Introduction
The year 2052 in the post-apocalyptic town of Glass Heights. All governmental structure has been diminished and society has regressed to a complete anarchy. All members of society must fend for themselves in this gruesomely kill or be killed environment.
The remains of a third-world war beginning in the year 2048 bring to focus the town of Glass Heights, a once bustling urban jungle in the United States, which has now diminished to the epicenter of the surviving world. With nuclear weapons being a driving force in the world, much else of once existing life on the planet has wasted away.
There are two kinds of people: those who fight ruthlessly to stay alive, and those of a much, well, "different" kind. Those that are a species of all their own. The effects of radiation coming from powerful gamma rays ,emitted from the atomic bomb, cause an immense mutation of a large and isolated population that have now spilled over into Glass Heights. These people, or "fallouts" as they are informally known, now consist of over 30% of the city's population. Feeding on nothing but human flesh, blood and bone marrow, these relentless mutants do whatever they can to get a hold of the remaining inhabitants. However, as agonizing as it may seem, most would rather be devoured alive by a fallout than live to see their new fate by escaping an attack. Radiation transfer can occur from a single bite and starts immediately. Flash burns begin covering the body, searing the flesh and not long after, cell mutation begins. By the time the whole process is completed, after four hours or so, the human has been mutated completely into a fallout.
Aside from constantly struggling against a mutated race, the citizens of Glass Heights must also deal with the wars waged between each other. With no government in place, it is a truly dog eat dog world in which most choose to carry multiple weapons just to step outside of their dead-bolted homes. Friends can quickly become enemies. Families turn against one another. No one can be trusted.
We have all become desperate and ravenous.
The remains of a third-world war beginning in the year 2048 bring to focus the town of Glass Heights, a once bustling urban jungle in the United States, which has now diminished to the epicenter of the surviving world. With nuclear weapons being a driving force in the world, much else of once existing life on the planet has wasted away.
There are two kinds of people: those who fight ruthlessly to stay alive, and those of a much, well, "different" kind. Those that are a species of all their own. The effects of radiation coming from powerful gamma rays ,emitted from the atomic bomb, cause an immense mutation of a large and isolated population that have now spilled over into Glass Heights. These people, or "fallouts" as they are informally known, now consist of over 30% of the city's population. Feeding on nothing but human flesh, blood and bone marrow, these relentless mutants do whatever they can to get a hold of the remaining inhabitants. However, as agonizing as it may seem, most would rather be devoured alive by a fallout than live to see their new fate by escaping an attack. Radiation transfer can occur from a single bite and starts immediately. Flash burns begin covering the body, searing the flesh and not long after, cell mutation begins. By the time the whole process is completed, after four hours or so, the human has been mutated completely into a fallout.
Aside from constantly struggling against a mutated race, the citizens of Glass Heights must also deal with the wars waged between each other. With no government in place, it is a truly dog eat dog world in which most choose to carry multiple weapons just to step outside of their dead-bolted homes. Friends can quickly become enemies. Families turn against one another. No one can be trusted.
We have all become desperate and ravenous.
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Light came through a small opening in the window but was soon diminished by the wooden board being hammered onto the frame. The room was now completely dark before the strike of a single match lit the way allowing for Rigby to light his lantern. In the room was a worn out couch with tattered blankets, a bowl of dog food, another with water, and a single backpack. However, in the room over, was an old wooden bed frame with a mattress and somewhat new sheets. Stacked against the walls were large amounts of food and other amenities Rigby had been collecting for months making it a safe room in his "safe house". His gun and ammo were spread across the bed as if he was taking inventory the last time he was in there. He was proud of the "resort", as he called it, that he had created and sometimes thought about never leaving it, staying there as long as possible until he needed more food and water.
After the last board was in place, Rigby stood at the window peaking through a small hole in the wood, Ben was there right beside him, as always.
After the last board was in place, Rigby stood at the window peaking through a small hole in the wood, Ben was there right beside him, as always.
The sky was covered in a dark haze, as it always seemed to be. Nikolai carefully finished rolling the paper around his pile of homegrown tobacco, finally completing his cigarette. Rolling his own cigarettes was tedious, but it had become a hobby. Something to keep his mind off of everything else in the world.
Nikolai prided himself in being the local cigarette dealer. Bartering with the other members of the city is what kept him alive. He lit his cigarette and leaned against the steps leading to his townhouse, allowing the smoke to escape his lips. He rested a hand on his gun, keeping an eye on the separated baggies of tobacco ready to go out for trade.
He shifted around as he stood, shoving his hand into the pocket of his jacket. It was cold, yet soothing. The cold always seemed to remind him of Russia. It was an especially nice treat when it snowed. He turned his eyes up toward the sky, surveying the clouds.
Nikolai prided himself in being the local cigarette dealer. Bartering with the other members of the city is what kept him alive. He lit his cigarette and leaned against the steps leading to his townhouse, allowing the smoke to escape his lips. He rested a hand on his gun, keeping an eye on the separated baggies of tobacco ready to go out for trade.
He shifted around as he stood, shoving his hand into the pocket of his jacket. It was cold, yet soothing. The cold always seemed to remind him of Russia. It was an especially nice treat when it snowed. He turned his eyes up toward the sky, surveying the clouds.
Rigby knelt down next to his companion, placing a hand behind the dogs soft ear, scratching it. "I hope you like your new home. Hopefully we will be able to stay here for a while." He then stood back up, taking one last peak out of the window, "now let's go outside so you can do your business." At the word 'outside' Ben went wild, prancing around his master and howling with joy before making his way over to the door which had a chair shoved under the handle. Rigby followed before removing the chair. He then opened the latch followed by unlocking all the deadbolts and security door chains until finally, they were out. Rigby stepped out into the hallway, double checking to make sure no one had trespassed into their building. Not a single soul. Ben followed closely behind as they walked up to the main floor of the apartment complex going out the door which could only be opened from the inside unless buzzed in. Rigby kicked the door stopper in the way to prevent the door from locking them out, although he had alternate ways in just in case. Rigby and Ben quickly hustled over to the empty lot next to building where Ben would be able to run around freely for a while. As Ben played, Rigby kept an eye out making sure no one went into the complex.
Nikolai plopped down on the steps as he finished his cigarette, putting it out with his foot. He picked at his cuticles, looking up and down the street. He was thinking that he hadn't seen a fallout in a while, which made him quickly knock on the wooden board near the doorway. He had never actually come in close contact with one, but he could think of plenty times that he had to carefully seal every portion of his house as they scaled it; desperately searching for a way in.
His head perked up at the sound of the dog. He had seen Rigby and Ben around quite often, and his love of animals always made him envious of Rigby's companion. He pushed his hat back down over his ears, allowing his eyes close and his muscles to relax.
His head perked up at the sound of the dog. He had seen Rigby and Ben around quite often, and his love of animals always made him envious of Rigby's companion. He pushed his hat back down over his ears, allowing his eyes close and his muscles to relax.
Rigby then caught view of Nikolai and he couldn't help it as his brows furrowed, glaring at the other. He wanted to make sure that the other wouldn't see him and think of him as an easy target to rob or something, he made sure he stood his ground whether or not someone was after it. Then again, Ben was the real one to be scared of, no one could get physically close to Rigby without Ben standing in front of him, showing his big razor like teeth. Rigby then looked away, back over at his dog, laughing a bit to himself when he noticed Ben was sniffing a bunny, not growling but being very gentle. He shook his head before picking up a stick that had fallen off a dead tree. He sat down against the wall, pulling out his knife. He then beginning to sharpen one end of the stick out of boredom. He always found himself doing that though, spending his time doing something somewhat useful.
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Nikolai shoved the tobacco into his jacket pocket, his eyes still closed as he pulled his gun out and rested it on his chest. The cold air stung his nostrils as he took a deep breath in.
He slightly opened one eye, looking up to try to find the sun so he could tell the time. He figured it was about time to get going if he was going to get to one of the only operating stores in the city before they locked up for the evening. He shoved the gun back into the holster, patting his pocket to feel for his small knife. He pulled his hood over his beanie, tucking his hands into his pockets.
It was getting dark quickly, and no one wanted to get caught in the dark. He kicked some broken glass away from the sidewalk in front of his home and began walking, his eyes fixed on the boy sharpening the stick. He wondered if there was any use behind doing that, as if he would get the stick sharp enough to actually kill someone with or something. Whatever. He needed to go stock up on some food before the day was done. He went around to the side of the building, grabbing a shopping cart. He pushed it with one hand.
He slightly opened one eye, looking up to try to find the sun so he could tell the time. He figured it was about time to get going if he was going to get to one of the only operating stores in the city before they locked up for the evening. He shoved the gun back into the holster, patting his pocket to feel for his small knife. He pulled his hood over his beanie, tucking his hands into his pockets.
It was getting dark quickly, and no one wanted to get caught in the dark. He kicked some broken glass away from the sidewalk in front of his home and began walking, his eyes fixed on the boy sharpening the stick. He wondered if there was any use behind doing that, as if he would get the stick sharp enough to actually kill someone with or something. Whatever. He needed to go stock up on some food before the day was done. He went around to the side of the building, grabbing a shopping cart. He pushed it with one hand.
Rigby sighed, tossing the stick to the side after a few minutes and standing up, patting his thigh as he called out to Ben. The wolf hybrid came running over, sliding a bit as he tried to stop next to Rigby. The two eventually headed back over to the building, stopping in front of the door. Rigby looked left and right as if this building was a secret, he really didn't want anyone to see that it was actually occupied though, at least not at night. Rigby let Ben in first and then came in behind, removing the door stopper from the door allowing it to close. Making their way downstairs to the bottom floor where their room was, Rigby held his knife in his hand just in case someone had gotten in when he wasn't looking. The coast was clear however and the two made it safely into the 'resort', re-locking the door and jamming the door back up with the old chair.
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Because there was really no other plausible way to communicate, Nikolai's family sent him letters by shipping them with packages sent to the store. When Nikolai made his rounds to get all of his necessities, he usually had a letter waiting for him behind the counter. Though he was usually rather emotionless, he still couldn't help but to allow a small smile to creep across his face when he saw the letters; always a white envelope with "My dearest Niko" written in blue pen in his mother's handwriting.
He eventually made his way back, a cart stocked with groceries. He now held his gun in his hand, propped up on the handle of the cart. He didn't want anyone to get any ideas. The sky had grown dark, the temperature dropping down even lower. He watched his breath cloud in the air around him, the only sound seeming to be the incessant squealing of the wheels on his rusty cart. He reached his home, pushing the cart over to the steps and leaning against it, exhaling deeply.
He eventually made his way back, a cart stocked with groceries. He now held his gun in his hand, propped up on the handle of the cart. He didn't want anyone to get any ideas. The sky had grown dark, the temperature dropping down even lower. He watched his breath cloud in the air around him, the only sound seeming to be the incessant squealing of the wheels on his rusty cart. He reached his home, pushing the cart over to the steps and leaning against it, exhaling deeply.
Rigby sighed, as he trudged over to the old couch, falling down onto it, his arm resting across his head. Ben walked over next to the couch, circling a small area before laying down next to Rigby. Rigby reached his arm over the side, scratching the top of Ben's head before his hand relaxed as he fell asleep. The flame in the lantern still flickering strong lighting up the shadows of his face.
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In a strange moment of something that he couldn't completely define, Nikolai pushed his cart to the side of the building and climbed to the roof. He had a great view of the dilapidated city from there. It was an experience that always took him aback; always put things into perspective. He sat on the edge, his eyes finding little pockets of light around the city, which reassured him of human existence.
He thought hard. His family had never known who he really was. Hell, no one did. He had never had the guts to admit to them that he may be gay, and then again, he never really had the guts to admit that to himself. He figured that his family in Russia was most likely dead. That the farm had been destroyed. He sighed deeply. He could see the lot where Ben roamed free from up here. He wished now more than ever that he had a dog of his own. He picked rock and debris from the gutter, tossing it at the building across the street. He listened to the echo as they bounced down. Everything here seemed to have a hollow sound.
He thought hard. His family had never known who he really was. Hell, no one did. He had never had the guts to admit to them that he may be gay, and then again, he never really had the guts to admit that to himself. He figured that his family in Russia was most likely dead. That the farm had been destroyed. He sighed deeply. He could see the lot where Ben roamed free from up here. He wished now more than ever that he had a dog of his own. He picked rock and debris from the gutter, tossing it at the building across the street. He listened to the echo as they bounced down. Everything here seemed to have a hollow sound.
A little while later, Ben nudged Rigby, his wet nose leaving it's mark on the side of his owner's face. "Ugh, Ben!" Rigby groaned, wiping the side of his face off. He sighed and covered his eyes for a moment before sitting up to see Ben was looking up at him with his head slightly tilted. Rigby let out a deep exhale before pulling himself off the couch, walking over to the door with his minion following close behind. He opened the door with his usual routine before running into the other room to grab and load his gun. Within a few short minutes the two boys were next door in the empty lot as Ben did his usual business and then proceeded to dart around the perimeter of the lot getting out some energy. Rigby tried to call Ben in but the dog just was not ready. Instead, Righby sighed, the gun held close to his side, and walked to where the lot met the sidewalk, keeping watch. It was okay, Ben kept watch while Rigby did his own thing so now it was his turn to return the favor.
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Nikolai, now not at all paying attention to what he was doing, tossed a rock that landed at Rigby's feet. He jumped a bit when he realized it, his eyes widening. He saw the gun and hoped to god that the boy holding it wouldn't going firing it off in the direction his rock had come from. He shrunk down a bit, deciding to stop throwing the rocks for a bit.
Rigby jumped, gasping once the rock landed in front of him causing him to back into the wall. "Ben, get over here." He half whispered half yelled to his dog who immediately came over to him when realizing his owner's tone. Rigby pulled the gun up, ready to fire if anything were to come at him, all seemed quiet though but he was sure someone else had to be out here but hopefully not one of them. Rigby tried his best to scan the area but it was so dark out that it was hard to see much, he only had the moonlight and a few flickering street lamps. Ben stood on guard as well before running to the side of the house where Nikolai was at after he had spotted him briefly. He then began to bark and scratch at the side of the house as Rigby came a little closer, the gun pointing up at the roof.
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Nikolai looked down, his eyes rolling. He'd done it now. He jumped down to the balcony.
"Listen." He said, leaning over the side and looking down on Rigby. "It would be pointless to shoot someone because they threw a pebble in your direction, no?"
This was the most he had spoken in a while, and his accent appeared a bit thicker than usual.
"Anyway, I didn't mean to throw it at you. I wasn't aiming for you. So put your gun down and go back into your little barricade."
He flicked his head in the direction of Rigby's building.
"Listen." He said, leaning over the side and looking down on Rigby. "It would be pointless to shoot someone because they threw a pebble in your direction, no?"
This was the most he had spoken in a while, and his accent appeared a bit thicker than usual.
"Anyway, I didn't mean to throw it at you. I wasn't aiming for you. So put your gun down and go back into your little barricade."
He flicked his head in the direction of Rigby's building.
"And maybe I won't mean to shoot you." Rigby snapped back before putting his gun down, "Ben, sit." Ben sat down, letting his tongue fall out of his mouth. "Anyway, I wasn't actually planning on shooting you I just didn't know who the fuck you were or what the fuck you were for that matter so chill out." Rigby began to walk away and then stopped. "Wait. So you've been watching me? Well I'll have you know that my little barricade will probably keep me alive longer than your dumb ass." Of course, having little human contact and being in a completely fallen apart society, people tended to be very angry.
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"Well, your building is right in my line of fucking vision. And trust me, I understand the point of boarding up your house. People and fallouts and god knows what else ransack any house that isn't. Anyway, smells like snow. I'm sure you have something better to do than bother me, like prepare or something."
He climbed in through the window and exited form the front door, grabbing his groceries handfuls at a time from the porch and tossing them in, keeping a sharp eye on Rigby as he did so.
He climbed in through the window and exited form the front door, grabbing his groceries handfuls at a time from the porch and tossing them in, keeping a sharp eye on Rigby as he did so.
Rigby shrugged before walking over to the cart casually, peaking in it as if it was his business. "Well I see you are well prepared" he said as he shifted the items around trying to be an annoyance.
He then began to pick items up one at a time holding them out in front of Ben one at a time, "what about this? Does this look good?" Ben tilted his head and began drooling as he jumped up using his front paws to hold onto the cart as he sniffed around. Rigby smirked at Nikolai before watching his dog, satisfied.
He then began to pick items up one at a time holding them out in front of Ben one at a time, "what about this? Does this look good?" Ben tilted his head and began drooling as he jumped up using his front paws to hold onto the cart as he sniffed around. Rigby smirked at Nikolai before watching his dog, satisfied.
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He flipped open his butterfly knife, holding it out to the other.
"Don't touch my shit. And don't even try to pull your gun on me. I don't need you or your dog tainting my food."
"Don't touch my shit. And don't even try to pull your gun on me. I don't need you or your dog tainting my food."
Rigby stepped back before Ben jumped forward at Nikolai, sinking his teeth into Nikolai's leg but Rigby, however, saved the other from any further damage by yanking Ben away by his collar, "Go inside" he said as he waved Ben in the direction of the building, the dog slowly walking back to the front steps, waiting for Rigby. "Don't fucking pull that out around me." Rigby said in a threatening tone as he got in Nikolai's face.
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He grabbed Rigby by the front of the shirt and pulled him close before shoving him back.
"God dammit."
He stripped his pants immediatley, digging through the cart. He pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, pouring a bit on the bite marks.
He said a few Russian curse words, now shivering a bit.
"Fucking dog."
"God dammit."
He stripped his pants immediatley, digging through the cart. He pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, pouring a bit on the bite marks.
He said a few Russian curse words, now shivering a bit.
"Fucking dog."
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Rigby kicked the cart in anger and frustration, "yeah and that 'fucking dog' could have done way worse." Rigby then turned around putting a hand in the air for a second, as if waving Nikolai off. He went back over to his building meeting up with Ben stopping breifly to look back at Nikolai, laughing him off as a joke.
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Just as Nikolai went to pick up his pants from the ground, a rustling from the back of the building caught his attention. He slowly and cautiously grabbed his gun as he looked up, his hands hands a bit shaky.
"Shit!" He screamed out, his voice echoing loudly. He went darting pantless into the street, desperately trying to cock his gun while in motion. A fallout was in pursuit.
"Shit!" He screamed out, his voice echoing loudly. He went darting pantless into the street, desperately trying to cock his gun while in motion. A fallout was in pursuit.
Rigby darted his attention back to Nikolai, after hearing the other call out. "Shit." Rigby mumbled to himself readying his gun as he aimed, following the creature with his eyes as it almost danced around. Then, he closed his eyes and shot hitting the monster that had been aiming for Nikolai as is leaped through mid air. It then fell to the ground, twitching and shrieking before Rigby walked a bit closer, shooting it once more. Now it laid there lifeless.
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Nikolai held his gun out to it, panting. He stared for a few seconds, then slowly looked up at Rigby. He placed his gun down to his side, ripping his beanie off and pushing his hair back. He went mumbling for a moment in his native language as he stared back at the dead creature.
He now didn't quite know what to say to the other. He shifted his weight around.
"Uh, I'm Nikolai." He said, avoiding eye contact. It was all he could think to say.
He now didn't quite know what to say to the other. He shifted his weight around.
"Uh, I'm Nikolai." He said, avoiding eye contact. It was all he could think to say.
Rigby let out a sigh of relief looking down at the lifeless creature as he pet Ben gently. He was, however, frustrated as if it were Nikolai's fault for the attack and the waste of a bullet. He had the 'I should've let you fend for your self you prick' idea swimming around in his head. He then began to walk back towards the dark building with Ben following closely behind as usual. When he got there he kicked the door stopper out of the way reaching an arm out to catch the door and keep it from closing. Ben ran in first and Rigby took one last glance at Nikolai before going inside himself, disappearing.
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