Post by Ferobbcious Beast on Aug 21, 2019 0:34:17 GMT
Living a ways off from the small city of Siberius was a hunter of the frozen taigas. His hunt this day had been successful; a wild boar was being prepared by his dear wife, Anita, in the kitchen area of his small wooden lodge. When he came home with fresh game, his wife typically offered to take the workload off his hands and handle the rest of what was needed to do with the animals. Likewise, when it was Anita who returned with venison in her hands, it was Boris that prepared the meat. If they were not hunting together, then they would stay in contact with their smartphones. They made the perfect team.
“Have you any news from the city?” Anita called from the kitchen.
Boris’s hand felt around the table to his side in search of the television’s remote; taking it from the grasp of a grizzly bear plush, he lowered the volume so that he may hear his wife better.
“No, no news,” he answered. “I saw no one. No hunters, no campers, no hikers…”
“That is rather strange. And concerning,” Anita called back.
The kind man was about to answer back when an odd noise from the TV drew his attention. The image flickered, before simply turning into noise. Frowning, Boris switched it off and stood up. He was about to turn around and head to the kitchen to help prepare the boar meat when an unusual sight from outside stopped him cold.
A long plume of smoke floated up from the city of Siberius. He called his wife over to look. The two stood and watched in silence and shock, but quickly had to look away when a flash of light blinded them.
A deafening explosion tore the city apart, a ripple of wind washing over the forest and the hunters’ wooden lodge. Their window shattered, prompting Boris to quickly turn around and drop to the floor, clutching his wife protectively. Thanks to his rapid reaction, the two were unharmed; shaken and with a few scratches from flying glass, but otherwise fine.
When the commotion settled, Boris stood up, helping Anita to her feet as well.
“If there are any survivors out there… I must help them!” Boris exclaimed.
Without even leaving the time for Anita to utter a single word, he dressed himself up, grabbed his rifle and rushed outside, headed towards the ruined city.
The woman did not want him to go, but her noble husband was stubborn and would not listen to her if she told him to stay. It was in his blood to help others in need. She would stay put until he came back.
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Nothing was alive in the shattered ruins of Siberius, however. Or, at least, nothing that was human.
In the middle of the explosion’s epicenter lay a horribly scarred creature, patches of ragged fur and blood strewn across its body. It appeared to be dead…
“Have you any news from the city?” Anita called from the kitchen.
Boris’s hand felt around the table to his side in search of the television’s remote; taking it from the grasp of a grizzly bear plush, he lowered the volume so that he may hear his wife better.
“No, no news,” he answered. “I saw no one. No hunters, no campers, no hikers…”
“That is rather strange. And concerning,” Anita called back.
The kind man was about to answer back when an odd noise from the TV drew his attention. The image flickered, before simply turning into noise. Frowning, Boris switched it off and stood up. He was about to turn around and head to the kitchen to help prepare the boar meat when an unusual sight from outside stopped him cold.
A long plume of smoke floated up from the city of Siberius. He called his wife over to look. The two stood and watched in silence and shock, but quickly had to look away when a flash of light blinded them.
A deafening explosion tore the city apart, a ripple of wind washing over the forest and the hunters’ wooden lodge. Their window shattered, prompting Boris to quickly turn around and drop to the floor, clutching his wife protectively. Thanks to his rapid reaction, the two were unharmed; shaken and with a few scratches from flying glass, but otherwise fine.
When the commotion settled, Boris stood up, helping Anita to her feet as well.
“If there are any survivors out there… I must help them!” Boris exclaimed.
Without even leaving the time for Anita to utter a single word, he dressed himself up, grabbed his rifle and rushed outside, headed towards the ruined city.
The woman did not want him to go, but her noble husband was stubborn and would not listen to her if she told him to stay. It was in his blood to help others in need. She would stay put until he came back.
---
Nothing was alive in the shattered ruins of Siberius, however. Or, at least, nothing that was human.
In the middle of the explosion’s epicenter lay a horribly scarred creature, patches of ragged fur and blood strewn across its body. It appeared to be dead…
