oh the WASTELAND

Your each step feels heavy, small beads of sweat formed on your face, slowly trickling down. It would be fitting to start this story with 'God Damn The Sun' reference, but at this point, you're not even sure whether God exists. All you can hope for, is to find a small city... town... village... ANYTHING.

" HEEEEEY!!!! " someone yells out behind you in a rather high pitched voice, it was a bit funny to be honest... what wasn't funny though, is the fact that whoever the hell that was just threw a wrench into your head, and you, alongside damned wrench hit the ground.

you look up to see who just threw a tool into the back of your head and it was... yeah you have no ideas who the hell this guy was supposed to be. He laughs to himself in a rather malicious way, like some super villain type shi- " HEHEHHEHEHE!! YOUR. NOT. MOLD ENOUGH!!!! "

madman says as he pulls out a quite mechanical looking fertilizer.