I remember like it was yesterday.
The sky was bright blues and the clouds were white. A troupe was setting up for the carnival which was to happen in a few days. The whole place was abuzz of activity. Then it happened. The ground erupted as bombs pelted the ground and suddenly the air was filled with chemical gas and smoke from fires.
Panicked screams replaced the sound of birds and the gurgle of the fountain. People dropped to the ground, some dying, others buckled over in pain. I was one of the latter. As I laid on the ground, my body wracked in pain, I saw men in mask walk through the gas ladened air. Some carried bags and a few of them dragged a flat wagon.
To weak and disoriented, the living were rounded up and tubular devices were implanted in their arms. I don’t know what it was for, but the moment I received the impact I was able to breath better. The dead were tossed in the wagon. The men with mask left as suddenly as they had arrived and gates were erected over the city to keep us from getting out
And that was the day everything changed. . This city use to be so pretty. Full of color. Full of life. Now it’s just a wasteland and the people, well, we are something else.
Wearing:
Shirt: -DRD- Wasteland Torn Tank – Gray @ Indie Teepee { Until Aug 6th}
Pants: -DRD- Wasteland Leggings – Gray @ Indie Teepee { Until Aug 6th}
Shoes: -DRD- Dirty Combats – Gray
Hair: .Shi Hair : Ethereal . DBrown
Accessories:-DRD- Bone Injector @ Indie Teepee { Until Aug 6th}
[RA] Runaway Backpack [Black]
[ContraptioN] [ContraptioN] Glacious Visor (rezzed) @ Indie Teepee { Until Aug 6th}
FATEplay – ArmPod – Alternate (Weathered)
Pose: :LW: Poses – A quiet life @ The Liaison Collaborative { Starting Aug 7th }
