Mitheral
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Deathlands - Anachronisms - Time Trawl victims taken from 1914 thru 2014 and dropped into a post nuclear holocaust setting.
Thomas
Holiday
One moment he had been in Oklahoma walking the fence doing repairs on his farm. The next a freakish storm had cropped up. It wasn’t a natural storm, but something that looked like a tear in reality. It had been blackish, filled with lightning, and it sucked the very wind from the area, nearly pulling him off his horse. Gravity seemed to be denied as it yanked the cart to which his horse had been hitched off the ground - followed soon by he and the horse.
He had awoken in a place that resembled the Appalachians, with hills and mountains, as well as forests. It was terrain rugged as it would have been for the first explorers of America. Traversing with the cart attached proved considerably difficult until he noticed a lower laying more level stretch that soon proved to be a road of sorts. The road was at best a country road.
Duncan Moran and Amber Volkova
Duncan and Amber had been in the process of consolidating their storage units. Duncan was a natural packrat that had never thrown anything away. And he had managed to split his piles of junk up among multiple storage units. No longer wanting to keep track of so many bills he had decided to collect it all into one place.
Like had happened to Thomas Holiday they too became victims of a freak storm. But to their eyes the nature of the storm was far more readily apparent. It was, in fact, a tear in the fabric of space time. Duncan was especially transfixed by the very existence of the storm as his mind tried to comprehend how such a thing could come into existence. But also like Thomas they both soon found themselves ripped through the eye of the storm.
It had been a miracle that the SUV had arrived right side up. Even better was the fact that their health was unimpaired. Duncan feared radiation poisoning, but said nothing of it. If his worst fears came to pass there was little they could do about it and they would know soon enough. It dawned on him after a little bit to go through their cargo to find the Geiger counter. His was practically an antique. But I was also reliable. And while it did register a little above average radiation, he found no serious cause for alarm. Of course, his efforts did not escape Amber’s notice. She merely gave him one of her looks, but said nothing.
The road was gone. That was the first thing they noticed. Rather than just taking off in a random direction they pulled out their Android and opened up the maps and GPS. It was a little unsettling to realize they were in the Rich Mountain Wilderness area maybe 30-50 miles west of I-75. The area was almost primal, consisting mostly of national forest, some small farms, a few private residences. Duncan had just bought land in the area and begun to build a retirement home. Of course, the place was little more than in the planning stages. But Duncan was a little bit of a survivalist. He had already had a bunker built. Oh it wasn’t a real bunker - more of a storm cellar with amenities. The plan had been to link it to his home once it was all built.
If the GPS was right, he was only about 5-10 miles from his place. And that would put a road just a little east of his position. Unfortunately, getting there proved to be more adventurous than he cared for. They would be happy just to make it down to a road.
Neither had expected cell service in an area this remote. But radio they had expected to get at least some weak transmissions of. And there was the matter of having no idea how they had travelled instantaneously over a distance. Their minds began to wander through a thousand scenarios from sci fi movies.
Thomas had traveled - with no clue if he was even headed in a right direction or if there WAS a right direction - for the remaining half of the previous day. He had camped the night, turning a rabbit he had shot while working into a meal. Then he continued on for about half a day. He had yet to even find a property line marker or fence, just the rough road he had found. He had come across one stretch of the road made of asphalt. The stuff was in use more back east than in the midwest. But what really peaked interest was the fresh tire track he discovered.
It wasn’t especially hard to track the vehicle’s movement from broken blades of grass and the occasional rut. It led him to a small clearing where an excavation was ongoing. A woman - who he mistook for the man - was swinging a pickaxe with every bit of the strength of a man - while the man seemed to be lazily sitting on a boulder nearby. The reason for mistaking the woman for a man was: A. She was dressed like one, man’s pants and what looked like an army shirt. B. She stood a good 6 and a half feet tall. But when she turned to look at the man her profile became evident. She was definitely a woman and a real looker at that.
Deathlands - Anachronisms - Time Trawl victims taken from 1914 thru 2014 and dropped into a post nuclear holocaust setting.
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Thomas
Holiday
One moment he had been in Oklahoma walking the fence doing repairs on his farm. The next a freakish storm had cropped up. It wasn’t a natural storm, but something that looked like a tear in reality. It had been blackish, filled with lightning, and it sucked the very wind from the area, nearly pulling him off his horse. Gravity seemed to be denied as it yanked the cart to which his horse had been hitched off the ground - followed soon by he and the horse.
He had awoken in a place that resembled the Appalachians, with hills and mountains, as well as forests. It was terrain rugged as it would have been for the first explorers of America. Traversing with the cart attached proved considerably difficult until he noticed a lower laying more level stretch that soon proved to be a road of sorts. The road was at best a country road.
Duncan Moran and Amber Volkova
Duncan and Amber had been in the process of consolidating their storage units. Duncan was a natural packrat that had never thrown anything away. And he had managed to split his piles of junk up among multiple storage units. No longer wanting to keep track of so many bills he had decided to collect it all into one place.
Like had happened to Thomas Holiday they too became victims of a freak storm. But to their eyes the nature of the storm was far more readily apparent. It was, in fact, a tear in the fabric of space time. Duncan was especially transfixed by the very existence of the storm as his mind tried to comprehend how such a thing could come into existence. But also like Thomas they both soon found themselves ripped through the eye of the storm.
It had been a miracle that the SUV had arrived right side up. Even better was the fact that their health was unimpaired. Duncan feared radiation poisoning, but said nothing of it. If his worst fears came to pass there was little they could do about it and they would know soon enough. It dawned on him after a little bit to go through their cargo to find the Geiger counter. His was practically an antique. But I was also reliable. And while it did register a little above average radiation, he found no serious cause for alarm. Of course, his efforts did not escape Amber’s notice. She merely gave him one of her looks, but said nothing.
The road was gone. That was the first thing they noticed. Rather than just taking off in a random direction they pulled out their Android and opened up the maps and GPS. It was a little unsettling to realize they were in the Rich Mountain Wilderness area maybe 30-50 miles west of I-75. The area was almost primal, consisting mostly of national forest, some small farms, a few private residences. Duncan had just bought land in the area and begun to build a retirement home. Of course, the place was little more than in the planning stages. But Duncan was a little bit of a survivalist. He had already had a bunker built. Oh it wasn’t a real bunker - more of a storm cellar with amenities. The plan had been to link it to his home once it was all built.
If the GPS was right, he was only about 5-10 miles from his place. And that would put a road just a little east of his position. Unfortunately, getting there proved to be more adventurous than he cared for. They would be happy just to make it down to a road.
Neither had expected cell service in an area this remote. But radio they had expected to get at least some weak transmissions of. And there was the matter of having no idea how they had travelled instantaneously over a distance. Their minds began to wander through a thousand scenarios from sci fi movies.
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Thomas had traveled - with no clue if he was even headed in a right direction or if there WAS a right direction - for the remaining half of the previous day. He had camped the night, turning a rabbit he had shot while working into a meal. Then he continued on for about half a day. He had yet to even find a property line marker or fence, just the rough road he had found. He had come across one stretch of the road made of asphalt. The stuff was in use more back east than in the midwest. But what really peaked interest was the fresh tire track he discovered.
It wasn’t especially hard to track the vehicle’s movement from broken blades of grass and the occasional rut. It led him to a small clearing where an excavation was ongoing. A woman - who he mistook for the man - was swinging a pickaxe with every bit of the strength of a man - while the man seemed to be lazily sitting on a boulder nearby. The reason for mistaking the woman for a man was: A. She was dressed like one, man’s pants and what looked like an army shirt. B. She stood a good 6 and a half feet tall. But when she turned to look at the man her profile became evident. She was definitely a woman and a real looker at that.
