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Klayhamn waked up.
'Damn. Hate to sleep ou'here in the wasteland.'
He cleaned the dust of his dirty lether clothes.
"Boze? Bozar wake up, we're moving!"
Bozar opened his eyes. The dog barked, and stood up.
Klayhamn felt a tickle in the back of his neck.
It was that sort of feeling that you have before something big is about to happen. Klay knew it.
He opend his bag, looking inside it.
"Ahh boze, look at this. Unbe'fucking'lievable. What a fine loot."
It was a pile of rifles, guns, and loads of ammo. It was stolen, for Klayhamn was a thief.
And not just a thief.
A thief for rent he was.
He stood up, took the heavy bag, packed up his stuff, and started striding east.
After a short while, he bumped into a lone cloaked man, which was walking in the oposite direction.
"Hello Klayhamn."
Klayhamn stopped.
He looked up, trying to see the man's face from within his thick cloak, and stared at him with narrow eyes. He said nothing.
"Thou and thy destiny have a meeting just today. You are in the correct direction. To the east, through the mist.
Cross it."
Bozar started to bark.
"what the fuck are you talking about" asked Klayhamn quietly, staring at the floor.
The man didn't answer.
He continued walking, and faded away in the horizon.
After hours of walking, Klayhamn still didn't find any town, and his map didn't match any of the area he thought he was in.
But suddenly, he heared something.
It was a car.
A jeep.
It came closer, and when then stopped.
There were about 5 men sitting in that jeep, all dressed alike, and looked almost like brothers.
A man stuck his head outside the window.
Klayhamn felt that tickle in the back of his neck again.
'Damn. Hate to sleep ou'here in the wasteland.'
He cleaned the dust of his dirty lether clothes.
"Boze? Bozar wake up, we're moving!"
Bozar opened his eyes. The dog barked, and stood up.
Klayhamn felt a tickle in the back of his neck.
It was that sort of feeling that you have before something big is about to happen. Klay knew it.
He opend his bag, looking inside it.
"Ahh boze, look at this. Unbe'fucking'lievable. What a fine loot."
It was a pile of rifles, guns, and loads of ammo. It was stolen, for Klayhamn was a thief.
And not just a thief.
A thief for rent he was.
He stood up, took the heavy bag, packed up his stuff, and started striding east.
After a short while, he bumped into a lone cloaked man, which was walking in the oposite direction.
"Hello Klayhamn."
Klayhamn stopped.
He looked up, trying to see the man's face from within his thick cloak, and stared at him with narrow eyes. He said nothing.
"Thou and thy destiny have a meeting just today. You are in the correct direction. To the east, through the mist.
Cross it."
Bozar started to bark.
"what the fuck are you talking about" asked Klayhamn quietly, staring at the floor.
The man didn't answer.
He continued walking, and faded away in the horizon.
After hours of walking, Klayhamn still didn't find any town, and his map didn't match any of the area he thought he was in.
But suddenly, he heared something.
It was a car.
A jeep.
It came closer, and when then stopped.
There were about 5 men sitting in that jeep, all dressed alike, and looked almost like brothers.
A man stuck his head outside the window.
Klayhamn felt that tickle in the back of his neck again.