Rivalry

You’ve got to be kidding me…

I was escorted through the tunnels by Gray and that spider woman. On our way out, I spotted a clearing full of supplies, tables, and sleeping bags. A tribe of mean looking women were gathered around a soft electric lamp, enjoying some canned food. At first I didn’t think anything of it. Then I realized that my backpack (and everything in it) had been stolen during the attack. I had nothing but the clothes on my back.

Once we returned to the surface, the spider woman (who Gray called Tarantulanna) quietly slipped back into her hideout. Gray started removing the spider web residue from my body. At first I thought he was helping me, but then he packaged it into a puck shaped tin. I pleaded with the Australian that I needed my gear back. Gray pulled on his hat and pointed me back toward Abundance. I slapped my forehead. I didn’t have anything to trade with; even my dog-tags had been stolen.

The bushman just blinked at me and said, “Such is life in the wasteland.”

I can’t believe this guy. He has so many tags that he clinks and jingles with every step, but he won’t even give me a handful out of charity. He said it was my fault for trespassing, but how was I supposed to know? The mine looked abandoned from the outside!

Worst of all, before leaving, Gray mentioned that he couldn’t help me because he had to find a water source for Abundance and some General. I told him that I had traveled into the wasteland for the same reason and asked if we could team up. He shook his head and started toward the mountains without another word.

I’ll show him.

-Joe Junkman

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All Tied Up

I have a headache…

I woke up upside down. I had no idea how long I had been hanging here, but all the blood had rushed to my head. I tried to squirm free, but my entire body was bound in something strong, silky, and sticky. To make matters worse, it was pitch black; I couldn’t see a thing!

After what seemed like maybe half an hour or so, a beam of white light appeared, revealing my surroundings. The walls of my tomb were made of solid rock and wooden pillars, but everything was covered with streams of white silk.

Then I noticed the spider hanging from the ceiling. It was the biggest most grotesque thing I had ever seen. This monster looked like a black window, but was the size of a coconut crab! I tried to stay still as the light came closer, hoping that the creature wouldn’t notice me. Still, I felt sick to my stomach and my eyebrow wouldn’t stop twitching.

“Wakey wakey,” a woman’s voice called out. She shined the flashlight right in my face. I couldn’t see a thing.

When my eyes readjusted to the light, I was able to clearly see my captor. She wore a glossy cat suit and half of her head was shaved, revealing an awful rash or maybe an acid burn. The woman clicked her tongue, causing the spider to crawl up her body and rest on her shoulder.

She turned her head to the darkness and said “Is this the one?”

“Yeah that’s him.” a familiar voice replied.

The woman hissed and clicked at the back of her throat.  The spider leapt off her body and starting biting at my sides. I felt something cold flowing through my veins. I couldn’t even squirm. I thought my heart was going to shut down.

Then I dropped to the floor. My captors helped me to my feet. I thought I was being poisoned but there wasn’t a scratch on me. I still had no idea what these two wanted from me.

As my eyes adjusted again, I was able to make out the distinctive slouch hat and safari gear that could only belong to James Gray. The Australian brushed me off and said that this was the last time he was going to save me.

I really hate this guy.

-Joe Junkman