Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Story part 2: Welcome to Vegas

I raise my head and look around, a few more poeple have joined me since I first came in this small, run down church. Each of these people come here every day hoping that their gods will answer them and grant their desires. I get up and leave the building, blinded for a few seconds as my eyes adjust to the sun. When things come into focus, I see the outskirts of a city slowly being taken back by the deserts that it once dominated. Welcome to Las Vegas the sign reads as I walk into town, seeking out Thor's General Store. He is one of the few people I can tolerate in this world, not to mention I get steady buisness from him. In front of me is a 10 foot tall wall, the protective wall around the city meant to keep out the... freaks... from the wastes. I walk up to the giant door and am met by one of the guards of Vegas. He is a huge man, built up from military training and super steroids developed by the few remaining chemists.

"Hey, Frank" I say, flashing my I.D. badge.

"Hello, Mr. Xeno. Coming in to trade?"

"Not today, I have a special job. Just coming to get the info and them I'm a ghost."

"Alright then, I'll get Red to open the gate. HEY RED, WE'VE GOT ANOTHER ONE COMING THROUGH!"

I hear the whine of a motor kick on and the gates slowly begin to open.

"Oh, and Mr. Xeno. If you happen across any fine jewelry while on your little treck I would pay well for it. My anniversary is coming up and I'd like to get the wife something special."

"I'll keep a look out for anything. See ya later Frank."

I walk though the open gates and hear them close behind me. looking around I see the terrible degridation of the city. walking down the streets i first notice the smell, a combination of smoke from machines and human waste. Then I am met with the sights of the inner town. I see drug addicts lieing in the streets, some dead of overdose and some that should be. On each corner there is a small group of scantily clad women, obviously prostitutes to everyone not blind. Hearing them call out to me makes me laugh. I knew some of them in a biblical sence, I wont lie. Even thought I loved one once, but learned the hard way the they're all business. As I drew closer to Thor's I ran into a group of men transporting large crates. They work for a man by the name of Sazz. He runs the city, by controlling everything. Although no one would admit it, he is the boss of a small crime syndicate in New Vegas. A city that began under criminal control and shall end under criminal control. I turn the corner and see a big sign that says "Thor's General Store." I walk in and am met by a big guy cleaning a .44. He looks up at me and grins.

18 comments:

  1. I love Sci-Fi! Cool story ;)
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  2. yeah baby, i'm in like flynn!

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  3. nice reading, keep it coming!

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  4. You seem to have some real talent for this.

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  5. That was a good read. Thanks for sharing man!

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  6. Really great story, can't wait for the next parts!

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    i like yer writing
    but you must follow and click thru or i will give up
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  8. Great story mate!
    Keep updating with stories.
    Following

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  9. damn that was super entertaining. You should write a book! I love post apocalyptic plots!! I would read it :)

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  10. damn intense man. keep em comin

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  11. Nice story
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  12. sazz runs thr city by controling everything? =P a little starcraft referrence there is it?

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  13. have you ever thought of writting a book ?
    you have talent, im amazed by your history, keep those coming
    followed

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  14. This is an awesome story, you sound very talented "). Cool story bro!

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  15. Very excellent writing style. I like how you placed the paragraphs and whatnot.

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