Derek stopped searching the pile of junk and raised his head for a second, looking to the distant column of black smoke that loomed over the horizon. It seemed static, almost as if it was painted over a canvas, but after staring at it for some time he determined that it was moving slowly as if carried by the wind. He hadn’t lost track of it all morning long, so he also knew that the smoke was fading away and
The noise of the mongrelmorphs woke me up. One of them was making a high-pitched sound that was drilling my tank, like that of some nails scratching metal. I was getting tired of telling Luigi not to let them inside, but as usual, no one gave shit about my opinions. It seemed I really was the laughing stock of the place. It was a bit cold, but a week ago, while being chased by a bunch of rockscratchers near the
We show you a new story, this time set in Fort Germania. – Jacob, wake up. Aarón wants to see you. Jacob turned around grudgingly in his bunk and opened one of his eyes. In the doorstep he could see the silhouette of a man who could only be Max, a black wardrobe of a man ripe with muscles and bad temper, with his characteristic olive green tee, a camo trouser, solid-looking military boots and the gas mask he always
A new short story, in which some inhabitants of the Wasteland try to explain how the world has came to its current situation. The fire crackled slowly, knowing its time will eventually come, trying to taste every second. The sky was crystal clear and even the Milky Way could be seen crossing it like a great scar. Four elder men were sitting around the campfire, enjoying the heat it provided in that chilly night. It was a night of tales,
This is the first tale in a series of short stories based on the world of Punkapocalyptic, which we hope will help you to imagine life in the Wasteland. The last assignment Not every day you have the chance to make History. My master was near to madness sometimes, that I knew well, but no doubt he also was the smartest guy in all the Wasteland, or at least in the part of it I know. He had been with
Here you are a new story, this time about a boy from Scrapbridge. After getting out of his house Saul still had to cross several walkways and turn in countless bends and twists, go down a dozen ladders and wait in more than one queue to get to the lower part. The upper part of Scrapbridge was occupied by houses, generally smaller and more unstable the higher they were. They were attached to the remains of an old bridge by
