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It wasn't supposed to be like this. The world had moved on and forgot them here. A few hundred years back, the war has decimated society. Mankind had used weapons so advanced, and so savage that the land had been left scarred, and many mutations had evolved. There had been genetic warfare, nuclear disasters, and weapons that manipulated energy and matter itself. No one alive now could recall the reason for the war, and history keeping was a lost art. Now, life was only about survival for countless masses.
The world had many settlements come and gone over the years. There were a few larger strongholds scattered throughout the sacred lands, but unless you were born there you would never be accepted. Outsiders were too risky; there was a risk of disease, mutation, and psychopathy. There were countless tribes that practiced brutal behaviors. Additionally, many living in these strongholds found them too repressive, or morally conflicting, and families had left.
Ruins of large cities held the worst of humanity. The signs of these cities long since worn away, the names of them hardly discernable to those who could read. Reading was no longer a necessity, and many couldn't nor even knew about it. Deep inside the bowels of large cities, mutant humans ran amongst the shadows. Genetically deformed from the nuclear fallout the mutants, or mutties, minds had slipped. Many of the mutties formed cult-like followings and practiced brutal behaviors and beliefs. Cities like this were to be avoided at all costs.
Humankind wasn't the only challenge this new world presented. The land was scarred, the world moved on. Storms of all kinds savaged the land. Some storms were simply brutal in their ferocity, others rained down substances that burned skin, sucked the air from one's lungs, and tainted crops. Those storms could be seen miles out by the ominous green glow that announced their coming. Other lands were ravaged by endless droughts, leaving an unforgiving and barren wasteland. The world was a savage place now.
Nestled north of a city now referred to as Oleans, Rionna had established a small farmstead after years of wandering. Her family had left a stronghold when she was a young child, and now her parents were long since cold and in the ground. Rionna had lost a few homes over the years to warring factions, monstrous storms, or whatever threat would tumble her way. This homestead was far enough from any stronghold that she felt comfortable investing time in putting down roots. Strongholds stayed far away from any of the major cities due to the threat the mutties posed, but in the time Rionna had stayed here she'd learned the mutties never ventured far from their cozy dumps. The place had clearly been established by a wealthy human years prior and had since fallen into a state of disrepair. The once beautifully polished wood was now stained and dusty, and the place had lost much of its shine, but it was still a more beautiful home than Rionna ever had.
Grumbling, Rionna pulled her mule from the ruined stable and into the two-leveled house as the telling green glow moved closer. The roof on the stable wasn't reliable enough to keep the animals safe from the contaminated rain, so they'd room with her tonight. She really needed to get on repairing that, but there was so much other work to do in a day it was hard to find the energy. The home was rather large for just her, and the second level overlooked the first in an open layout. The home resembled a beautiful log home and had a massive fireplace for the cold nights.
With her animals settled in safely, Rionna took to laying the tarp over her crops. More than once a good harvest had been ruined by the storms, and she had long since learned a good way to protect the crop. She'd been pulling the heavy tarp along with her as she walked the crops when she noticed him. A man laying amongst the crop. Dropping her tarp, Rionna's hand settled on the blade she kept on her belt. No one would dare walk this world unarmed, and a young woman living alone had long since learned to always be armed.
Drawing her blade, she approached the man and used the flat side of the blade to nudge at him to see if he was even alive.
The world had many settlements come and gone over the years. There were a few larger strongholds scattered throughout the sacred lands, but unless you were born there you would never be accepted. Outsiders were too risky; there was a risk of disease, mutation, and psychopathy. There were countless tribes that practiced brutal behaviors. Additionally, many living in these strongholds found them too repressive, or morally conflicting, and families had left.
Ruins of large cities held the worst of humanity. The signs of these cities long since worn away, the names of them hardly discernable to those who could read. Reading was no longer a necessity, and many couldn't nor even knew about it. Deep inside the bowels of large cities, mutant humans ran amongst the shadows. Genetically deformed from the nuclear fallout the mutants, or mutties, minds had slipped. Many of the mutties formed cult-like followings and practiced brutal behaviors and beliefs. Cities like this were to be avoided at all costs.
Humankind wasn't the only challenge this new world presented. The land was scarred, the world moved on. Storms of all kinds savaged the land. Some storms were simply brutal in their ferocity, others rained down substances that burned skin, sucked the air from one's lungs, and tainted crops. Those storms could be seen miles out by the ominous green glow that announced their coming. Other lands were ravaged by endless droughts, leaving an unforgiving and barren wasteland. The world was a savage place now.
Nestled north of a city now referred to as Oleans, Rionna had established a small farmstead after years of wandering. Her family had left a stronghold when she was a young child, and now her parents were long since cold and in the ground. Rionna had lost a few homes over the years to warring factions, monstrous storms, or whatever threat would tumble her way. This homestead was far enough from any stronghold that she felt comfortable investing time in putting down roots. Strongholds stayed far away from any of the major cities due to the threat the mutties posed, but in the time Rionna had stayed here she'd learned the mutties never ventured far from their cozy dumps. The place had clearly been established by a wealthy human years prior and had since fallen into a state of disrepair. The once beautifully polished wood was now stained and dusty, and the place had lost much of its shine, but it was still a more beautiful home than Rionna ever had.
Grumbling, Rionna pulled her mule from the ruined stable and into the two-leveled house as the telling green glow moved closer. The roof on the stable wasn't reliable enough to keep the animals safe from the contaminated rain, so they'd room with her tonight. She really needed to get on repairing that, but there was so much other work to do in a day it was hard to find the energy. The home was rather large for just her, and the second level overlooked the first in an open layout. The home resembled a beautiful log home and had a massive fireplace for the cold nights.
With her animals settled in safely, Rionna took to laying the tarp over her crops. More than once a good harvest had been ruined by the storms, and she had long since learned a good way to protect the crop. She'd been pulling the heavy tarp along with her as she walked the crops when she noticed him. A man laying amongst the crop. Dropping her tarp, Rionna's hand settled on the blade she kept on her belt. No one would dare walk this world unarmed, and a young woman living alone had long since learned to always be armed.
Drawing her blade, she approached the man and used the flat side of the blade to nudge at him to see if he was even alive.
The world has all but ended. Civilizations crumbled due to the disaster, genetic mutants run rampant among the remains of large city civilizations, and most survivors live in small encampments after banding together for safety. My character lives isolated by herself, and one day your character pops up looking for help. After allowing him to take refuge for a night, my character kicks him to the curb but he can't seem to stop coming back. Wanting to convince my character that people are worth being with, he continues to push each day as he starts to fall in love.