The rain is trickling down the half open window and little black beads began to form as Lucy looked up at the ice cold moon through the sunroof. The stench was almost overpowering but she sort of liked it, she wondered if she was the only one but decided it didn't matter so long as she kept her thoughts to herself, no sense having him think she was any more weird than he already did. She came to, hearing three loud bangs on the front passenger window. Her heart doubled in speed as she tried to remember what she had been told to do. She heared foot steps then more banging, louder banging. Terror consumed her and she could only hope that her trembling body was not visible from under the coats on the floor of the car they stole two hours earlier. The car where she was now hiding in a pool of sweat. It wasn't death she feared it was what they promised to do to her to obtain the information they wanted. What had Ryan got her into? One of them was now scratching at the back seats and now the coats, the thing smeared it's putrid face over the window as it sniffed like it's life depended on it, it wasn't petrol fumes it was after. Lucy began to scream then silence. He was back, Ryan her saviour had saved her again. She didn't know much about anything but she knew she loved him and of course Ryan knew better. Three, Ryan could dispose of with haste. Three precise thrusts of his botched together spear penetrate the skull with ease. But of course killing 'turned' humans was easy, they were merely henchmen of the "Automans". And as always Lucy was looking on in aww, desperate for that first kill, that elusive first kill, patience was not a trait that came naturally to her unlike some of her until recently "hidden skills". Lucy knew she was special but she had no idea quite how special.
They were heading west in search of the rolling market known as the slaughterhouse. The colossal structure or structures are thought to be able to break down into multiple gettos, and vehicles in a matter of seconds, approximately five miles squared, the thing is a monster of technological innovation, thought to be a hybrid of human and alien technologies, the monster never stopped moving. They say it was before the Third World War when fossil fuels were at a premium and fast running out that our dealings with aliens was first reported, causing uproar. They say this was the beginning of the end for us. For Lucy and Ryan they were nothing but stories, their truth was darker still.
Two distopian warriors (Lucy & Ryan) come from Vice street art.
Hi folks, this is a completely revised version of slaughterhouse. It will be the first of many shorts following Lucy & Ryan as they journey through post apocalyptic earth. I really hope you enjoy. Please leave your feedback, good or bad... thanks steemians. Follow & upvote
Very good, looking forward to the next installment.
Thank man, the next instalment is up, hope you enjoy...djr420
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