Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)In the future, man would destroy the Earth, the desert would rise to cover the world and humanity would struggle to survive, this was the future the current humans lived in. Cannibalism, Rape, Slavery, these still existed and now they were considered all under the same category Survival of the Fittest. One group however upheld virtues and helped those who had survive the Apocalypse, a society built to shelter those who needed it, a place in which the survivors had named 'Eden'. The leader of Eden was known to the survivors living there as simply Mother. She was caring to them, she didn't sit in an office while other worked, she had built Eden with her own hands, with help from her group of ragtag survivors she created a place for people to be free to live in peace. Still outside of those high walls was chaos, it reigned supreme over the wastelands of earth. Raiders would pillage from anyone they came across, Slavers would take women, men and children to their own camp. Somehow in the midst of all the chaos the rich who survived still saw themselves better than everyone.
The group responsible for this tragic outcome had long vanished, it had been 17 years since the apocalypse had fallen, 17 years since chaos had taken control, the group responsible had long been forgotten by some, other chose to hold the hatred forever. Others simply chose not to care about them, what's done is done right. In the end the world was still going to be that desert and no matter what anyone did nothing would change how it was. Radiation was high in some areas, Nuclear plants that had exploded left their destructive powers in the rubble, that's were mutants had been created, humans, animals it didn't matter. these had become common in the barrens. No one who valued their lives would dare to stand against a mutated creature, the most dangerous recorded was known as 'Reapers' mutated from what they believed as alligators and crocodiles, long legs, looking almost like raptors except for the large blade arm each bore, People who had seen them called those arms almost like a giant Scythe and that were the name stemmed from.
In the midst of all this, Mother was out in the field again, supplies were collected once a day during sunlight, they could of had the time as once a week but that wouldn't put food out if they happened to run out of food and clean water. The small town came into view from a distance. All that could be heard was the sounds of engines, if one was looking on they would see, motorbike leading, two cars following and a truck with a modified bed to carry their loot for today, this was the group of survivors that everyone had named "Angel". It was a name chosen by the people not them, they wouldn't call themselves angels, well not by how the acted around each other anyway but that was when they were out like this, today was no different as they pulled in the gas station of the town. It was empty as expected, nothing out of the ordinary which meant everything was out of the ordinary to them, nothing was this quiet.
The rather slender woman on the bike slipped off slowly, the brown and black goggles slipped off to dangle around her neck, she was Mother the leader of Eden and the Angels, she wasn't one you would take as a leader for something so great, she had navy blue hair, that spiked out the back just under her collar, the longest her bangs came about an inch below her collar. Her eyes were almost the same color as her hair, just more tinged with a light purple giving off a small grayish blue color. Her body was much less impressive as woman, though she wouldn't tell anyone of her past it wasn't much to dwell on anyway, in her life before the apocalypse she was only 10 herself, being in a rich family they bought her a medical treatment so expensive not many even bothered but they wanted her precious girl to stay young for as long as possible. The medicine slowed the aging process that meant her body would grow at a much slower rate though she was 27 in years, due to that effect she wouldn't pass for more than a 19 to 23 year old. It was nice to have the looks but sometimes she wanted to be taken seriously but every just thought she was the age she looked, she hadn't exactly told them how old she was.
She wore rather outdoors clothing, it was decent weather today, shorts and a tank top that hugged the skin so it couldn't be grabbed by an enemy, a belt around her waist let two Jericho 941 pistols hang, easy to reach and reliable weapons in her hands, she had various ammunition for them, most commonly she used .40 S&W rounds for them but in some cases she would use the .45 ACP as well, the extra ammunition was in the belt near the holsters, making it easy for her to reload quickly though after a firefight she usually had to go and search for the empty cartridges or Fix would have her head about having to build new ones from scrap metal. That was her to a tee she was often playful and a bit of a goof around when they were about to prep for a mission or just hanging out somewhere in the desert, but during missions and at Eden she held a more calming and serious nature one the children she saved could see as a role model.
"Tell me some good news Charge!" she yelled looking to the rather large man at the back, heavy weapons and lifting was his specialty, all though he was a little more quite and hard pressed when out like this "Nothing, looks like these pumps have been dry for a while" he said climbing down from the storage tank and going to the pick up truck "I bet it was those fucking raiders, they always steal our gas" she yelled looking at the surrounding desert "The nearest raiders camp is about 15 miles to the north actually" a younger girl chirped looking at a laptop screen and giggling. That was Fix, Fix was almost like a sister to Mother, well out here in their group she was nicknamed Delta. There group was made up of 5 people Charge, Fix, Shot, Track and her. In the history of their past they had been together for almost 6 years now, which was making them a little more like family that a group of scavengers.
Delta looked at the ground and groaned, kicking the floor with her boots that each concealed a nasty looking hunting knife, looking back at her group she smiled, "Fix monitor the perimeter and don't you dare go get distracted, Charge you stay here with Fix, Track go put the camera perimeter up, we haven't tracked this place yet, Shot there's a water toward go take the point" she said walking off down the road "What about you Del?" Fix asked confused "I thought I'd go get a tan....What do you think i'm doing idiot i'm looking for stranded!" she said throwing a small rock at Fix's head and continuing to walk down the road while everyone went off to their tasks. A small ear piece in her ear would let Fix tell her of trouble, as well as jabber on about what she was thinking and what she saw go by the window.
Delta heard the sounds of the everyone being in place, Shot had his sniper over the town, Track had set the camera perimeter and Charge and Fix were withe their vehicles at the station all was going as planned "Radio Silence, Fix tell us if you see any raiders or slavers, and for god sakes if a reaper comes get the hell out" she said looking up at the school in front of her, it was rather large so it might have been used to as a raiders den that they hadn't found yet. She drew her pistols, slowly opening the door of the school, the entrance was empty but the halls were stained with blood, A reaper maybe, or cannibals, perhaps those sadistic raiders. She mulled over the possibilities as she continued down the hall, pulling a bandanna from her shorts pocket and tying it around her head to cover her mouth from the horrid smells. Her boots made soft thuds against the ground, as she checked a class room, tables and chairs everywhere but something told her she wasn't alone in the school, looking back she thought she smelt smoke as she turned into the halls and looked for the source.
The group responsible for this tragic outcome had long vanished, it had been 17 years since the apocalypse had fallen, 17 years since chaos had taken control, the group responsible had long been forgotten by some, other chose to hold the hatred forever. Others simply chose not to care about them, what's done is done right. In the end the world was still going to be that desert and no matter what anyone did nothing would change how it was. Radiation was high in some areas, Nuclear plants that had exploded left their destructive powers in the rubble, that's were mutants had been created, humans, animals it didn't matter. these had become common in the barrens. No one who valued their lives would dare to stand against a mutated creature, the most dangerous recorded was known as 'Reapers' mutated from what they believed as alligators and crocodiles, long legs, looking almost like raptors except for the large blade arm each bore, People who had seen them called those arms almost like a giant Scythe and that were the name stemmed from.
In the midst of all this, Mother was out in the field again, supplies were collected once a day during sunlight, they could of had the time as once a week but that wouldn't put food out if they happened to run out of food and clean water. The small town came into view from a distance. All that could be heard was the sounds of engines, if one was looking on they would see, motorbike leading, two cars following and a truck with a modified bed to carry their loot for today, this was the group of survivors that everyone had named "Angel". It was a name chosen by the people not them, they wouldn't call themselves angels, well not by how the acted around each other anyway but that was when they were out like this, today was no different as they pulled in the gas station of the town. It was empty as expected, nothing out of the ordinary which meant everything was out of the ordinary to them, nothing was this quiet.
The rather slender woman on the bike slipped off slowly, the brown and black goggles slipped off to dangle around her neck, she was Mother the leader of Eden and the Angels, she wasn't one you would take as a leader for something so great, she had navy blue hair, that spiked out the back just under her collar, the longest her bangs came about an inch below her collar. Her eyes were almost the same color as her hair, just more tinged with a light purple giving off a small grayish blue color. Her body was much less impressive as woman, though she wouldn't tell anyone of her past it wasn't much to dwell on anyway, in her life before the apocalypse she was only 10 herself, being in a rich family they bought her a medical treatment so expensive not many even bothered but they wanted her precious girl to stay young for as long as possible. The medicine slowed the aging process that meant her body would grow at a much slower rate though she was 27 in years, due to that effect she wouldn't pass for more than a 19 to 23 year old. It was nice to have the looks but sometimes she wanted to be taken seriously but every just thought she was the age she looked, she hadn't exactly told them how old she was.
She wore rather outdoors clothing, it was decent weather today, shorts and a tank top that hugged the skin so it couldn't be grabbed by an enemy, a belt around her waist let two Jericho 941 pistols hang, easy to reach and reliable weapons in her hands, she had various ammunition for them, most commonly she used .40 S&W rounds for them but in some cases she would use the .45 ACP as well, the extra ammunition was in the belt near the holsters, making it easy for her to reload quickly though after a firefight she usually had to go and search for the empty cartridges or Fix would have her head about having to build new ones from scrap metal. That was her to a tee she was often playful and a bit of a goof around when they were about to prep for a mission or just hanging out somewhere in the desert, but during missions and at Eden she held a more calming and serious nature one the children she saved could see as a role model.
"Tell me some good news Charge!" she yelled looking to the rather large man at the back, heavy weapons and lifting was his specialty, all though he was a little more quite and hard pressed when out like this "Nothing, looks like these pumps have been dry for a while" he said climbing down from the storage tank and going to the pick up truck "I bet it was those fucking raiders, they always steal our gas" she yelled looking at the surrounding desert "The nearest raiders camp is about 15 miles to the north actually" a younger girl chirped looking at a laptop screen and giggling. That was Fix, Fix was almost like a sister to Mother, well out here in their group she was nicknamed Delta. There group was made up of 5 people Charge, Fix, Shot, Track and her. In the history of their past they had been together for almost 6 years now, which was making them a little more like family that a group of scavengers.
Delta looked at the ground and groaned, kicking the floor with her boots that each concealed a nasty looking hunting knife, looking back at her group she smiled, "Fix monitor the perimeter and don't you dare go get distracted, Charge you stay here with Fix, Track go put the camera perimeter up, we haven't tracked this place yet, Shot there's a water toward go take the point" she said walking off down the road "What about you Del?" Fix asked confused "I thought I'd go get a tan....What do you think i'm doing idiot i'm looking for stranded!" she said throwing a small rock at Fix's head and continuing to walk down the road while everyone went off to their tasks. A small ear piece in her ear would let Fix tell her of trouble, as well as jabber on about what she was thinking and what she saw go by the window.
Delta heard the sounds of the everyone being in place, Shot had his sniper over the town, Track had set the camera perimeter and Charge and Fix were withe their vehicles at the station all was going as planned "Radio Silence, Fix tell us if you see any raiders or slavers, and for god sakes if a reaper comes get the hell out" she said looking up at the school in front of her, it was rather large so it might have been used to as a raiders den that they hadn't found yet. She drew her pistols, slowly opening the door of the school, the entrance was empty but the halls were stained with blood, A reaper maybe, or cannibals, perhaps those sadistic raiders. She mulled over the possibilities as she continued down the hall, pulling a bandanna from her shorts pocket and tying it around her head to cover her mouth from the horrid smells. Her boots made soft thuds against the ground, as she checked a class room, tables and chairs everywhere but something told her she wasn't alone in the school, looking back she thought she smelt smoke as she turned into the halls and looked for the source.
