above zero. The cold doesn't bother me, but I don't want my equipment to freeze. The first rays of faded white sunlight are just beginning to poke through the heavy orange fabric of my tent, and I sigh because I know I have to keep moving.
I left Geode--a camp by Virginia--two nights ago, on the move to another camp in Kentucky. I tend to move around since I'm studying temperature fluctuations. But lately I've been getting tired of running. Nobody's found out that I'm a mutant yet, but I don't like taking any chances. I always keep my face covered with a black cloth bandana, to conceal my gray skin.
I sigh loudly and unzip the flap of my tent. Gray snow--ash--falls heavily from the sky, landing on my jacket and melting over the green patches sewed there over the years. I sigh again. This reminds me of that day, so many years ago, in that wasteland of snow and ashes.
The End.
The war between people ended years ago, but the war that raged in nature still continues today. As if the nuclear war wasn't bad enough, the winter that followed killed more than half of the population that remained after the fighting. Now there are only a few pockets of human survivors left. I say human, because the nuclear war didn't just kill people, but created something, too. Now monsters with acidic breath and rotting green skin roam the frozen wasteland of the world, hunting the humans, who are helpless to fight back. I'm one of those survivors, but unlike the rest of my species, I have a way to fight back...
Three Years Ago....
I'm crossing the wastelands with my camp when another blizzard storms in. We stop to make camp behind the broken shells of a couple of buildings, the windows and doors frozen solid. Our thermal clothes and tents help keep away the cold, but they also obscurre our sight. We don't see the monsters until they're right on top of us. Most of my friends go down quickly, the acid burning their skin away in vital spots. But the few of use who get hit in the leg or arm suffer slowly, the acid slowly biting away at our clothes and skin. I'm hit in the side, so I should die right away, but no. The acid does eat me away, but when the monsters start gathering us up to take us to their den, they leave me. They don't see me, and leave me out in the ashy snow.
The ashes seem to cool my burning skin, landing in the spots where my skin has burned away and soaking into the muscle tissue. Before long the pain is gone, and so is my camp. Everyone else has been taken. The tents are lying on their sides, and my clothes are all burned away. When I look down, my skin is gray. I look at my reflection in a block of frozen window, and find that the skin of my face and my eyes has turned completely gray. My blonde hair has gone brown, looking faded. I'm not cold with no clothes, but I know that I need to cover up, so I rip open one of the tents and tear out an extra set of thermal gear. I'm clothed and gray, and I'm invincible.
Today....
The wind is howling outside, blasting my tent from all sides with 40 mile-per-hour winds. I check the stakes to make sure that they're still stuck firmly in the frozen ground. Everything seems to be in order, and I settle back down into my thermal sleeping bag, glancing once at my digital thermometer to make sure the temperature is above zero. The cold doesn't bother me, but I don't want my equipment to freeze. The first rays of faded white sunlight are just beginning to poke through the heavy orange fabric of my tent, and I sigh because I know I have to keep moving.
I left Geode--a camp by Virginia--two nights ago, on the move to another camp in Kentucky. I tend to move around since I'm studying temperature fluctuations. But lately I've been getting tired of running. Nobody's found out that I'm a mutant yet, but I don't like taking any chances. I always keep my face covered with a black cloth bandana, to conceal my gray skin.
I sigh loudly and unzip the flap of my tent. Gray snow--ash--falls heavily from the sky, landing on my jacket and melting over the green patches sewed there over the years. I sigh again. This reminds me of that day, so many years ago, in that wasteland of snow and ashes.
The End.
This relates to the Nuclear Winter Skin Contest, considering that Ashe is a nuclear ash mutant. Also, the story takes place in a nuclear winter, covered in the broken frozen rubble of destroyed buildings.
Anyway, guys, let me know what you think! ^-^
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