WWIII - Naerianu & Dipper [Closed][NSFW]

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  1. Far off automatic gunfire, the smell of gunpowder and smoke wafting through the air. These were the things most people were waking up to in Russia now adays, despite the ruined landscape. Jera was asleep in her tent, multiple blankets ontop of her already clothed body, it was getting colder with the approach of winter, and that always meant tighter restrictions on rations and supplies. Despite this, the soldiers who continued to fight preferred it over trying to make it in the ruined world alone, even if it meant a quicker death.

    Opening her eyes slowly, she took a deep breath and began to cough, "S-Shit.." She could smell the gunpowder and smoke through the gas mask, her filter was done.. Quickly rumaging through a faded army green bag near by she pulled out a new filter, tearing it out of its sealed package and quickly replacing the used up on. Taking a few deep breaths she sighed, how long had she been inhaling the contaminated air in her sleep?..

    Grabbing her Famas, she crawled out of the tent and looked towards the sky, grey and cloudy like usual.. The nuclear war hadnt just ruined the ground, the atmosphere had been in a state of constant overcast, and even when it rained, the rain would burn exposed skin. This was what the world had become, a mostly barren radioactive wasteland. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just the bombs, but the fact they targeted nuclear power plants ensured the meltdowns would spread a much longer lasting radioactivity around the globe.

    Most had adapted, as long as they had enough filters.. The few decontaminated places were so overcrowded and full of violence it seemed a toss up to either seek them out, or continue fighting a war that was long over. Even the sides werent so clearly defined. Sure the two major countries had been America and Russia, but nationality didnt mean as much anymore.

    Jera herself was half Japanese and Russian, but the forces she had remained with had found itself bringing on Americans, Russians, anyone and everyone. It wasnt about whose country was better anymore, it had simply become about feeling superior in a savage world. It seemed humanity was still bent on total destruction, they had not learned.
     
  2. The barrel of the AG-3 smoked following three consecutive shots into the abdomen of a scavenger. He could have let it slide, let the scavenger wander into enemy territory and let them deal with him, but Matthias' temper was riled and hot, itching along his right arm and making his trigger finger twitch with anticipation. He sniffed and lowered the weapon as the scavenger hit the ground with a thump, his lip upturning in a disgusted sneer.

    Matthias rarely spent time so far out and close to he outpost, but his daily rounds seem to have taken him beyond his regular path. Scavengers with no allegiance were roaming closer to the encampments lately, picking off new kids and taking their assigned rations for that day. There was little else he could do other than make sure to keep an eye out for the scraggly, makeshift clothing of a scavenger or rogue.

    He stepped around the body. No mask, face exposed and wrecked beyond recognition. Yellowed, bloodshot eyes. Matthias wondered if it was his mask the man was after, and not food or shelter.

    It made no difference, because the man was dead all the same.
     
  3. Slinging the Famas to her back, Jera headed towards the mess tent for her daily rations, and briefly wondered if the showers were working today.. Before she was even able to get to the tent, someone who may have been an officer at one point stopped her, "Jera..Got an assignment for you." Sighing she turned to look at the man, a small voice projection unit allowing them to speak more clearly to one another. "..What, go scavenge?.." She said dryly, clearly irritated by this interruption, even her stomach growled softly. "..Well, yes, and no.." He started, narrowing his eyes at her, "You're to scout near the enemy base about 2 clicks from here, and report back any holes in their patrols, defenses..if you come back." Jera felt a twinge at the corner of her lip, biting words welling up in her throat, but the desire to eat today stopped them from becoming verbal. "..Yes sir" was all she could say, lowly, before turning and storming into the mess tent.

    The 'officer' walked off, shaking his head. Most of the scouts he sent, never returned, either sniped or otherwise disposed of. Once Jera had gotten her rations for the day and had eaten, she packed her small bag with ammo, more filters and the rest of her rations. It was a small pack that rested against the small of her back, and it would have to do for now. Setting off, she held her Famas ready, one couldn't be too careful out here, whether it was the enemy, or desperate scavengers, anyone and everyone was looking for an easy take down.
     
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