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Better the Devil you know... Early the next morning, Seven awoke with a sharp pain in her forehead and aching all over. Cursing, she limped her way into the workshop where the blacksmith was hammering away at his forge. Always hammering away at something... smiling slightly she hobbled over to him, kicking a bucket when she was close enough to startle him. Surprised, he stopped mid hammer, and looked at her wide eyed, "What on earth are you doing up?" He asked. Giving him that same crooked grin, "I bounce back you know that." Sitting down on a cool spot of bricks near where he was working, "'Sides, there's something I gotta get from my b

Voices...? Nah mate... Those are ghosts... The dust around the inner scrap yard of the city was never settling. In the midst of the dirt and grime and wrecks of machines were bodies, skinny and ragged, chains around their wrists, they varied in age some no older then 5, others easily into young adult hood. One stood out from the rest, sweat dripping from her brow, blood and rusted chain flecked her wrists, gritting her teeth in determination she hauled an old rusted panel from a car body, dragging it across the sandy floor towards the blacksmith mill on the other side of the pit where she and many others worked. Dropping the heavy panel i

...Humanity is lost; So beware, Beware... ...  Roughly 90 years later  ... The world had turned to shit there was no doubt about that, it had turned into dust and barren land. Only a few places of green survived and even then those where hard to come by, and if you were lucky enough to come across them, they were heavily guarded by those who had found them before hand. The Free City was one of those places. Raised from the ground almost 100 years ago by those who had survived the horror of the old world, the skeletal remains of the city lost still remains littered around this safe haven. Inside its walls, a two headed crow pecks at the d