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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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Chapter 147: Artillery

The Hunters were charged with crossing over the napalm smoke and using flairs, mark out where the Twisted were fewest. Then the AI tanks would follow the Hunters towards the marked directions to dampen the flames using their treads. The ICADS would follow immediately after, flanking the special weapons artillery trucks. In this military procession, not a single weapon had stopped firing at the Hoard.

56 watched all this robotic verse monster warfare unfold from the slightly uncomfortable trailer bed while floating towards the black wall of billowing smoke. After passing by, he saw that there was no obvious direction that could be considered to have the fewest Twisted. The napalm fire and smoke had attracted every Twisted with in sight. Twisted had fully surrounded the perimeter of the flames screeching and bellowing with malicious intent.