Just thought I'd give you guys the opportunity to join in the story telling. We've each taken a turn apiece so far. Sandy, my sister, started it...
remember trips when we'd make up add-on stories. we need to do that over email. i'll start...
i looked both ways before coming all the way out of the door. no one suspicious seemed to be taking notice of me or my dwelling so i hurriedly stepped past the door and onto the cold gray street. i walked quickly away from my house and tried to blend in with the others shuffling against the frigid wind
This email has been temporarily interrupted by the evil yet humorous Brian. I rule I rule I rule..oh oh Sandy has walked back into the room...my rule is over...bye...take care/
ignore that nonsense...
blend in with the others shuffling against the frigid wind. looking up i saw the prevalent colorless clouds that had hung low in the sky for two years now. i pulled my shawl closer around my head and bent down into the quieting wind to make better time and conserve energy. though it was impossible to hold a conversation out of doors due to the howling winds, people walked close anyway as sort of a unit, feeling stronger against the rugged weather. only 10 years old when the wars started, i had difficulty remembering a blue sky or the sound of a birdcall. now sixteen, my life was heavily involved in the resistance movement against the new order to which the government had fallen only last year. i had no time to reminisce the joyful hours spent playing with comrades, i mean old friends, on playgrounds and in gardens. I had to be on guard and keep my wits to complete the serious task before me and to do my small part to help restore freedom to our wartorn land. sadly there was nothing to be done for the world's weather patterns that had been altered by several manmade catastropies of recent years.
(somebody elses turn)
comrade, i mean your friend,
sandy
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Ok sis, now that's what I call some serious atmosphere!!! Great start to a very promising story. I think I'll respond right now so I won't have too much time to think and screw up the effect. So here goes...
Today's task was especially crucial to the future sucess of the Reclaimation Society and it was important that I make my rendezvous without attracting unwanted attention from the enemy. The new governors had eyes everywhere and they were terribly ruthless to any discovered rebels and their units, rapidly torturing agents and then exterminating them and revealed accomplices. As I approached one of the many inspection points the group formed up into the required line to pass through a narrow gate scanner manned by several guards. The governors had all the latest technology and forbid any natives possession of mechanical/electrical devices or weaponry upon pain of death. "Marley, my beauty! Where are you off to today?" shouted one of the guards. This was just the kind of attention I needed to avoid; not that there was anything from the guard I was interested in anyway. Thinking quickly I replied. "I'm just going to the beach to fish for supper and then to the store to trade for medicine. My aunt is sick with virus and it's very contagious." This ended further discussion from the guard, as hoped, and I was allowed to pass unmolested this time.
I headed in the direction of the beach as planned since that was where my contact would be anyway. The item I would obtain was a recently developed scanner shield which would allow items to pass through the check point scanners without detection. This would give us the advantage we desperately needed to transport supplies to our secret strongholds. I had no idea who to expect since the laboratory was just as concerned about being found out as we were. All I knew was where to wait, which was by an old shipyard building on the beach. While I waited, I fished in the surf as expected bringing in various species of fish, of which only a small part was safe to eat . After awhile the cold became unbearable and I sought refuge in the old building. Finding a sheltered corner, I stored my catch and laid down to rest. When I awoke, I had a visitor...
alrighty then, next up.
Tim (the Rain-man)
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I could feel someone staring at me through the darkness of that cold, damp warehouse by the sea. This place had once been a thriving port but now, because of the harsh devastation caused by nuclear attacks, it has become a wasteland. The nuclear winter has lasted for what seems like forever and it has taken it’s toll on everything and everyone.
That unnerving feeling of being watched vanished as my contact came into view. Colton Witherington was one of the resistance’s most valuable agents. I knew this device must be of the utmost importance if Colton had been sent to deliver the goods. "Were you followed?" he asked as he took in his surroundings. "No" I replied. "Just a few questions at the checkpoint". We realized that there was no time for pleasantries. The governors were constantly on the move and in this area they used dogs to patrol and sniff out anything remotely suspicious. Huge rottweilers with heads the size of horses. These dogs were trained to kill and they were very good at their job. The device was cleverly concealed inside a fish and placed among others inside a dingy styrofoam cooler. If this thing works as it is supposed to, I should be able to safely pass back through the checkpoint without being found out.
Back at ya! I’m enjoying this so far.
Yer sis,
Kat-a-comb
(Josh thought that would be a good internet pen name for me).
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