Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Stories from the shadow: death in the shadows ep three

-warlord Drake Hammerfist

Here we go the next instalment of the stories from the shadows we hope you enjoy it and remember to give us your feedback on what you think

5 generations after the war began and left the world in ruins the fractured remains of humankind continue the long war there ancestors started all reason and purpose forgotten as the brutal tribes savagely battle over the relics of the old world.... 

After a long awkward pause Nick stood up and asked “what the hell are you doing with no clothes on?”
 She smiles and replied “well I've no decent clothes to wear so I might as well not wear anything” 
Nick shouted “for gods sake just put on some proper clothes on just rip up some of the fireborns clothes”
 she smiled and went over to the fireborn and started removing there clothing and putting it on in a rag tag fashion, after about half an hour she was in a dress like thing made out of ripped up light brown and white pants and her assault vest.
whilst she was making her new clothes Nick had stripped and rebuilt the fireborn rifles to make a fully functioning assault rifle for her and taken one of there pistol for himself. 
As he was looking at one of the boxes with rations in she shouted over to him “hey nick should we take there heads off so the necromancers can't bring them back?” 
Nick paused for a second “might be a good idea really”
 she picked up one of the axes and without a moment of hesitation she completely severed the heads of the fireborn, then crushed them with the back of the axe with a smile on her face as she kicked the remains with the new boots that she had got of the fireborn and screamed at the top of her lungs  “that's what you get you bastards!” 
Nick stood up and walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder gently and said “I know your angry but i need to get moving soon, you can come with me if you wish but I don't need you with me so don't think I'm desperate” she smiled an evil grin as she replied  “well in that case I'll have to come with you” 
he smiled a little as he put his bandana back over his face “well you'd better get ready then” after a short while they started walking deeper into the ruins of the city. 
As night began to fall and the cold started to set in they found an old school house to sleep in the desks and chairs thrown everywhere, sandbags stacked around the windows and doors and the scars of fires on the floor, Nancy whispered in Nicks ear “this must have been an army outpost or something like that with all the sandbags”
Nick nodded “yeah makes me wonder if it's s good idea sleeping in here they tend to get a lot of attention from almost everyone and we need to keep out of the way”
She wondered into one of the side rooms as Nick found a corner and started to make a fire.
Just after he got the fire going Nancy came into the room with a couple of cans in her hands and called over to Nick "hey death I've found us some food, probably way out of date but it'll do" Nick put his hands out to catch them as she trough them across the room to him, Within half an hour they had eat the canned goods that were that old there was no way of telling what they started life as but they did the job. 
Nancy sat next to Nick wrapped in her robes shivering in the cold of the night "hey Nick you fancy you know snuggling up for warmth?"  
Nick opened his cloak and gestured for her to come in but didn't speak a work, she snuggled up to him "thanks death".

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