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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

...The air is tainted, foul and full of poisons. Ever since the old world tried to create a cure to a disease no-one new anything about, things were never the same. This "cure" became a toxin, a virus. It began to eat at people, corrupting them. It effected the good, the bad, the young... and even the unborn. They started to change, even though the virus was intended to be a cure, it started to turn those infected into monsters... Slowly, it began morphing their DNA, beginning to rot the infected from the inside out, slowly... ever so slowly, they began to die. There was no cure for this, nor would there ever be. It started to effect every