<span style="font-style: italic">War. War never changes. <br/><br/>The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones<br/><br/>On the 23rd of October 2077, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. In two hours was the earth cleansed in nuclear fire. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth. <br/><br/>A quiet darkness had fallen across the planet, lasting many years. In the great wasteland that had once been the capital of the British Commonwealth, the few survivors that had emerged was now struggling to survive in this new world. Slowly small communities stared to dot the wasteland, but the wasteland was not a safe place for anyone...<br/></span><br/>**********<br/><br/>The Kentex wastes.<br/><br/>That was what the locals of the wasteland called what once before the war was the counties of Kent, Sussex and London but was now noting more then a blasted landscape.<br/><br/>Along an old road, that had its hard surface cracked and broken by the flow of time, did a small caravan travel up north towards a great silver metal dome that was visible in the horizon, London.<br/><br/>The city of London the one intact city in the entire wasteland, intact but far from safe. The entire city was a radiation zone the close you go to the centre and the metal dome the more radiation.<br/><br/>The caravan consisted of a wagon dragged by a creature that resembled a two headed cow and five people, three of them were clearly caravan guards as they moved ahead of the caravan with weapons drawn, of the other two were the one riding the wagon clearly to owner of the caravan and the last one did stand out among the other four.<br/><br/>â€œYou know lass there arenâ€™t many who ask to follow us to the Club.â€ It was the owner who spoke to the fifth member of the caravan, a young woman who was wearing black uniform like clothes that had been worn buy wastes.<br/><br/>She sighed, this was a conversation that had repeated it self several times over the journey.<br/>â€œMost just see them as snobs who think they are better then the rest of us.â€ The owner continued ignoring the young womanâ€™s exception. â€œYou know, acting all high and might. But of course they do have good trade. And we Seekers never say no to good trade.â€<br/><br/>The woman looked up at him wishing that something, anything would make him stop running his mouth no stop. There is one thing you have to remember about the Kentex wastes, when you wish for something it will not always happen the way you expect.<br/><br/>BLAM!<br/><br/><br/>His head exploded in a colourful display of gore and blood that sprayed over the woman's face as the sound of a gunshot echoed in the distance. Time seamed to crawl to a stop as she just stood there watch the owners body fall of the wagon in a twitching motions, everything happened so fast after that.<br/><br/>There was several loud explosions and the sound of gunfire, and before she knew it she was taking cover behind the remains of the wagon with the only remaining caravan guard. The guard looked over the side of the overturned wagon taking a few shoots at the attackers, raiders.<br/><br/>They were well equipped and many of them, after the initial attack had calmed down some did they mostly just take a few pot shots at them behind the wagon laughing loudly intent on prolonging there fun. But there was something about this that she knew that it would not take long before they grew tired what wanted some new 'entertainment.'<br/><br/>Once again did the wasteland show its cruel face as she looked around the corner of the wagon and saw one of the raider with a large metal tube on his shoulder, it took a few moment for her to register what the raider was carrying but the distinct roar of the missile launcher firing woke her from her thought.<br/><br/>FUCK!<br/><br/>The shock wave of the explosion knocked her several feet away, as the wagon and the guard was completely destroyed as the missile impacted its target. The world was growing dark she could hear several of the rough voices of the raider around her taking about what 'fun' they would have with her, finally the world became black and the wasteland faded away in to nothingness.