Wasteland Saviour - The Becoming - ch4
#5 of wasteland saviour finally agreed on the list, just as fox had written it, we made to leave only to be stopped by an old man wearing some kind of toga.
I Applied for a Delivery Job and Got Turned Into a Flying Reindeer?! Chapter Eighteen
Justin looked upwards at the portal, and the freezing wasteland he had condemned tornado to die in. there was only one thing left he could do. one option that wouldn't result in the end of the world.
Haunt Chapter 1: The Crow's Nest
- "not really frank, i never got cash; it's useless to a wastelander. i was paid in water," said the wolf. -well that's stupid.- "water is better than money when you live in a rain shadow, pirate," said thad.
Sands of the West Chapter 1: Stranded
He returned before his expression grew serious again, recounting the events that preceded their coming to this wasteland.
Fallout: Tales from Vilous - Origins
They have ordered that a team should be sent out into the harsh vilous wastelands to search for raw materials, and a new food source or face extinction. to be continued......
Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins
The plains off to the south was a barren wasteland now that the buffalo had gone and moved on. there was so little left to feed the growing number of young ones and elders.
Seekers: Chapter Eighteen: Falsetto
The city looked more like a large dock than an actual city; over half the place was made up of dock modules, varying from small to large as if they always had people coming in from the wastelands.
Wayward Scale, Wasteland Chapter 2, A stop for gas
The scales ducked down and crept further into the wasteland away from the beast. they watched as it stuck its head in and grabbed a fish with its jaws. the scales ran along the road, which went around a hill.
Worth It
The dog spotted me and i was ready for a fight, but it didn't go hostile like anything else in the wasteland would. instead it walked up to me and whimpered. "what's the matter boy? lose your master?" i asked him.
Tale of the Reader Pt. 3
It is my pride and joy, the one thing i scavenged in the wasteland that i chose to keep from the museum. (wsr units are more mercenaries than actual military forces.
I am
#2 of poems _i am cold and closed_ _i wonder what the after life holds for me_ _i hear the scornful comments that most people think of me_ _i see a baron wasteland pledged by the walking dead_ _i want to find true happiness in ones loving touch
Wartorn - Chapter 1, War
Night time was the most dangerous time in the wasteland but the trade off was that it was easier to hide in the wastes if you didn't want to be found.