Ricebowl 70

  The swamp was a humid and damp place, the usually clear water that you’d get with a river being replaced with a mixture of water, mud, rotting corpses of fish and other things that you couldn’t identify, the dirt being so dense that leaves were resting on the top of it and allowing the local toad population passage over the lake. The air was thick and foggy, meaning that you couldn’t see anything that was waiting for you within the lake as you walked by the side of it, hearing the sounds of crows and other swamp dwellers above you as you moved through it. Despite the relatively barren and poor the soil was in the swamp the place was teeming with life, from the toads that lived on the surface to the fish that lived inside of the water, although the swamps were often without its predators.   The ones that you had usually dispatched were Alligators which was why you had named your company Anon’s Alligator removal service but you were hunting after a different predator today. Yo...

  The wasteland was a dangerous place, the sand and mud long being irradiated and other structures being unstable they may collapse at the slightest touch, the smell of rotting wood and mouldy concrete being one that you wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon. The people were somehow more dangerous than the radiation given that the radiation wasn’t mentally deranged and actively trying to kill you, the raiders doing to seemingly out of some kind of primal survival instinct whilst the children of atom were trying to kill you were doing it due to how much ionising radiation was running through the nerves in their brains. And even then you had to deal with the wonderful wildlife that had roamed across the land, from cockroaches that were about as big as your face which was one of your first sights of the new world to the Yao Guai, bears with more tumour then flesh, the bears' teeth still being able to rip through flesh like it was nothing.   However, there was one creature whose na...

  You looked up at your attic door with a torch in one hand and a knife in the other, your heart beating slightly faster inside of your chest as you tap your foot on the ground, wondering if this plan was worth it given what you had seen of what was above. The flashlight you had was covered in dust which was now all over your hand and the ground, the flashlight being a bulky thing that was years old and had been in the dank undersink cupboard since you had moved in a couple of months ago. You remember when you saw the house inside of a local newspaper you thought that it was a dream come true, a spacious house quite close to your job with a surprisingly small price tag attached to it being right at the backend of the newspaper, a phone number being at the bottom which you soon called almost instantly and the seller soon responded almost instantly as well.   His voice should have been the first thing that hinted that this place was a much creepier area then it seemed, his voice...