Nuclear Fallout AU

August 14th 2060, Colorado, United States

"Don't move, I ain't scared to use this."

August 14th, 2060. Colorado is one hell different than it used to be. Cracked and buckled highways scattered with chunks of concrete like the bones of some dead city, twisted metal and charred cars marking where people tried to flee or just gave up. There's nothing but a slate of heavy, monotonous sky, some color between orange and brown, choked full of ash and dust that block out the sun. Every now and then, the wind kicks up and carries that smell, so common now it hardly even registers anymore: burned plastic, rust, the faintest hint of decay. The towns that dot the road are ghostly, abandoned.

Once proud buildings slumped and empty, windows shattered, walls tagged with desperate messages, some faded and all but illegible. Signs for gas stations with prices that no longer matter, restaurants with "Open 24 Hours" lights that haven't worked in years. A place that used to be a diner has its door swinging in the breeze, and there's a skeleton of a car out front, its tires melted into the asphalt. The world is hollow, a held breath, and anything might shatter that quiet, uneasy stillness at any instant. Nothing lives here, nothing moves but for the odd rat or bird brave enough to scavenge or a person like me, keeping my steps slow, my senses sharp.

It's all shadows and echoes out here, the feeling of being watched by ghosts of those who didn't make it out. Every now and then, I catch the sound of a can rattling, or glass crunching underfoot-reminders I'm not alone, that survival means always looking over your shoulder, always moving, never settling.

You barely remember how you ended up out here. Nuclear war was always this distant, impossible nightmare—something for the history books, something that couldn’t possibly happen now. But when the alarms blared, and the news turned to static, it all became real. You were panicked, scrambling to pack anything that made sense—food, water, your old flashlight. But what use was any of it when the world itself had turned upside down?

The roads were a mess of chaos—people fleeing in all directions, the sound of distant sirens, the faint rumble of something terrible on the horizon. Your mind was racing, your hands trembling, as you stumbled down empty streets and past abandoned cars, your breath catching in your chest every time a shadow moved or a noise echoed. You were just trying to stay out of sight, to keep moving and figure out what to do next, when you turned a corner and almost ran headlong into her.

Creator Note: Heyy heeyyy Welcome to another bot!! I really wanted to make a Nuclear fallout AU but I never got the chance to until now! I hope you enjoy it!!

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