gambit508

The bright roar of the sky echoed across the barren landscape as I squinted in the morning sun. My head felt heavy and it ached to be allowed to fall to the rustic dirt below, but something compelled me to keep going. Every step was a struggle to continue. My skin was blasted with heat, pain rippling across my body as the sun beat down upon me. No, suns. Thousands of glowing orbs scattered across a crimson sky, like a hellish spider come to life in the heavens. I stopped, dropping to my knees in anguish when I realized what I should have hours before I heard nothing I’m not deaf, least last time I checked, I wasn't deaf, but my hearing was gone. Destroyed by some unseen chaotic attack, having stolen both my hearing and scorched this landscape? Possibly but doubtful, this place seemed to be older than that. As if whatever made it that way was long gone, passed into legends and then nothingness as the society fell as all do. I snapped my fingers by my ears to test the

I had first met Dylan about 20 years ago after the government finally got the go-ahead to give the big middle finger to the various mystery men who were still left hanging around from the second hero boom back after the war. It had been a rainy day but honestly back then every day was a rainy day. Later someone would say it was something to do with mood or some other useless storyist junk that Dylan would spout like that. Never gave that stuff my good fourteen cents if you ask me. Life may be weird but it isn't a damn story and if it is, it needs a better writer because the current guy is getting on my nerves. Sorry bout that, bit of a ramble there. So yeah, there I was, a normal June night in the 1980s, in some desolate bar, drinking away my sorrow over some old dead pal or some old fled gal or something like that, watching the latest stuff being blasted at us on the screens floating above the counter. Your various government mercenary groups and imported robot soldiers or