After The Fallout - Chapter 19 now up 4/10/07
The Mule:
The mutants initiated their attack from the crop-field. Fire raged that night as they burned the crops.
Horrible creatures with wings and deformed bodies howling in the fire-light. Some of 'em not even smart enough to get out of the crop fields as they burned.
Their primal screams of terror carried throughout the night.
The lead mutant, with mechanical appendages clicking at whoever it could reach, wreaked of a horrible smell. I'll never forget the smell. Just as I'll never forget the smell of burning flesh. Our elders told us stories of burning flesh. Fire from the sky did it to them.
They overwhelmed the men of our villiage who faught valiantly to protect our homes.
The mutants attacked not only with iron and steel...but magical fire. Such creatures must surely be spawn from hell...
It was a total slaughter. Our villiage destroyed within an hour. Everyone died. Except us.
My brother Bobby and I hid in an old root cellar. Our father hid us inside before he went to meet his own hideous death at the hands of those demons.
We held each other through the night....long after the carnage was done. We didn't dare peak out until morning.
For some reason I remembered a story from my Grandma. Something about talking to the scarecrow. When all is lost...talk to the scarecrow. Next morning, when we peaked out and saw our villiage destroyed, I went to that scarecrow. Looking around carefully to make sure they weren't out there...watching. Waiting.
Take my hand Mr Scarecrow...I need help now. WE need help now.
Did the scarecrow respond? Or was that just the wind rustling through the leaves....
I listened closer to be sure....
What was I doing? This dumb old scarecrow wasn't going to say anything! What am I thinking? Listening to the ramblings of a crazy old woman! I'm still a silly schoolgirl, aren't I? Take that Mr. Scarecrow!!
The scarecrow fell over as I kicked him and his clothes fell into disarray. That's when I noticed that the main pole that serves as his body was somehow very strange. It was topped with an ugly goblin-head...I grabbed the pole, wanting to smash it into tiny bits.
But something felt strange as I lifted it over my head. There was a flash of light from the sky. Brighter than lightning. It washed over me and I felt a surge of power coming from the pole.
A warmth filled my body and lifted all the sorrow. My head felt dizzy, but my legs held. Bright lights flashed before my eyes. Suddenly I felt powerful. And i felt direction. Suddenly there was something I needed to do. Someplace I needed to go. Far from here.
I called out for Bobby. He'd gone on his own to look for survivors. Where did he suddenly get THAT courage from? He's always been afraid of his own shadow. We managed to scrounge a bit of food and loaded a barrel into one of the wagons. Miraculously the mutants didn't kill all the horses. Didn't destroy all the wagons. Dumb creatures. If I had been them, I'd have....stop! Now where were THOSE thoughts coming from? I could never be like them. I could never kill! Well....strangling a chicken for a meal is different. Isn't it?
Well, there's only one thing left to do, and that's leave this place. Get to the city where people are safer in numbers. Some other reason to go there...but I can't place why. But as God is my witness I will find out why, or my name isn't Darlyn O' Brien!
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Darlyn is a teen version of DL Mulsow's self sim
Chapter 4 will be up very soon....sorry for the wait.
Bev in NY:
this keeps gettin better and better i like it mule.....intriguing
Buffy:
loved it mule, absolutely fantabulous... it has a feeling like " the stand"..You mustve had fun making those mutants. I cant wait till the next instalment.
Sweetdey26:
I agree it is getting better and better. The pictures are fantastic! Excellent Job!
Elven_Song:
Very nice. You must've had fun making and decorating all the mutants. I know I would have.
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