1. Sabine And The Dot


    Date: 6/27/2016, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: AnnieMiller, Source: LushStories

    Sabine watched the dot. She turned away briefly to see Sky on her knees in the dust. Using a small foldaway military spade, she was trying to dig a snake out from under a pile of leaking transmissions. Four years after the Diablo Canyon nuclear generating facility lit up the night sky, the U.S.A had been reduced to a third world shell. Those with wealth reduced to poverty. Those already struggling with poverty finding their natural strength and intuition allowed them to survive head above the rest. The resulting fallout caused all American livestock to be inedible and crops unsellable. This resulted in aid shipments only, causing rioting, looting and a breakdown of law and order from coast to coast. Away from the coast movement of goods was controlled by bandits, traders and elite groups of mercenaries. Sabine watched the dot. Despite being close to the interstate nothing much passed the dust strewn Nevada junkyard. The two girl’s had taken it for themselves after coming across the murdered owner’s corpse in a trailer. He was killed for his stockpile of gasoline. Luckily the bandit’s didn’t find the huge stockade, in the luggage compartment of a school bus. There was enough arms and ammunition to keep the girls safely holed up for years. Sabine watched the dot. It was getting bigger...closer...bigger dots passed it by. Moments later the bigger dot in car form would pass by on the interstate at a fuel conserving pace. The small dot was either bad at hitching or not even ...
    trying. Soon the dot took the form of a man. Sabine looked at the figure through one half of a broken pair of binoculars. She could see his wide brimmed hat, dust kicked up by striding footprints. He was less than a mile away now. She whistled to Sky. Sky was throwing the snakes head and skin to Casper, a white bad tempered Chihuahua . Sky looked up towards her and instantly threw up the pump action shotgun before arming herself with an AK47. Both girls only nineteen years old but now with maturity beyond their years, Sabs rough cut brown hair in a short bobbed cut, Sky’s hair blond long and tangled. They were dressed in leather boots, beaten hot pants and oil stained vests, Sky draped a check blouse across her shoulders and a pair of gas cutting goggles protected her pale blue eyes. Sabine went back to tracking the figure. He was less than half a mile away now. She could just make out that he wore a backpack; some items were hanging from it. The figure wore sunglasses and gloves, a trader. Despite fearing strangers the girls needed supplies and traders carried things they might need. All strangers though were to be treated with caution. Sab let out another whistle and half jumped, half fell, down the pallet staircase leading from the viewpoint on top of the two semi trailers stacked one on top of the other. The girls took their positions at the closed yard gate. Sab stuck her shotgun through a slot; sky hung back ready to riddle the gate with holes should anything bad happen to ...
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