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Luck.. Now thats something I don't have enough of...
Wandering...
Its all I know....
This heat is unbearable...
I drink the last drops of water from my flask, and stick it into the inside pocket of the new jacket. I pull out the old style walkman radio, I know it doesn't work, but I like to look at it. I notice something strange though, an extra port on the side.
“This was modded into it.” I think to myself, I keep looking and notice the dials are different as well, “there is one for Megahertz, one for kilohertz, one for Hertz, and one for milihertz... This isn't your standard walkman...” I stop walking because the intriguing device has caught my curiosity. Where the tape deck should be is a small screen.
I start fiddling around in the pockets of the jacket to check to see if there maybe anything useful. I don't find anything but a small crumpled handwritten note that reads: “Two Larz: FreEd0m” It looks like it was written with a piece of wax crayon and the person couldn't spell or write to well. I stuffed the note back into the pocket and put the headphones into my ears, changed it to my favorite station, the only station worth listening to anymore, and nothing. It seems like it won't work without batteries. I clipped the walkman on to the side of the jacket sleeve, there was a little spot that seemed to have been made for it, and I started walking again. The headphones although they didn't work made me feel more comfortable and also kept the sand out of my ears when the wind picked up again.
I kept walking, it seemed like hours, the desert isn't so nice during the afternoon...
“It shouldn't be far now... just a little bit further and I should make it to the spring.” Now, the spring wasn't an actual traditional spring that you read about in the books that weren't destroyed. But a landmark area that was well defended. Not even the SCARECROW would dare to come within a mile of this area, the sharpshooters, and THE CLAD, would destroy them within minutes. But its not a dangerous place, its actually one of the safest places within the wasteland. Complete with their own vending machine. Nobody asks how the vending machine gets stocked, we all just are glad to have one so far from the zones. The wasteland is a harsh place, batteries are still needed for just about everything.
Crossing over the ridge I can see slight activity down at the spring. Looks like a couple of jerks in their sports car.. they say that the red haired one is a hero, but honestly... I dunno... Anyone who can go in and out of the zone's, in and out of Battery City so frequently cannot be trusted. They could vary well be BL ind spies. I heard their of work, saving that kid. But its their fault the kid was endangered anyway! I'd dust 'em myself if it wasn't for the respect they claim and the help they do provide for the few out here beyond the zones. But, I won't trust 'em.
Walking into the spring, I bump shoulders with the red haired one, “Hey, watch it..” He chuckles and smiles at me. I just glance back and continue walking forward. Was I being rude, maybe, but I think they deserve it. I approach the counter and ask for the news while the hostman filled my flask, it's always good to try to have friendly conversation with the people who are helping you.
“OMG! Neon Larz! NEON LARZ! OMG! I THOUGHT YOU GOT DUSTED BY KORSE!” a female voice says loudly. I look back to see what its all about and notice she was running toward me from across the diner. She stopped suddenly when she saw my face and with a look of bewilderment and disgust she said in a tone that could only be annoyance, “You're not Neon Larz..”
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