“In A Time Of Despair…”

“When Hope Is A Luxury”

“Think Of Me Brother…”

“And I Will Think Of You”

CHAPTER ONE – Indulgence


Inside a half destroyed, blackened building…

Night has fallen…

And one secured room holds a man in a tight-ish white leather bikers suit, with a black stripe down one side.

His helmet is removed, also white, but with the numbers 1, 2 and 3 running across the front in black

The man that sits by a bonfire in the middle of what used to be a high end stock exchange office, opens a can of beans with his sharpened buck knife.

Outside his locked door, the hallway is filled with torn up mutant survivors from the many chemical explosions that occurred over the previous three months time.

The month is September… And the man’s hair is sandy blond.


…the man thought as he dug a spoon… His only spoon, into the uncooked beans.

“I dated a girl born in September once… What was her name.”


Suddenly there is a bang on the door…

One of the mutants probably smells the food.

The man is named Kore…

And he has no interest in what lays beyond the walls of this building.

Though he often leaves to find foot etc…

…Kore looks over at a huge stack of canned beans…

…his latest haul would hold him over for weeks.

Outside in the city… The flying military police ships fill the night.

There brash beams of lights coming down upon the streets below, well snipers within the vessel sniper mutants dead.

…But there are so many.

Deep within the walls of the City Counsel building… Dark, scheming men pull, and tear at a map of the city…

…each trying to claim more territory for themselves.

“What about that building?” speaks a rather dim man in short brown hair.

“Ha… That’s where the light one is… You won’t be wanting to stir that,” speaks an ugly, scraggly looking fellow picking at his teeth.

“Light one? What are you talking about,” replies the dim man.

“That’s a myth Jaros… None have seen hide, nor hair of any ‘light one’,” interjects a man known as Sam.

Sam is a fairly good looking 50 something looking fellow… Part Archeologist… Part Physicist.

But none of the others in the room, totaling 50, know of his resume’.

What would be the point of telling this lot of vicious, power hungry scavengers…


“If it’s a myth… Why has no one claimed that building?” asks the dim one, whose now spoken enough to deserve a name… His name is Joseph.

“Mutants… Hundreds of them have gathered in that building,” speaks a rough looking fellow in a black safari hat, and jacket… One eye, a glass one, covered by a patch. This one is known only as Scout.

“But for the right price… Me and my men will help you clear it out,” he continues.

“You’ve got a deal… Uh… What was your name?” asked Joseph.

With this the man stands, now visible are two sawed of Lazor Cannon R300’s strapped to his back…

“The name’s Scout… And we’ll leave in an hour.”


PICTURE CREDIT – Post Apocalyptic

One Response to “Lights”

  1. Another mesmerising story

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