Due to lack of time SilverRATa, episodes will be posted today Pitek .. I invite you to read!
Night was coming to an end now, when the last of the mutants was knocked down one, the only shot in the eye. His corpse covered the gas station a little closer than other gangs, just for fun because someone let him run to the barricades.
Echo carried the battle is still in the desert, when from behind a makeshift barricade, two figures emerged. One of them cursed and spat in the direction of dead animals, while the other watched them in silence.
still visible above the horizon the sun slowly zabarwiało sky colors of purple and dark pink.
Nowadays, everyone watched the sunrise to be greeted by at least an honorary salute and liters of alcohol. With each passing day diminishes humanity. Bled through the wound inflicted by Moloch, mutki and ourselves.
This time, however, were some grand celebrations of the East without a day of the following. Perhaps, therefore, not to betray their presence in this place. Or maybe because there was nothing to celebrate. Anyhow both forms disappeared in the only place within a radius of 100km, which offers shade - in the shop on a deserted gas station.
In any event, what was left of it.
This morning was full of rich breakfast. Meat mutków, besides the fact that fall in between the teeth it looked awful and smelled so too, betrayed quite a lot of nutritional value. Packs of wolves
mutant, like that which attacked the station a few hours earlier, were quite commonplace sight in postwar America. People knew how to handle them carefully and enjoy this knowledge at every opportunity.
two defenders remains a great empire Texaco sat in the farthest corner shop to sheltered on three sides can proceed in peace to eat a dead wolf.
- Listen dude, you could give me his left paw? - turning to one, wearing a long gray coat.
- Eee .. you left? - With the uncertainty of the second replied, a little przygrubawy and terribly overgrown on the face, as if not shaved for months, which was probably true.
- Do not be ridiculous. I do not eat mutant limbs. - The first replied with a contemptuous grin on his face. It is not known to whom or what was targeted this grimace. Perhaps the whole world. Look a man in the mantle fell on a metal plaque attached to a thick shirt. - Is it true? You're the big Texaco TEN Gareth? This is your real name, or simply someone had just printed it and you przejąłeś along with badge?
- This is my real name. You will not believe but the guy who worked here had the same name as me.
- Incredible. And where is now your namesake? I hope it does not kropnęłeś to get the damn sticker? - Said the first, putting his hand under the coat, pretending to be looking for something and it really is odbezpieczając weapons just in case. You never know if someone with whom you fought side by arm are found to be a pig.
- No. Someone had it arranged. - Seeing the distrustful gaze of his companion added: - It is still there, spread out the toilet. You can go check it out. I just do not zarzygaj bucket right?
- I believe I have not checked. - It was a lie. Simply, just in case, he would not leave Gareth himself.
There was one of those embarrassing moments when no one speaks. Outside the sun was shining triumph after heavy fighting with the night. The two companions took the game caught the late night battle.
After an hour of meditation snatched their car wheels crunching on the gravel before the station. Gareth jumped up and without a word went to a potential client. He left the shop through the window, because there were no windows anywhere.
We went to the car, the driver went out to meet him. Holding a gun in his hand. Leveled at him.
- Mr. Easthorne greets you punk - drawled the newcomer. Pointed a gun at his forehead Gareth. Damn, Desert Eagle, swore in the spirit of the owner of the station. - Do you want to say something before you speak is not .357? Thick
wave of his hand he wrote to say that indeed has something to say. The roar of gunfire
drowned his words.
Some time later, Gareth told me that he felt a blast of warm air poliku when it passed him fired missile. Ink killer went straight in the left eye and passed through the skull from the inside out, taking with them a substantial content.
thug slumped to the ground with a dull sigh. Texaco Gareth leg and swung it rozkwasił zabitemu face.
- Not bad shoot. - He said not turning around, he knew that behind him appeared no longer a stranger. - You said where are you?
- Not your shitty business. - Briefly, "said Gunner.
- Funny - Gareth carried it with laughter. - I know someone from the same place ...
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