Well, i started writting and this is what i have came up with so far, tell me what you guys think, thanks in advance! 
Oh and, i realize there is a lot of grammical issues and such, that will be fixed later, this is just a very rough draft.
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By Jason Gordy
Journal of a Fallout King
Most humans pass away not much after the age of their late 50s; this is a result of thick clouds of smog that plaques our world named Earth. A smog thicker then any dust storm, blacker then any night, and deadlier then any poison. This ‘smog’ drifts through our peace less land that once used to be full of assortments of colors that seemed to be picked randomly off of the color wheel. But now, our land is full of nothing but a maroon and barren land; no trees, grass, or any sign of human life for that matter. On the surface, no normal man could live past an hour without protective gear, because the ‘smog’ would fry and coat their insides full of the blackest disease known to any man; a disease that would eat up your insides and make you puke the darkest color of red and black until your heart bursts and your veins evaporate into a fine pigment of dust. Therefore, our people must live in fallout shelters dug deep within the rock-hard crust of our world. The fallout is protected by two reinforced, air-locked doors made out of the finest metal found on neighboring planets. This will protect our fellow people from the ‘smog’. The only ones allowed out of our fallout are sturdy men named “Scavengers”. They are responsible for bringing us shipments of food items and other useful materials that may be of use to us. I am, unfortunately a “Scavenger”; and I say unfortunately because I risk losing my life, my family, and my friends to bring them all assortments of unique items that I may collect on the surface. This is of course, a good thing, for’ I am considered a ‘hero’ among the people and my little daughter; who is no older then four with the biggest star-shot eyes any father could ask for, looks up to me and when I return, gives me the most precious hugs, better then any reward I am given from the ‘government’. The ‘government’ is not really a government at all; nothing like we used to have before this world was cursed. Instead, every member of the fallout is part of a council that has equal share in every argument and decision made.
It is my job to depart this settlement once every week. We leave equipped with (there are many “scavengers” that go in groups) a pocket full of bullets and a heavily modified rifle. We wear thick clothes to prevent the fumes of the atmosphere to contaminate our flesh and big, heavy gas masks. Each “scavenger” group heads out in a sturdy jeep. There is usually four “scavengers” in one group; one mans the mounted machine gun, one drives the jeep, one scopes out the area for any materials or caves, and the last one communicates on the radio to other caravans.
The surface of the planet is very rocky with several tall buildings still remaining. Many of the buildings have several pipes and gigantic metal rods extruding from their sides and all the glass windows have been blown out, from what seems like a heavy explosion. The ground is nothing but a thick coat of clayish-brown dirt that drifts easily in the winds. Many dead trees stand that reveal that there used to be a heavily thick forest and many rocks lay scattered around; though it is unable to tell if they are rocks or space debris. There is no water in sight, only small underground streams to produce our much needed resource.
Now you are probably wondering why there is a need to use heavy machine guns? Well, many of the organisms that did happen to survive the explosions and hazardous air, were genetically mutated into another species. Some examples of this could very well be defined in a simple rabbit. We do not call them a rabbit anymore, mostly because a ‘rabbit’ sounds too cuddly and soft for what it has evolved into. Their initial skin has been shredded off revealing a very grim and dirty under laying skin; it is very rugged and is very saturated colors of grays, browns, and reds. Their paws have grown claws that seem to curl into its own flesh and its beady eyes seem to breath flames itself. On the ‘rabbits’ back, small spikes have grown outlining the spinal cord. It now stands upright, still hopping as it moves; but it seems to be more of a leaping action instead.
Just like every week, I must go on this dreadful journey into the depths of our land and back, to hopefully, find materials we can ultimately use. This morning started out like any other; the obnoxious “BEE-ooo-BEE-ooo” sound of my Herbard IV, heavy duty, built in radio, alarm clock (though, the radio has no effect anymore). I need the alarm clock to be ‘heavy duty’, otherwise it would have been smashed into nothing but nuts and bolts from the slamming of my fist trying to turn the damned thing off; which is were the irony thrives, its not that the “BEE-ooo” sound is what wakes me up, it is the frequent pounding of my hand to the point where I am no longer tired. After my eyes finally rejoice and open, I proceed to slip into my attire. Common attire down in the fallout is very silky-white windbreakers; they usually consist of one or two more colors ranging from blacks to dark blues. We wear heavy strap on boots; the straps are very thick buckles and the toes of the boots are metal-plated. We wear leather gloves, those too silky-black. Last, but not least, we equip ourselves with our utility belt. The belt consists of a satchel and three small pockets. We usually carry around our pass card (we need this to gain access to many of the levels of the fallout depending on our rank), a walkie-talkie, and a small amount of money. Because I am a rank S, my card allows me to enter all areas of the fallout and grants me access to the outside world.
As I proceed out of my small, simple, yet effective dorm, I head out into the main district. Every person in the fallout is assigned a dorm, and most of them are designed exactly alike; so alike, that you could walk into somebody else’s dorm and not even realize it until they come storming in raising hell! Each dorm is arranged with a small bed that is bolted into the sides of the thick metal walls. There is a miniature toilet and sink in the far left corner and a tiny stove in the opposing side. Each room is lit with several radiant lights that flicker off and on randomly. The dorms are far from any home make-over etiquette, but they serve their purpose.
Outside, the main district bustles in activity; many people scurry by visiting the small stands that display various items. Although this is a fallout, life underground seems to go on just as if the cataclysm has never happened. Oh? Did I not mention the disaster that occurred on our sacred land? It was not but eight years ago…our world was in turmoil; The War of Hemispheres. It was called this; The War of Hemispheres, because it was frankly that, two sides of the world battling it out. Though, the war was fought by air, no infantry were initiated; thus, it was all by air. It was a nuclear war; destruction like no other, bombs and nuclear warheads dropping constantly. In fact, it was such a common activity, that people became used to it; death by the hundreds every hour, and people began to not even care about their life. Just as you all know, us humans are constantly striving for power and will not kneel to another until he has obtained it. And just that, we launched Operation Red-night. It was meant to only affect our opposing force, but instead, it caused a cataclysm so deadly, that instead of wiping them out, it in turn, completely covered our sun, created a deadly ‘smog’, and destroyed our atmosphere. Many of us were afraid this would happen and fled to hidden fallouts built deep within the cities subway systems. The cataclysm occurred on July 24th; it happened on a day like any other; bombs exploding and lighting up the nights sky…but then it happened, a light emitted so great that no sun could comprehend, it engulfed our sky as if burning up our very world, and in a matter of seconds, peoples eyes were burned from their very eye sockets and their flesh melted from their lifeless body. It was indeed, the day hell opened its doors to our world and destroyed man-kind as we knew it.
From the main district I find my self venturing along the small metal slabs that lead into the central garden. This is the only place I can find peace and the strength I will need for the hardships I know will come. The central garden, or “the garden of Eden” as some would call it, is the only place that we know of to contain plant life. The garden is aligned with several flowers ranging from roses to dandelions; each emitting their own source of energy and scents that embed the air. Such scents, that they seem to linger in the cold, drifting, moist air of the fallout. Many trees of various sorts are scattered around randomly and nice blends of grass are planted to fill in the empty spaces. Around the metal paths that align the garden, are several benches; this is where I find my daily source of strength and relaxation. As I sit on these barren benches made of rusted metal, various thoughts waver through my head and send me into a trance that blocks out reality. Thoughts of what I was before this whole incident…I was Michael, Michael Edwards Roberts; or just Mike as many would call me. I was a part-time accountant; you know, the whole tie, dress shirt, slack pants, and constantly answering the annoying phone that seemed to never stop ringing. It wasn’t anything amazing, but it helped me pay the bills and come home to a cozy apartment.
After I manage to pry myself back to reality, I pace slowly to my daughter’s and wife’s dorm. Their dorm is placed on the opposite side of the complex; this is because they are considered class three citizens, but I still manage to see them daily. Just like everyday, when I turn that final street lamp leading to my families dorm, I find my daughter sitting quietly on the front steps. She sits there, her knees embedded in her chin, sketching imaginary figures into the rusted metal with her outstretched finger. This is life as she knew it, metal upon metal and no knowledge of the outside world. When we entered the fallout, my wife was still gratefully carrying her within and months later, she was born. She is now seven and a half, as she would say proudly with her chin pointed into the air, and was growing up quickly.. She looks at me smiling; revealing a gap were a tooth noticeably escaped her presence, and to my expectation, she comes leaping into my arms grasping me tightly. Her warmth sent chills down my spine…something was different about today; I had a distinct feeling that this would be the last time I would see her. I clasped her tighter, her hair tangled between my fingers. She tried to pry herself from my grip, but I couldn’t help but hold on; if this was the very last time I would see her, I would want to remember this hug to my dismiss.
Moments later, I relaxed my muscles and let my daughter go. She pranced off into the main district fading away in the crowd of civilians. After regaining my composure, I wiped my shoes, and entered the dorm. My wife stood there, facing the opposite direction, unaware of my very presence; but that was to be expected, she was blind. She was not born with this horrible curse; in fact, she used to have perfect vision, unfortunately that all changed the day of the cataclysm. I remember it as if it was yesterday…we were sprinting to the subway stairs that led underground, and moments before we reached them, sounds of screams emitted from the city behind us; flames engulfed the skies and rays of disintegrating beams emerged from them, melting anything and everything that entered its path. My wife glanced back, at what would soon would be nothing but a memory, and at that very moment, a beam shot through the atmosphere and pierced through her eyes. In seconds, her eyes ruptured in a fiery burst and blood emerged, running out of her eyes as if she was crying. I managed to pull her away and escape down the hollow entry way leading to the subway.
I snuck up behind my beloved wife and quickly wrapped my arms around her, she jumped in both surprise and excitement and quickly turned around returning the favor.
“Ah Michael, thinking your clever sneaking up on a blind and helpless woman like myself!” She replied with several girly giggles that resembled a room of school girls looking at their most admired actor. She gave me a quick peck on my sore lips and then quickly untied her apron and tossed it to the side. “Was Mika waiting for you today hun?”
“As usual, in fact, she took off into the main district a couple of minutes ago.” She glanced into my eyes as if she could see them, and seemed to be looking for something…or perhaps she noticed something different about today as I did earlier. Her smile suddenly turned into a serious and empty expression. “Mike, is everything alright?”
“I am fine, today just seems,” I paused as if I was searching for the correct usage of words “different.” She looked at me again, this time squinting her eyes, “Well dear, have you felt like this before? Maybe its just an off day for you?”
“Perhaps…but I have felt this before,” I paused again, not knowing if I should tell her that this was the exact feeling I had the day of the cataclysm, “Its nothing Janette, I’ll be fine.” I kissed her forehead and walked to a nearby chair, I sat down, slumping as if all my life’s troubles had collapsed on me.
Oh and, i realize there is a lot of grammical issues and such, that will be fixed later, this is just a very rough draft.
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By Jason Gordy
Journal of a Fallout King
Most humans pass away not much after the age of their late 50s; this is a result of thick clouds of smog that plaques our world named Earth. A smog thicker then any dust storm, blacker then any night, and deadlier then any poison. This ‘smog’ drifts through our peace less land that once used to be full of assortments of colors that seemed to be picked randomly off of the color wheel. But now, our land is full of nothing but a maroon and barren land; no trees, grass, or any sign of human life for that matter. On the surface, no normal man could live past an hour without protective gear, because the ‘smog’ would fry and coat their insides full of the blackest disease known to any man; a disease that would eat up your insides and make you puke the darkest color of red and black until your heart bursts and your veins evaporate into a fine pigment of dust. Therefore, our people must live in fallout shelters dug deep within the rock-hard crust of our world. The fallout is protected by two reinforced, air-locked doors made out of the finest metal found on neighboring planets. This will protect our fellow people from the ‘smog’. The only ones allowed out of our fallout are sturdy men named “Scavengers”. They are responsible for bringing us shipments of food items and other useful materials that may be of use to us. I am, unfortunately a “Scavenger”; and I say unfortunately because I risk losing my life, my family, and my friends to bring them all assortments of unique items that I may collect on the surface. This is of course, a good thing, for’ I am considered a ‘hero’ among the people and my little daughter; who is no older then four with the biggest star-shot eyes any father could ask for, looks up to me and when I return, gives me the most precious hugs, better then any reward I am given from the ‘government’. The ‘government’ is not really a government at all; nothing like we used to have before this world was cursed. Instead, every member of the fallout is part of a council that has equal share in every argument and decision made.
It is my job to depart this settlement once every week. We leave equipped with (there are many “scavengers” that go in groups) a pocket full of bullets and a heavily modified rifle. We wear thick clothes to prevent the fumes of the atmosphere to contaminate our flesh and big, heavy gas masks. Each “scavenger” group heads out in a sturdy jeep. There is usually four “scavengers” in one group; one mans the mounted machine gun, one drives the jeep, one scopes out the area for any materials or caves, and the last one communicates on the radio to other caravans.
The surface of the planet is very rocky with several tall buildings still remaining. Many of the buildings have several pipes and gigantic metal rods extruding from their sides and all the glass windows have been blown out, from what seems like a heavy explosion. The ground is nothing but a thick coat of clayish-brown dirt that drifts easily in the winds. Many dead trees stand that reveal that there used to be a heavily thick forest and many rocks lay scattered around; though it is unable to tell if they are rocks or space debris. There is no water in sight, only small underground streams to produce our much needed resource.
Now you are probably wondering why there is a need to use heavy machine guns? Well, many of the organisms that did happen to survive the explosions and hazardous air, were genetically mutated into another species. Some examples of this could very well be defined in a simple rabbit. We do not call them a rabbit anymore, mostly because a ‘rabbit’ sounds too cuddly and soft for what it has evolved into. Their initial skin has been shredded off revealing a very grim and dirty under laying skin; it is very rugged and is very saturated colors of grays, browns, and reds. Their paws have grown claws that seem to curl into its own flesh and its beady eyes seem to breath flames itself. On the ‘rabbits’ back, small spikes have grown outlining the spinal cord. It now stands upright, still hopping as it moves; but it seems to be more of a leaping action instead.
Just like every week, I must go on this dreadful journey into the depths of our land and back, to hopefully, find materials we can ultimately use. This morning started out like any other; the obnoxious “BEE-ooo-BEE-ooo” sound of my Herbard IV, heavy duty, built in radio, alarm clock (though, the radio has no effect anymore). I need the alarm clock to be ‘heavy duty’, otherwise it would have been smashed into nothing but nuts and bolts from the slamming of my fist trying to turn the damned thing off; which is were the irony thrives, its not that the “BEE-ooo” sound is what wakes me up, it is the frequent pounding of my hand to the point where I am no longer tired. After my eyes finally rejoice and open, I proceed to slip into my attire. Common attire down in the fallout is very silky-white windbreakers; they usually consist of one or two more colors ranging from blacks to dark blues. We wear heavy strap on boots; the straps are very thick buckles and the toes of the boots are metal-plated. We wear leather gloves, those too silky-black. Last, but not least, we equip ourselves with our utility belt. The belt consists of a satchel and three small pockets. We usually carry around our pass card (we need this to gain access to many of the levels of the fallout depending on our rank), a walkie-talkie, and a small amount of money. Because I am a rank S, my card allows me to enter all areas of the fallout and grants me access to the outside world.
As I proceed out of my small, simple, yet effective dorm, I head out into the main district. Every person in the fallout is assigned a dorm, and most of them are designed exactly alike; so alike, that you could walk into somebody else’s dorm and not even realize it until they come storming in raising hell! Each dorm is arranged with a small bed that is bolted into the sides of the thick metal walls. There is a miniature toilet and sink in the far left corner and a tiny stove in the opposing side. Each room is lit with several radiant lights that flicker off and on randomly. The dorms are far from any home make-over etiquette, but they serve their purpose.
Outside, the main district bustles in activity; many people scurry by visiting the small stands that display various items. Although this is a fallout, life underground seems to go on just as if the cataclysm has never happened. Oh? Did I not mention the disaster that occurred on our sacred land? It was not but eight years ago…our world was in turmoil; The War of Hemispheres. It was called this; The War of Hemispheres, because it was frankly that, two sides of the world battling it out. Though, the war was fought by air, no infantry were initiated; thus, it was all by air. It was a nuclear war; destruction like no other, bombs and nuclear warheads dropping constantly. In fact, it was such a common activity, that people became used to it; death by the hundreds every hour, and people began to not even care about their life. Just as you all know, us humans are constantly striving for power and will not kneel to another until he has obtained it. And just that, we launched Operation Red-night. It was meant to only affect our opposing force, but instead, it caused a cataclysm so deadly, that instead of wiping them out, it in turn, completely covered our sun, created a deadly ‘smog’, and destroyed our atmosphere. Many of us were afraid this would happen and fled to hidden fallouts built deep within the cities subway systems. The cataclysm occurred on July 24th; it happened on a day like any other; bombs exploding and lighting up the nights sky…but then it happened, a light emitted so great that no sun could comprehend, it engulfed our sky as if burning up our very world, and in a matter of seconds, peoples eyes were burned from their very eye sockets and their flesh melted from their lifeless body. It was indeed, the day hell opened its doors to our world and destroyed man-kind as we knew it.
From the main district I find my self venturing along the small metal slabs that lead into the central garden. This is the only place I can find peace and the strength I will need for the hardships I know will come. The central garden, or “the garden of Eden” as some would call it, is the only place that we know of to contain plant life. The garden is aligned with several flowers ranging from roses to dandelions; each emitting their own source of energy and scents that embed the air. Such scents, that they seem to linger in the cold, drifting, moist air of the fallout. Many trees of various sorts are scattered around randomly and nice blends of grass are planted to fill in the empty spaces. Around the metal paths that align the garden, are several benches; this is where I find my daily source of strength and relaxation. As I sit on these barren benches made of rusted metal, various thoughts waver through my head and send me into a trance that blocks out reality. Thoughts of what I was before this whole incident…I was Michael, Michael Edwards Roberts; or just Mike as many would call me. I was a part-time accountant; you know, the whole tie, dress shirt, slack pants, and constantly answering the annoying phone that seemed to never stop ringing. It wasn’t anything amazing, but it helped me pay the bills and come home to a cozy apartment.
After I manage to pry myself back to reality, I pace slowly to my daughter’s and wife’s dorm. Their dorm is placed on the opposite side of the complex; this is because they are considered class three citizens, but I still manage to see them daily. Just like everyday, when I turn that final street lamp leading to my families dorm, I find my daughter sitting quietly on the front steps. She sits there, her knees embedded in her chin, sketching imaginary figures into the rusted metal with her outstretched finger. This is life as she knew it, metal upon metal and no knowledge of the outside world. When we entered the fallout, my wife was still gratefully carrying her within and months later, she was born. She is now seven and a half, as she would say proudly with her chin pointed into the air, and was growing up quickly.. She looks at me smiling; revealing a gap were a tooth noticeably escaped her presence, and to my expectation, she comes leaping into my arms grasping me tightly. Her warmth sent chills down my spine…something was different about today; I had a distinct feeling that this would be the last time I would see her. I clasped her tighter, her hair tangled between my fingers. She tried to pry herself from my grip, but I couldn’t help but hold on; if this was the very last time I would see her, I would want to remember this hug to my dismiss.
Moments later, I relaxed my muscles and let my daughter go. She pranced off into the main district fading away in the crowd of civilians. After regaining my composure, I wiped my shoes, and entered the dorm. My wife stood there, facing the opposite direction, unaware of my very presence; but that was to be expected, she was blind. She was not born with this horrible curse; in fact, she used to have perfect vision, unfortunately that all changed the day of the cataclysm. I remember it as if it was yesterday…we were sprinting to the subway stairs that led underground, and moments before we reached them, sounds of screams emitted from the city behind us; flames engulfed the skies and rays of disintegrating beams emerged from them, melting anything and everything that entered its path. My wife glanced back, at what would soon would be nothing but a memory, and at that very moment, a beam shot through the atmosphere and pierced through her eyes. In seconds, her eyes ruptured in a fiery burst and blood emerged, running out of her eyes as if she was crying. I managed to pull her away and escape down the hollow entry way leading to the subway.
I snuck up behind my beloved wife and quickly wrapped my arms around her, she jumped in both surprise and excitement and quickly turned around returning the favor.
“Ah Michael, thinking your clever sneaking up on a blind and helpless woman like myself!” She replied with several girly giggles that resembled a room of school girls looking at their most admired actor. She gave me a quick peck on my sore lips and then quickly untied her apron and tossed it to the side. “Was Mika waiting for you today hun?”
“As usual, in fact, she took off into the main district a couple of minutes ago.” She glanced into my eyes as if she could see them, and seemed to be looking for something…or perhaps she noticed something different about today as I did earlier. Her smile suddenly turned into a serious and empty expression. “Mike, is everything alright?”
“I am fine, today just seems,” I paused as if I was searching for the correct usage of words “different.” She looked at me again, this time squinting her eyes, “Well dear, have you felt like this before? Maybe its just an off day for you?”
“Perhaps…but I have felt this before,” I paused again, not knowing if I should tell her that this was the exact feeling I had the day of the cataclysm, “Its nothing Janette, I’ll be fine.” I kissed her forehead and walked to a nearby chair, I sat down, slumping as if all my life’s troubles had collapsed on me.
Remember, there is still time for several plot twists
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