A Broken Land - Day 2
Torn, burned, and marred with deeds of humanity. Damn is this place ever depressing. I can almost see why Ulysses talks likes he does, the place where humanity dies and a butchered reincarnation is born.
It’s all so … would I be a horrible person if I said stale?
I’ve been attacked nonstop by those that want to kill me for months now, and being here hasn’t changed a single thing about that fact. Instead, all I am facing is beings that are far more devoid of human morality than even Caesar’s Legion. I pity them entirely, for having to suffer everything to become what they are now.
I made it to what looks like a collapsed roadway, now buried by what used to protect it. There is a path in, but I’m getting a strange feeling from just looking at it, so instead I’ve decided to set up camp on a little out hanging just to the side of it. It’s provided me some leverage against anything that seeks to attack, and the platform is deep enough to conceal myself from all but those that can fly.
Fought through the rest of the military complex and even a factory today … it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Sure it contained the same exploding heads, shattered bones, and spilled guts as usual, but no up close and dirty fighting like the first day.
It was easy enough to find a perch to fire from and clear out the path for the most part. These Scorched Men or whatever Ulysses called them were tough, but nothing is unstoppable. Even those fuckers from The Sierra Madre could be killed, and these remnants aren’t even close to being gas driven zombies.
An hour of sniping followed by methodical movements among the rubble so not to be jumped, it was a good enough combo to get me this far with only a scratch. Perhaps a scratch is not the right word. Bastard’s giant sword looked easy enough to dodge, but I guess even the extreme tip was sharp. Caught me along the side with a rather shallow cut, nothing that a stimpak, some stitching, and wrap couldn’t fix.
Didn’t have time to stitch it at that moment though, so I just wrapped myself and moved through rest of the rubble. Came across a small factory shortly after, which was as fun as it sounded. No high ground around that area made it tough, but for the most part I was able to sneak around and slice necks. Put them out of their misery silently.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I found a detonator that targeted something that no one could guess. Done guessing? Nuclear warheads. Fuck, the people who ruled the world before it became this mess. They literally had small nuclear warheads and large ones. These ones were pretty effective, though nothing like what I’ve heard from old stories. They probably had the same capacity of two, maybe three Fat Man shots. Either way, it was fun drawing the bastards’ attention to a nuclear warhead before locking the detonator on it. I did mention I was far enough away, right? Yeah.
Kaboom. Heh. All fun and games until I’m the one being blown up, huh?
