Bastion WFP's Blog – April 2011 Archive (3)

The wheezing and coughing sounds of the people around me awoke me.  I got up on my elbows and looked down the long hallway.  Row upon row of bodies.....sleeping I hoped.  Every now and again you'd hear a scream or a moan or a grunt.  The government designated this area as 'safe'.  Hey you I looked up and there was a muzzle barrel in my face and behind it was a gas masked face.  What are you doing up?  I replied Just got woken up by all this the soldier lowered his…

Johnny B. Goode was playing from someone's car.  I walked up to my 34 Dussenberg Graber and leaned up against it.  A buddy of mine came up "Say Tony you hear the word?"  I smirked "What's that Fred?"  Fred shared the smirk "There's a guy lookin for you...he's outta the wastelands he's looking to win that bounty on your head for whoever kills you."  I answered "What's he driving?"  Fred's smirked fadded "A 42 Deuce Coupe"  I smirked and caressed one of my Maxims and said "I ain't dead yet be…

Another recruiter came into the bar (they were getting more and more frequent) and after he asked pleaded and promised us riches he got mad.  He was like every other one telling us to join up and go to the mountains and fight.  We'd all seen to many friends die for that very cause we just tried to survive.  So unlike the rest of the recruiters this one when faced with a dilema decided to demonstrate what his men could do. 

He gave the word to what looked like a god damn human…