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6/25/2025, 5:14:51 PM
>>95947909
This is a first draft, vibes based, and not proof read. So sorry if it is a ramble or redundant.
>Gifted
I was always more curious than most freaks of the undercity. My momma would tell me to stay in the communities where it's safe, do my assigned work, and stay alive. But it wasn't enough to sate my restlessness.
I was recruited by some teens my age, once I turned 12. We would do short stints at odd hours to the deeper remnants of the old world, searching for canned food, and whatever goodies remained. It was dangerous, the mutant creatures were much higher in concentration, but slowly I adapted.
I became close friends with the other girl my age in the group
>Alice
who shared a passion of mine: discovering the old way of life. We loved to find old music, art, or simply tapes of people talking. We struggled to understand the old English, but sometimes we could follow along. We'd make up theories about what an 'artifact' was used for, often insane and wrong, but it drove us to seek out more.
One expedition went south. A group of us, ten in total, went deeper than we had before. It seemed like the area was residential, once. Some theorized we were close to touching Mother Earth herself, though in a concrete jungle it is impossible to know.
We all proceeded down a hidden ladder, busted down a few doors, and found a large group perfectly preserved in ash. It seems like they met their demise in the midst of some sort of orgy combined with worship? Some of the fellas thought this was funny and began to mess with the corpses and make jokes. Alice and I were more interested in the books on the shelf in the room, a rare commodity. But upon opening one, a silver light flooded the room and we lost consciousness.
When we awoke, we were surrounded by our ailing companions. Some had tentacles masses growing out of them, others had their bodies untouched, but with a look of horror on their faces. All were dead.
This is a first draft, vibes based, and not proof read. So sorry if it is a ramble or redundant.
>Gifted
I was always more curious than most freaks of the undercity. My momma would tell me to stay in the communities where it's safe, do my assigned work, and stay alive. But it wasn't enough to sate my restlessness.
I was recruited by some teens my age, once I turned 12. We would do short stints at odd hours to the deeper remnants of the old world, searching for canned food, and whatever goodies remained. It was dangerous, the mutant creatures were much higher in concentration, but slowly I adapted.
I became close friends with the other girl my age in the group
>Alice
who shared a passion of mine: discovering the old way of life. We loved to find old music, art, or simply tapes of people talking. We struggled to understand the old English, but sometimes we could follow along. We'd make up theories about what an 'artifact' was used for, often insane and wrong, but it drove us to seek out more.
One expedition went south. A group of us, ten in total, went deeper than we had before. It seemed like the area was residential, once. Some theorized we were close to touching Mother Earth herself, though in a concrete jungle it is impossible to know.
We all proceeded down a hidden ladder, busted down a few doors, and found a large group perfectly preserved in ash. It seems like they met their demise in the midst of some sort of orgy combined with worship? Some of the fellas thought this was funny and began to mess with the corpses and make jokes. Alice and I were more interested in the books on the shelf in the room, a rare commodity. But upon opening one, a silver light flooded the room and we lost consciousness.
When we awoke, we were surrounded by our ailing companions. Some had tentacles masses growing out of them, others had their bodies untouched, but with a look of horror on their faces. All were dead.
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