The Nuclear Wasteland. A rather disgusting place in which few are granted power and glory. A place in which only fascist leaders with cold logic may prevail. A place in which loneliness is many times an option. Many kill just to get by, and many are lucky enough to find very small colonies and sometimes even larger organizations to join.
Ivan resides within the small town of Upperback, a community located within the middle of North Dakota. North Dakota hadn't been dealt the full brunt of the Nuclear Apocalypse, but it wasn't doing well either. Upperback is a rather peaceful place. The occasional group of raiders or super mutants is taken down rather easily by the towns militia.
The town is rather technologically advanced and has some buildings that could easily be renovated and could welcome more guests into, but due to the fact that not many can be trusted it's pretty much quarintined from society. Every so often a member of Project Subjugate (I'll mention them soon) passes by and tries to recruit a member. Project Subjugate is a prosperous group of varied individuals, well, that's at least what Ivan was told as a younger child. Ivan is a 22 year old, and is dying to leave......
Ivan resides within the small town of Upperback, a community located within the middle of North Dakota. North Dakota hadn't been dealt the full brunt of the Nuclear Apocalypse, but it wasn't doing well either. Upperback is a rather peaceful place. The occasional group of raiders or super mutants is taken down rather easily by the towns militia.
The town is rather technologically advanced and has some buildings that could easily be renovated and could welcome more guests into, but due to the fact that not many can be trusted it's pretty much quarintined from society. Every so often a member of Project Subjugate (I'll mention them soon) passes by and tries to recruit a member. Project Subjugate is a prosperous group of varied individuals, well, that's at least what Ivan was told as a younger child. Ivan is a 22 year old, and is dying to leave......
Ivan woke up with a start. Dreams, or rather nightmares at many times tended to wake him up at unwanted times. Though there wasn't a specific time anyone in the colony had to wake up, Ivan was already the first citizen who was ready for the day. He slowly arched forward, remembering that his makeshift bed was terrible and that it was killing his back. He cracked his neck and spine a bit, waiting for the pain to simmer down. After this he got up, letting the awake feeling flow over him.
He examined his surroundings, noting the small apartment building with the dank kitchen and the ugly floors. He turned the radio on, and immediately one of the hundred-two hundred some odd songs started playing. He always loved the music they played, it woke him up and for some reason he always wanted to hear this one song but only heard it once as a child. He examined the desk next to his bed which held the said radio, a lamp, and his pistol. He walked over towards the kitchen, making sure not to step on the splintered wood.
He looked over to the barely working fridge, sending a hand over to the handle. He opened the door in a nonchalant manner. He grabbed over to bag of 200 year old seeds and some slightly irradiated water. He didn't eat too much because food was something he was used to not eating in large quantities.
Ivan sighed, and he constantly reminded himself everyday that it was his last. This time, however, he was actually going to try to leave. He grabbed over towards his pack, sliding the small amount of food and the radio into it. He grabbed the loaded pistol and threw the rounds into the zipper bag. Closing it up he opened the door. It was still slightly dark outside, so he grabbed over towards his one high-tech device.... his watch.