Tuesday, September 29, 2015

100 Words a Day 709

They pulled up outside the wall surrounding the factory, composed of cinderblocks that had been scavenged from the ruins of the nearby city. The gate was a tall, long vehicle they had cobbled together. The outward-facing side was armored with large pieces of steel. Two men looked down at them from above. They each stood behind a high caliber gun mounted on the wall. They could hear shouting from the other side of the wall. A few moments later, a woman appeared.

“Why have you come to Cinder Bullet?” she shouted down.

“We’ve come to trade for ammo,” they replied.

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