Short Story On Raiders

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There was a loud crash and I hit my head against the floor. Which was an odd thing to happen considering that I had been sitting up. "What the fuck." Someone said. Not a question, an exclamation. I agreed, to be honest. What the fuck. Dust rose around me, thick and clogging, entering my nose and mouth with invasiveness normally reserved for more private moments. The good news was that I was not alone, the people I was with were able to enjoy this new dustiness with me. The bad news was that I didn't really know or particularly like any of them. I reached down and pushed myself up. My palm was resting on dirt, cracked and dry. Odd, not in that it was cracked and dry, that was fairly common in California, odd in that a third story tiled floor doesn't usually turn into dirt. …show more content…

What type of raiders are they? Do they fly around in ships? Do you even know what ships are? Or cars? Or even a wagon?" He looked offended. "Now hold on just a minute." He started. "Just because I live out here don't mean I don't know what a damn wagon is, there's one right there!" He said, motioning over to a wagon. "It was hyperbole. I would sincerely hope you would know what a wagon is when you're standing right next to one." "Okay okay." The professor said, motioning me back. "I'm sorry, we're all just a little confused and agitated. We don't really know how we got here ourselves. Just a few minutes ago I was teaching an English class. I hope you don't mind if you elaborate a little on the raiders? Or who Elysium is? Actually, if you have a map at all that would be quite helpful." Fancy-hat glared at me. "I think the Sheriff might just got what you're looking for, what you're all looking for." He said, making eye contact. I rolled my eyes. "Could you lead us?" The Professor said, "I'm afraid I don't know where that is." "I don't know, I've got to get back to my cows, lord only knows what will happen if I forget what a wagon is on the way

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