A smoldering nimbus above rushes in with gaseous wings as me and my sister share the last of our moments. I began with reflecting on the days prior, when we had to eat our newborn. Those days were a blessing. The flora around us now dissipating rapidly, we urinate a puddle of warmth for one last pleasure.
This may all sound strange to your customs, but after I finish my story you will understand fully the significance we were to the human race.
I was born on a spiderweb as well as with my twin sister. My first meals were rats collected from the surrounding caves of past vaults. Clara the spider who spun the elegant webbed bed I slept in for 2 years, had a deal with my mother and father. I later found out about this deal when Clara tells me that she ate them in return for the lives of my sister and I. She also had sworn to protect us.
When me and my sister were of age, we were permitted to leave aunt Claras. Still stressed from the restless nights we spent in the transient winds of the wasteland, me and her cried damn near every day.
We strolled along a path in search for where it lead to. After 12 eclipses we found civilization. The dwellings were extremely different than aunt Clara's. The architecture of the hovels demanded an awe. I turned to my sister and noticed her foot was pierced by a stinger of some sort. I franticly searched around the area for some debris that could prop it out of her. Thats when a fellow wearing a great hulking silver colored vest walked out.
TO BE CONTINUED
Should I continue this story? Is it fallouty enough? Suggestions appreciated!
This may all sound strange to your customs, but after I finish my story you will understand fully the significance we were to the human race.
I was born on a spiderweb as well as with my twin sister. My first meals were rats collected from the surrounding caves of past vaults. Clara the spider who spun the elegant webbed bed I slept in for 2 years, had a deal with my mother and father. I later found out about this deal when Clara tells me that she ate them in return for the lives of my sister and I. She also had sworn to protect us.
When me and my sister were of age, we were permitted to leave aunt Claras. Still stressed from the restless nights we spent in the transient winds of the wasteland, me and her cried damn near every day.
We strolled along a path in search for where it lead to. After 12 eclipses we found civilization. The dwellings were extremely different than aunt Clara's. The architecture of the hovels demanded an awe. I turned to my sister and noticed her foot was pierced by a stinger of some sort. I franticly searched around the area for some debris that could prop it out of her. Thats when a fellow wearing a great hulking silver colored vest walked out.
TO BE CONTINUED
Should I continue this story? Is it fallouty enough? Suggestions appreciated!