I hope you read my story,
I hope this letter will fall into your hands, I'm not crazy, it really will be! We were just on the outing when I heard:"Don't touch it!"
Wilson shuddered at the frightened woman's exclamation, and withdrew his hand from the strange purple cellular stone. A moment ago, a strange block caught his eye with its strange shimmer in the dim light of the ruined hangar.
- Of course, if you do not want to open the waistband with one hand until the end of your days.
The voice belonged to a pretty girl in a short leather cloak studded with metal plates. The image was complemented by an army helmet and a semi-automatic hunting rifle of threatening appearance. The girl looked anxiously at Wilson's hand, still outstretched in the direction of such a stone of interest to him.
- And what is it?
Wilson straightened up and took a closer look at his new unexpected acquaintance. She looked about twenty.
"This block is alive." And believe me, very aggressive.
To confirm his words, the girl resolutely picked up a piece of reinforcement from a cracked concrete foundation. And poked at a strange stone. Strong in appearance iron, at the same moment smoked, and began to melt like wax.
- Something based on carboxylic acid. To be left without a hand is for happiness.
Wilson now looked with fear at the pretty stone.
"Is it alive?"
"Something average," the girl took a step toward the boy, and held out her hand in greeting, "Roberta." Robin.
- Wilson…
The boy shook his outstretched hand awkwardly. He felt awkward. He last saw girls his age in the 2nd grade. Before the Conflict. And here is a forester.
What is now called the Conflict happened almost 23 years ago. The several-hour exchange of nuclear strikes of the then largest states left no chance for the survival of the majority of the world's population. The few survivors have since hid in subway bunkers and tunnels. From the deadly cold of the endless nuclear winter. And from bloodthirsty monsters, which once turned into cute city cats and dogs. Now dangerous toothed several hundred kilograms of creatures with a great appetite. Yes, God knows what still lived in the ruins of former cities. The party that had already lost the war then used its last secret trump card. The viral abomination, which was then released, was found to be extremely mutagenic under the influence of radiation. So the flora and fauna have since begun to take on just incredible forms of deadly aggression. All for the sake of survival… But among the strange and terrifying creatures that now inhabited the surface, the most dangerous were the former people. Those who were unlucky and hungry
Survivors for some reason called the surface a wasteland. Apparently because of the relatively unpolluted areas have become a fishing ground for looters and other living people. There were fewer and fewer hunters with the remnants of all the valuables that remained in the ruins with each raid. And it became less and less valuable…
The biggest desperate people, of course, tried to go fishing outside the cities. But everything around the former cities was teeming with dangerous mutants. So the units returned home. Cute country animals and plants turned out to be no worse genetic material than urban cat-dogs. So everything that crawled, ran or flew before the Conflict - everything tried to kill the brave. In different ways. And devour. Or dissolve like this purple stone.
Of course, there were legends about the mystical Foresters, who managed not only to adapt to the new flora and fauna, but even to tame new animals. However, almost no one has seen them yet. And so, Wilson was lucky. Or vice versa, no. If you believe the scary stories about the special capabilities of Foresters.
- How are you…
Elijah felt like a fool. He wanted to ask a strange stranger about how she lived on the surface, and even in the terrible bushes of the Forest that surrounded the wasteland. And at the same time she looks like an ordinary fragile girl.
- The main thing is that in time.
Robin smiled carelessly at Wilson. He noted the girl's white ordinary human teeth. You don't have any terrible fangs or forked tongues, as the older foresters liked to describe. Although it was rumoured that they skilfully hid them.
It was rumoured that the foresters were the same mutants, but not wild, although they were equally fond of human flesh and blood.
Something rustled in the distant semi-darkness of the hangar. Robin tensed and carefully removed the weapon from the fuse .
Probably it's time to go, we are not alone.
Wilson inhaled as usual.
Two of Wilson's comrades spoke cautiously. They looked at the stranger with ill-concealed interest.
- Hey, how's fishing today? And who else is this?
"Robin." She is a Forester.
The boys stared at the girl. Now, to their surprise, there was fear in their eyes.
- Max. And this is Dayton. He calls himself that.
"Found it?"
In response to Wilson's question, the boys shook their heads in denial. Again without anything. This is the third time they have returned to the last month. Wilson remembered his brother's hungry look. He shrank.
- And what are you going to find here?
Robin looked mockingly at the trinity.
- Here… The army was… Before there were always stocks. But here are the neighbours.
Max fumbled for the crumpled can. There was really nothing to eat. Ever since the "hungry" came from the east and ate everything edible.
"I haven't eaten in a long time either," Robin said with a smile, slowly flaunting her sharp fangs.
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