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Black Market Merchant

Several years after major nuclear wars, followed by the rise of robotic armies, have caused the world to become post-apocalyptic. The year is 2276 and Earth is now full of anarchy, corruption, and death. The rich are richer, the poor are poorer and government’s ever crueler. A lone woman carrying a large backpack, in the shape of a coffin, comes to a small post-apocalyptic town in the middle of southern Utah, whose only existence rides on the Colorado River. There is a dam which provides water, food, and transportation to the several thousand people who have been congregating in the slowly re-growing town. Many had once hoped to fix the hydroelectric station to rebuild their lives, but corruption brews. This lone woman stops at one of the bars in town and gets into a fight with some local gangsters who were mistreating a young girl outside. Causing her to become at odds with the gangs of the town. This is the instance that first roots our heroine, Lisa Cunningham, to save this town and prompted her to start growing her Black Market Empire here! However, gangs are the least of her worries! Robotic army’s, rebellion militia, mutated monsters, mad cults, competing companies, government entities and lustful men keep ogling over her all the time!! Not to mention the strange events that slowly begin to unfold around the little girl, Hanna, that Lisa had saved. Yet there is more to Lisa than gorgeous looks alone. She has come back from over 200 years ago and is learning more about what has happened while she was in cryogenic sleep. A sleep that she volunteered to do for the US military due to her cyborg body! There is so much that has changed on Earth, much of which is far from what she once remembered and now she has even more to learn. How will she be able to survive in a hostile apocalyptic world and reach her own frivolous goals to obtain great riches? Follow along now! Please Vote and leave Comments!

KyleSullivanJr · Sci-fi
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267 Chs

Chapter 232: Bring them Back

The smell of smoke was strong as it wafted over the townspeople as they worked. Lisa had given everyone time to rest and reorganize their thoughts, but the day was growing dim, and they had to burry the dead. This task was not easy for most of them. They knew those they buried as acquaintances, friend, or kin.

The area just north of the dam’s property was chosen as the final resting place of over a hundred lost souls. The vacant area was peaceful and being next to the lake made it a perfect place to lay them to rest at.

Nathan had just finished digging out a shallow grave for a man who’s name he didn’t know, but he recognized his face. The man had worked as one of the clerks for Mr. Flanagan and had always been adamant in his work to do anything to help the ERM provide for the town. Weeping alongside the sandy grave was a woman, much older than the man he had buried, that was holding the dead man’s hand tightly.