Bombed Suburbs
1600hrs
The attack had lasted only a few minutes although one could think it had been several days. All around building had begun to crumble, those lucky enough not to be obliterated in the intal onslought. Most were full of wholes in the roofs and additions missing, quite the picture of a ghost town. At one point it was full of people, now it sat a wasteland. Henry hadn't witnessed it himself, yet looking around at the landscape infront of him he could image. It was likely the quick work of a few cruise missiles, positioned throughout the city. Most of the buidlings were cumbling wrecks, shadows of what was probably a nice nieghborhood back before the "iccedent." As he continued through the crumbling wreck of homes he came across what was once a school. It now sat a mess, several floors had caved in on themselfs, the remaned sat in disarray, debies scatter through the halls. It was slightly larger than the other buidlings, and could have been used for a vantage points to over look the rest of the town. But the steep sidings of the walls, and the unstablness of it all caused for caution. The risk was high above the reward and so he continued. He did however note the winding halls and passage ways created, which of needed could be used for a hiding place, should he be turned away.
As Henry continued down the strip of cracked tar, he noticed what looked to be a small gas station. It was a wonder it hadn't been destroyed in the intial blasts although there was always a chance it could. He stopped for a moment to exiam his supplies. Taking refuge behind the burned out wreckage of a car, he careful unslung his rifle leaning it agianst the door. With his rifle now out of the way he unslung a small blue backpack of his shoulders. He had found it in a house a few blocks back, and carried what little supplies he had left. After the safe house had been raided by government troops we was left with barely a days worth of supplies and he was running low as it was. Sifting through the bag he found thrid filled bottle of water, some energy bars and a few rifle rounds. He carefully pulled the bottle out unscrewing the cap and making sure it was carefuly place in his off hand. He was living off no more than a few onces a day and he needed the water. It took every bit of stregnth in his body not to gulp down what remained of the water. Careful screwing the cap back on he placed it into his pack, and prepared to search the gas station. Upon entering he found many of the shelfs and doors broken and dented. Some of it was due to the attack, but likely it was in the panic to gather supplies. A quick search releaved a few items that had been overlooked. A can of ice tea, and some seeds were among the stuff work keeping, and we quickly tucked away in his bag.
The find of food at the Gas station was a lucky break for Henry. The past few days had shown nothing but bombed out house by bombed out house. Some of them were in better shape and prompted the idea of settling. Yet the memories of the previous safe house still stayed with him. It also wasn't like he had much anyways. Granted he was to find another source of food, and that was likely, he had near two days worth if he planned right. Yet accourding to the beaten up map he carried in his vest, it was another 5 days walk until he arrived in the camp, that was if it was still there. Time had pasted since he entered the small suburben town, and it was likely near dark. However the thick fog had given off the apperence of a constant dusk, no matter what type of day. Overhead, a strange sound had begun to form, like a distant rolling thunder. The first insticnt popping into Henry's head was the thought of a storm. The buidlings would provide some cover, but there was always the chance they could collapse if the rain was too hard. The other problem was lack of clothes. He only wore the clothes on his back and any lose of them would mean certian deaths. A fire was one way to help, but it would hard to find proper materials given the conditions of the homes. But as he kept listening the roar grew close, as it became the all too familar sound of jet engines. He glanced towards the sky, trying to pick out the body of the aircraft from the darkened clouds yet he had no luck. He now began walking faster hoping to come to catch a glimpse of the aircraft. It was likely sent from the camp to pick up survivors Lucky he thought to himself. They would be arriving in the camp, under the protection of soldiers, given meals, fresh clothes and a place to stay the nights to follow. He loathed them, almost to the point he tripped over a small crack in the road. As he brushed himself off from the fall he looked towards the sky, to notice a small Orange light in the distance, no more than 50m away. It was likely a airdrops for any survivors of the town. He now picked up his pace and he moved towards the glowing signal...
1600hrs
The attack had lasted only a few minutes although one could think it had been several days. All around building had begun to crumble, those lucky enough not to be obliterated in the intal onslought. Most were full of wholes in the roofs and additions missing, quite the picture of a ghost town. At one point it was full of people, now it sat a wasteland. Henry hadn't witnessed it himself, yet looking around at the landscape infront of him he could image. It was likely the quick work of a few cruise missiles, positioned throughout the city. Most of the buidlings were cumbling wrecks, shadows of what was probably a nice nieghborhood back before the "iccedent." As he continued through the crumbling wreck of homes he came across what was once a school. It now sat a mess, several floors had caved in on themselfs, the remaned sat in disarray, debies scatter through the halls. It was slightly larger than the other buidlings, and could have been used for a vantage points to over look the rest of the town. But the steep sidings of the walls, and the unstablness of it all caused for caution. The risk was high above the reward and so he continued. He did however note the winding halls and passage ways created, which of needed could be used for a hiding place, should he be turned away.
As Henry continued down the strip of cracked tar, he noticed what looked to be a small gas station. It was a wonder it hadn't been destroyed in the intial blasts although there was always a chance it could. He stopped for a moment to exiam his supplies. Taking refuge behind the burned out wreckage of a car, he careful unslung his rifle leaning it agianst the door. With his rifle now out of the way he unslung a small blue backpack of his shoulders. He had found it in a house a few blocks back, and carried what little supplies he had left. After the safe house had been raided by government troops we was left with barely a days worth of supplies and he was running low as it was. Sifting through the bag he found thrid filled bottle of water, some energy bars and a few rifle rounds. He carefully pulled the bottle out unscrewing the cap and making sure it was carefuly place in his off hand. He was living off no more than a few onces a day and he needed the water. It took every bit of stregnth in his body not to gulp down what remained of the water. Careful screwing the cap back on he placed it into his pack, and prepared to search the gas station. Upon entering he found many of the shelfs and doors broken and dented. Some of it was due to the attack, but likely it was in the panic to gather supplies. A quick search releaved a few items that had been overlooked. A can of ice tea, and some seeds were among the stuff work keeping, and we quickly tucked away in his bag.
The find of food at the Gas station was a lucky break for Henry. The past few days had shown nothing but bombed out house by bombed out house. Some of them were in better shape and prompted the idea of settling. Yet the memories of the previous safe house still stayed with him. It also wasn't like he had much anyways. Granted he was to find another source of food, and that was likely, he had near two days worth if he planned right. Yet accourding to the beaten up map he carried in his vest, it was another 5 days walk until he arrived in the camp, that was if it was still there. Time had pasted since he entered the small suburben town, and it was likely near dark. However the thick fog had given off the apperence of a constant dusk, no matter what type of day. Overhead, a strange sound had begun to form, like a distant rolling thunder. The first insticnt popping into Henry's head was the thought of a storm. The buidlings would provide some cover, but there was always the chance they could collapse if the rain was too hard. The other problem was lack of clothes. He only wore the clothes on his back and any lose of them would mean certian deaths. A fire was one way to help, but it would hard to find proper materials given the conditions of the homes. But as he kept listening the roar grew close, as it became the all too familar sound of jet engines. He glanced towards the sky, trying to pick out the body of the aircraft from the darkened clouds yet he had no luck. He now began walking faster hoping to come to catch a glimpse of the aircraft. It was likely sent from the camp to pick up survivors Lucky he thought to himself. They would be arriving in the camp, under the protection of soldiers, given meals, fresh clothes and a place to stay the nights to follow. He loathed them, almost to the point he tripped over a small crack in the road. As he brushed himself off from the fall he looked towards the sky, to notice a small Orange light in the distance, no more than 50m away. It was likely a airdrops for any survivors of the town. He now picked up his pace and he moved towards the glowing signal...
Here's a sample of what I assume Zaea wants, it doesn't have to be quite as long but I think you get the just
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