Ricebowl 70

  You would stare out your window as you waited for your precious cargo to arrive, the rain battering the pavements as the occasional car would drift by, each and every one of them unaware what was going on inside of the bowels of Plymouth nor what would be delivered just over the street to them. Plymouth itself was a half broken ruin of a city, half built buildings surrounding the areas around the cities high streets, of which consisted of shops simply too big to go bust, fast food joints and vacant buildings, each one of them having either boarded up windows or empty insides, all of which had been gouged out months ago. You, however, did not seek to come to Plymouth on the basis of business but you instead come here for theatre work, the theatre royal requiring a pianist in which you were delightfully ready to perform, impressing the crowds each and every time with your skill although one day a person had came by that had a particular interest for you. You had finished up a show and

  The sounds in of the night were silent in the middle of the wasteland known as Chernobyl, the silence broken up by the wind and the occasional click from the geiger detectors that had been left in the dirt, their owners having either ran away or simply buried within the dirt, long lost and forgotten. In a way they were at home with everything else that were left in the zone, the palace being home to rusted cars and ruined houses, gas masks being stacked in human high piles and being covered in thick dust all whilst you moved silent across it, your gun by your side and a gas mask firmly pushed against your face. However you knew of the things that did live within the zone proper, hearing about tales of those whose flesh was twisted and scarred by the radiation, turning into monsters that  were less human than most animals,  doomed to walk around the wasteland forever out of a mixture of pure determination to say alive and spite towards their own creation. However being able to enter a

  Mars itself was a desert of a planet, the red sand blowing in the air outside to the UAC base as you waited inside for your new project to get up and running, although the rest of the scientists didn’t know about the true details of the project just yet, even if they would find out soon enough. You had manage to complete the prototype teleportation experiments that UAC had poured so much money into, figuring out that teleportation wasn’t as simple as moving matter extremely quickly but instead opening a corridor in reality and pushing right through it to get to the other desired location, making it a near instantaneous process. When they asked what this corridor was you simply said that it was a space between reality and time which the idiots on the board believed where in reality the corridor was actually situated right in hell which was when the true plan behind the mars experiments started to become a concept in your mind. Upon the moment that you opened the hell corridor you went

  You slowly walked down the side of the beach as you gazed upon the water, hearing as the waves crashed and pushed down onto the sand, the moonlight illuminating most of the beach and the slight chill of the winter air moved across your skin, making you shiver somewhat. You were coming here to meet your girlfriend who had decided that now would be a good time for a date, the woman also saying she needed to tell you something important although when you asked why she wanted to tell you at the beach she wouldn’t say, simply saying that you being here in person is the only way that you’d be able to believe her. Your girlfriend was a kind if very sensitive girl, the two of you meeting in a course you had to take for work where she was rather awkward and seemed to want to try and get out of it, much like you did and since then you had managed to become a couple, going in several dates throughout those several months. However it did seem that she was hiding something from you since she woul

  You could feel your legs aching due to how long you were running for, the burning sensation of the acid build up stinging your muscles as hit breath escaped your mouth, hitting your face as you turned to see if you had lost whatever being was chasing you. Your eyes would drift around the shrubbery and mud of the swamp before managing to focus in a set of three red eyes staring back at you, the yellow pupils of the heats being particularly piercing before you decided to turn your head back to the path you were running down so that you didn’t run into anything as you tried to get away from the beast. It didn’t help that it was pitch black, the moon being obscured by a horrible shroud of gray clouds and obscuring any bit of light as a result, leaving you weaving through trees whilst barely seeing with you knowing that you would hit one soon and fall into the monster's savage grasp moments afterwards to be ripped apart. As you ran you thought back to the reason that you were even in