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Aphilia
Just like any other day, it was on the planet many would call the Dead Zone, Aphilia, dry. The land that once grew with the lush greens of grass and the voluminous growth of flora now laid a barren land. Hard sand that crunched beneath the shoes of the survivors, the sun scorching down upon them with unforgivable rays of light, no liquids insight, only the oranged tinge of death. Mother nature had deserted them, turned her back against the very nature she had created but was she to blame? As those who came to inhabit Aphilia soon turned it into what Old Earth is, a rock, a fragment of memory that dies with many generations pass.
Radiation riddles the planet like a blanket, coaxing it to its eternal slumber while the rest of the galaxy flourished beyond. Mutants now roamed the open while factions of survivers now build a wall, protecting themselves from such monstrosity as well as radiation poisoning. Some weak against it, while others remain immune. All fighting for their own survival, all wanting to see another day, holding hopes in their heart that this world would return to its former glory. But will they?
Amity
A woman with hair that flowed slightly below her collar bones, stark white as the fresh bed of snow, skin a golden olive tan, eyes of chocolate brown. She wore simple items of clothing, a red flannel over a white tank top, sleeves rolled up above her elbows for easy movement, a pair of regular jeans and black combat boots. She had a gentle smile to those who she was serving food for lunch, the woman kept her smile but it was not forced, nothing she did was forced as it was her free will. Sweat rolling off her forehead from the heat, soaking the baby hairs that clung to her face. Lilium Monroe is what many called this woman by and the leader to the Amity faction that she built based on protecting those who could not protect themselves. She made a home for those who had lost theirs, she helped restore the slither of faith within the survivors that came through the Amity gates.
However, Amity was far from anything grand compared to the many other faction bases around. They were located in the far corner of the planet, resources were low due to the fact that Scarlet Cord had already looted it all. Not to mention, killed off many of their scavengers during a hunt, such a thought bore deep hatred for such a faction but Lilium did not voice such an opinion out loud. The base that Amity resides was undergoing constructions, the wall that kept the mutants away was in the process of having led install to keep the radiation at bay. Ladders, wires, tents were all set up as the many women and men were hard at work, the smell of rusting metal and sawdust filled the air around them, the sounds of hammers, drills, saws, and the yells from the workers filled each day with hope. A place for them to call home was Lilium’s goal, just like the rest of Amity, she too wanted a place where she could sleep peacefully at night.
“Lilium? LILIUM!”
The static and fuzz was sharp in her earpiece before a voice came through. She flinched light as she turned away from the serving table.
“Andrealphus?”
She called a name to the voice, one of her scavengers that went out looking for more resources that they could benefit from.
“We have a problem. Scarlet Cord.”
He said quickly in a hushed manner. Lilium frowned, this doesn’t sound good, what now? She thought to herself as she handed the ladle she was holding to another who was helping her serve lunch. She walked to a more remote part of the base, where she could hear Andrealphus clearly and where no one could hear her.
“What’s going on? Where are you?”
There was worry in her voice as she cursed herself for sending them out but how would she know when Scarlet Cord was going on one of their rounds. Yet, she still blamed herself as she always had each time a scavenger group never returned.
“They're here, they-...shit”
And with that, gunfire could be heard in the background. A lump formed in Lilium’s throat, her chest tightened at the sound but it soon turned into static again. Her jaw was clenched tightly as she had to gather her thoughts, her tears forcing itself through but she could not break down now, not with everyone watching. Lilium bent over slightly, both hands on each knee as she took a deep breath with her eyes closed. You can’t, not now, you can’t cry now, she kept telling herself. After a minute or so, she pulled her body back up, standing tall as before but this time with a forced smile on her face as she returned back to where a crowd now had gathered for food.
Desert Lands
“Shit...shit..shit..”
Andrealphus had kept cursing since the first gunfire, he was now like the rest of his team, hiding behind something that would serve as protection. He had his gun close and loaded but he had yet to fire, he was a patient man but also a fearful one when it came to Scarlet Cord. He did not wish to lose his life by the hands of these degenerates, his heart now racing as the sweat coated his ebony skin, giving it shine under the sunlight. Red ruby eyes darting from left to right with each sound that was made, his hair flared with tight curls neatly shaped and cut but dust and dirt had found itself within, causing a cast of light brown on the top.
He turned the corner a peek but pulled back right away as a bullet came rushing through, a scab away from catching him between the eyes. He thought he saw his soul left his body for a moment, a small escape from a quick death.
“Shit..”
He said again which was the only words he could bring himself to say at this current moment.
A golden blonde woman amongst the other members of Scarlet Cord was visible, she waited inside the utility vehicle as she was told too. But out the window, she had her sniper rifle ready, watching at a distance, ready to catch those who seem to not notice her. Her breathing was steady but heavy under her black scarf, her vivid green eyes once matched the grasslands of Aphilia but now they were as hollow as a dead woman walking. She wore a light tank top that seen better days, and tight shorts that exposed most of her legs, something to cool her body off in the heat, and pale skin seemed to always remain as it is even as much sun she gets.
She looked as scared as those of Amity but she bore the mark of Scarlet Cord, why? Because it wasn’t her choice to where she had fallen. Beriadanwen had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, being captured while she wandered the open desert and forced into what she considered slavery. But she dared not defy those in Scarlet Cord, she knows what sort of people that rest within their base, she knows of the punishment, and neither did she wish to be inflicted on her again. Each day was like waking up in hell, she never knew when she would get burn with a touch but each day was also a blessing.
“I can’t see the targets”
She spoke, her voice a monotone before pulling her eyes away from the scope. She could hear the men shouting with joy, this to them was entertainment. This was a hunt of sport and one where Beriadanwen felt sick to her stomach each time she was forced out with them.
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