Sorry for not posting the first chapter earlier, but my sister needed the computer for a ton of homework. Well, I told you this was going to be like Pulp Fiction, so, here it is.
2009: The Rebels- Chapter One: The Good Guys
Now, being ruled by a semi-retarded lazy idiot, of course people would fight back. These were called The Rebels, one-half of this tale of mine. They were ruthless, vile, dirty, and cruel, but nevertheless, they were called the "good guys". Bullshit, it's 2099, there is no good and bad.
Andersson put out the joint he was smoking and made his way back through the trash and corpses. His Tent was on the east side of the Wasteland, aka The Rich People's Side. Whatever. He sighed and picked up that night's dinner: An old banana peel and a piece of tire. Baby and Toddler would get cranky again, they were tired of tires. As he made his way home he stopped at the local Healer, Mr_Pope.
Andersson: Knock knock!
Mr_Pope: Come on in, son! I was cleaning this shithole up, but I guess I need a little company from once in a while. How have you been?
Andersson: Wylo is getting ready to attack Remilin, and he just showed me the plans.
Mr_Pope: Oh, all this war killing my children. You should know by now that you have to stay put, Andersson. Battle ain't a Wasteman's business.
Andersson: Healer, you're either stubborn or stupid. Can't you see what that retard has done to us? What did you had for lunch today? Cans again?
Some more bickering happened in between the two. Meanwhile, two armed men patroled the Tents. Their names were Chocloman and Lost_Chances.
Lost_Chances: Nothing much has been happening tonight. Thank Fulp.
ChocloMan: Yes, finally. Are you going to Remilin tomorrow?
Lost_Chances: No, Wylo put me in the guard shift. I'm staying here all day long.
The still of the night was broken by the a dozen guns firing at the two men. The bullets ripped the trash to shreds, sending particles flying like hail. A naked man appeared out of the darkness and impailed Chocloman through the chest with a sword. The rebel fell to the ground, crying in pain.
Lost_Chances: FUCK! AH! CHOCLOMAN, WAKE THE FUCK UP-
Two bullets made contact with his forehead and exploded his skull to smithereens.
Chocloman: Ugh...ahh..Lost_Chances...I'm.I'm dying here! For Fulp's sake, wake the---fuck..up!
Naked Man: I am so sorry, about that, filthy rebel. War is war, and sadly I'm on the bad side. You'll die in a few hours, but the pain will be intolerable. I'll give you the honor in letting your leader know who killed yoy. It is I, StarF68, sergeant of Royal Platoon Delta, 1st Squad. Tell me the information I need now. Were is your army going tomorrow, you pig?
Chocloman: I'm...tell-telling nothing,you b-bastrad! Aagh! Go t-t-to hell. Pig.
Chocloman spat, his bloody saliva drenching StarF68'S boot. Two of his soldiers came out of the darkness and impaled him in the chest twice more with their swords. Chocloman gave out a cry of pain and died.
StarF68; What the hell!? This was our only lead! You idiots!
StarF68 pulled out his L4-Z3R gun and made a hole in both of their skulls. He turned around and dissapeared through the darkness, leaving four dead bodies behind.
End of Chapter One
HEY MY NAME IS FRAGMENT, AND I GO TO THE POTTY ALLL BY MYSEEEELFFF
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