Author Topic: Wasteland: Evolved (innawoods) NO SLOTS LEFT  (Read 20636 times)


I finally catch up with everybody else after oversleeping. "Hey guys, the forget we doing today?"

"helluva way to greet a person you just met." I shake his hand, "I'm Clay. No time for stories right now." I push the power lever up a tad and begin rolling slowly towards the end of the lousy runway.
"Where are we going? To the safe-zone in Canada?"

"Where are we going? To the safe-zone in Canada?"
"Safe-zone? Is there any resistance getting there?"

"Safe-zone? Is there any resistance getting there?"
we're all in different places bro

"Safe-zone? Is there any resistance getting there?"
wtf you aren't in the plane with us nig

wtf you aren't in the plane with us nig
ok.
I see a car parked on the street. I decide to take the car. I bash the driver side window open with my elbow and get in. I hotwire the car and get on the highway. There are signs that say "CANADA. 900 MILES." I head in that direction.

I wake up, groaning from sleeping so awkwardly. I have only slept for about 20 minutes. I get up and start walking out the door and take out my protein bar. I continue walking down the street, looking for any other survivors. It's been lonely since the war, a whole street of people I don't know would be better then this.

Almost to the highway, I see Devan (epicduke) ahead. I turn on the headlights and shine them in his direction.

Almost to the highway, I see Devan (epicduke) ahead. I turn on the headlights and shine them in his direction.
yo yo yo
I thought it was morning here.
Oh well.

I squint, trying to see what and where that that light was coming from. I could make out the shape of a car.
"Who's there!?"

I step out of the car and make a beckoning gesture towards me. "I don't mean to hurt you!"

I take the 2 Beer cans out of my backpack and hold them down in the river. "So you were just waiting to blow up whoever came along?"

"Defending my camp.  It'd be harder to defend my camp if I weren't looking in the direction where people came from, or if they could see me for that matter."

"Defending my camp.  It'd be harder to defend my camp if I weren't looking in the direction where people came from, or if they could see me for that matter."
"Ah, makes sense." After about a minute of holding the beer in the river, I take it out. I take a seat on a tree stump and crack open one of the cans. I gesture to the other seat with the other beer can.

Alex grunts, walking toward the seat and sitting down, the seat being a small rock.  He cracks the can open, taking out his multi tool and pulling the pliers out.  He punches a hole in the top of the can, and puts the tool away.  He then begins to drink it.