Ricebowl 70

  You were certainly a long way from Boston now especially given the contrast in temperature that was around you, the heat of the nuked out city and the constant feeling of sand inching against your skin replaced with the feeling of the misty skies of far harbor pushing against your face and arms. You had left Boston for a couple reasons but the main one was to figure out what the hell was left of the world outside of Boston and if any faction had got any closer to ruling over the entire country yet or if everything was still near collapse like everything else was and it turned out that, yes, everything was still in a semi collapsed state with some people not bothering to even pick the bones up off the floor. Either way, when you had actually managed to get to the coast you were shocked to find that there was a functioning port and, supposedly, actual ferries to take you to an island known as far harbor, something that interested you quite a bit as you went searching for some caps ...

You had been working on the farm all your life now, sowing various crops into the soil and then harvesting them when the time came so that you could have enough income to survive in the rather hostile environment that had been created but it was rewarding work at the very least and there were worse jobs out there then this. But one of the cons of this line of work was that you couldn’t really go anywhere or do anything with anyone who didn’t work on the farm since the farm was miles away from any settlement and the settlements that you could get to it were market towns which didn’t really have much to do other then buying and selling things that you had raised and grown. However, you did have a couple of hobbies that you were able to do at home with one of those being reading a collection of books that you had brought in the market although these books weren’t exactly the usual type of books that people read like novels and various tomes but instead you were interested in the more arca...

  You’d feel as the sand would brush across your skin, causing it to start itching as you’d walked across the long and mostly devoid of life Sandy Plains, your hands scratching at your skin a couple of times before you decided to have a drink of water, swallowing it down eagerly as you would do so. The water quenched your thrust yet it wasn’t exactly refreshing due to having heated up in the flask, a sigh escaping your mouth as you kept walking forward, the wind being a slight comfort due even if it was causing sand to lash away at your skin, your eyes glancing around the desert to see if there were any structures in the distance and you could actually see a couple, mostly just rockfronts that hadn’t been eroded into dust and ruins from times where the sands were a lot more prosperous. You were looking for these areas for two reasons, one of which being that you watched to have some shade in order to take off the machines that you were carrying around and letting the sweat drip dow...