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THE AFTERMATH
It's been several months since the explo
slons stopped. The screeching screams
across sky, the booming, the crackling
of the air like sizzling oil overhead, are all
gone. It's deathly quiet now. Nobody had
thought they'd ever doit that it would come
to this
No more babies laughing. Their ears
were the first to explode in the initial
moments of the bombardment They're all
gone now.
No more humor no more things to be
jaken lightly.
No more, flowers, no more leaves, 'no
more birds
A wind blows, gently at firies, moving
things in the slight way that the wind moves
things. But this wind burns.
Since it all ended,ve seepless shah for
ty people on the surface, They all looked.
blank. They looked as blank as I felt inside
Love has somehow been orased Cite
seems emply without the love
ing on the bumper, sweat beading all over
me and reflecting the copper-red death in
the air. The wind only burned a little now,
taking tiny bites at my flesh, tingling almost
pleasantly, but knew it was only doing me
harm if howled, ever-so-slightly in the torn
wreckage of this city. It gave me the feeling
that the city was weeping, like a mortally
wounded giant, Innocent, never meaning
anything any harm
Then faintly, I heard it. At first it was the
thought of a memory, a clicket cking
Before the holocaust coul stantly
recognize the sound within two d cks, and
would rear my head in an attempt to con
nect the sounds to certain indiv als. But
now I had to strain to be sure I was hearing
the clicking. Was I going crazy? No, it's too
late for that, I went crazy long ago. In fact
went crazy right away.
Still, I strained. I had to be sure.
with Chef-Boy-Am--Hungry
close to resembling a grin as anything these
days.
Soon we were all hacking at the wall, side
by side. They used thein kicktails and I my
bumper tool.
Once inside the cache we found the
essentials of existance. They informed me
that this was the same way they came
across their new sticks, in the basement of
a sports equipment warehouse Most of the
mystery- fors were beginning to bald; one
lost all of his hair,
had begun to yellow Eating was the only
thing on the mind. The yellow-eyed casual
ty took command of the situation by locating
the survival, stove and gathering the
necessary ingredients for
NITRO-EGG
(Described for a single serving
2 eggs
Green peppers
1 can chill
onions
Yes. Yes, there was clicking. Clickety-
clicking, click-clickety-click. It was com-
pounding itself. There's more than one of tomato
have passed on, and on and onem, thought.
day, it could've been a day, ore
turned and turned, aiming my ears, try-
could've been a bright night there's noting to perceive the direction from which the
much to dispute anymore because timoisn't clicks approached wanted to be ready.
as important as the next breath. but
hoping they were friendly knew how their
kind used to be. Who know what they'd
mutated info2
THERE WAS
For the past several handfuls of in
I time I'd been doing a bit of
but had not come up with very
aminated,
hing of real
food and
deep
ubble
blem. Once you lind
caches
They sped around the corner, past the B
of A skeleton, confirming my suspicions
There were six of 'em and they all rode new
Sticks.
Soon we were facing each other. Six of
them with boards and me and my Ferrari,
bumper insed recognition and sensed
that they too sensed recognition, but none
of us could put a finger on
carrot shavings
cheese
high octane hot sauce
First Beat the eggs up and make an
omelette. Throw the veggies in, and then the
cheese Let the cheese melt, take omelette
out of pan.
Second Slop the chili onto the omelette and
fold over like a taco Put more cheese on,
then the high octane devil juice, Eat the pig
and feel the radiation sickness temporarily
fade away
Recipe submitted by Brock de
Christopher of Providence, RI
TEN MINUTE WARNING
The ultimate t-shirt, guaranteed to repell
No words were spoken: What could we radiation when the big one drops. So when
say anyway
It went on like that for what could be
Inside, Luck has a lot to do with this measured as twenty minutes, maybe more
existance
Eventually uncovered
cache. I sensed it would
ed, so began to dig out
twisted Ferrari bumper
my multi-purpose took could sense food.
and because it was sealed up so tight, I
knew it wasn't contaminated
They looked Dooked, the once over many
times over both ways
Then one of them began staring at the
fafoo on my arm the letters TH-R-A-S-H
E-R through, ap SS Totenkop His eyes
twinkled in mild reflection, then he gestured,
with his hand, directing the
companions. They, in turn
I paused to rest at length and stood, lean responded with expressions that came as
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