Post on 30-May-2018
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AP American Peter Straubinger
Reconstruction Period 5
Two figures were silhouetted against the orange horizon, alone under the midday
harshness of the sun. One of the figures was obviously a man. Though the barren
landscape provided no basis for comparison, he appeared tall and lithe, with a weathered
akubra shadowing the top half of his face. Beside him was a dark smudge which
gradually resolved itself into a large dog, panting and trotting at the mans heels. The pair
appeared, in a word, frayed. Dust seemed just as much a part of the mans attire as his
faded, brown overcoat. Beside ragged boots, the dog paused to occasionally snuffle the
ground, glance ahead, and continue to pad ahead. It looked equally tired as its
companion, the chipped scars on its pointed ears serving token to a hundred close calls.
The pair walked on, through the wasteland.
A hundred yards ahead, a shattered building raised its twisted steel girders in a
quiet show of defiance to the sky. From a single raised corner, the building seemed to
flow downwards into a bombed-out second floor. Semi-functional stairs descended to an
ersatz floor of concrete, dirt, wood, and rock, surrounded by the low, brick remnants of
the ground wall. This lonely building had been the pairs destination for miles; it carried
the promise of shelter, and the temptation of food.
Approaching the structure, the man began to grow more cautious. His posture
dipped low, and he unshouldered the ancient-looking rifle on his back. The dog followed
suit, soundlessly slinking beside him. One by one, the man checked what remained of the
buildings windows. First the rifles barrel would enter the frame, followed by a roving
eye and then the rest of the head. With no inhabitants in sight, the man circled back to the
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door. It was obviously of a later construction than the rest of the building, a jury-rigged
sheet of scrap metal riveted into panels. It was also entirely nonfunctional; a shoulder
thrust against it yielded nothing but a dull thud. Unfazed, the man stepped over to the
nearest window, and began to climb in.
The buildings interior was a familiar sight. An unadorned mattress was shored up
against a corner, under the pool of shade that the fragmented ceiling provided. Similar
amenities decorated the rest of the room. At the foot of the mattress was a battered
refrigerator that had obviously not had power in the mans lifetime. Along the walls stood
bookshelves, empty save for the occasional charred volume. Boxes of all sorts littered the
entire area in piles, some spilling out the junk, scrap metal, or tools that lay inside. The
stairs upwards lay behind a concrete partition, up to the ruined floor above.
The man began to stalk towards the refrigerator, rifle in hand. He appeared more
relaxed, however, now that he was within the walls of the building. The dog walked over
to a row of shelves in the corner, sniffing at everything in its path. The man spoke in a
low voice, jointly addressing himself and his furred companion.
Cmon, lets have something gooooodfood? Hey, foodd be nice, or water,
yeah He continued in this fashion, obviously seeking to introduce some sound to the
stale atmosphere. He reached the refrigerator, and in the absence of a handle began to tug
at the door.
Come on you damned thing and give me what ngh!
Punctuating each tug at the door with a growled epithet, the mans efforts paid off
unexpectedly, and he fell backwards holding the entire door.
Goddamn stupid bleedingoh. Oh. Oh my.
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He stared fixated on the bounty that lay in front of him, his mouth widening into a
rare grin. Row upon row of cans lined the refrigerators interior, each one promising a
unique ambrosia. As a whole, it was likely a months generous supply of food, with the
fact that it was within a very adequate shelter serving only to sweeten the deal.
Garraty! Hey, Garraty! Cmere and look what I found! The dogs ears perked
up, and it approached the man. Upon reaching him, it dropped one of the ruined tomes
that lined the edge of the building, and nudged it towards the man with his snout.
Garraty, willya look at alla thisguh? Whassat you got there? Oh, jeez,
Garraty!
The man lifted himself from the floor, grabbed the book, and began to walk to one
of the shelves, grumbling all the way.
God, yshouldnt be puttin your mouth over all this junk. Who the hell knows
where this things been? I mean, jeez, anyone coulda been slobberin all over it before we
came along. Hell, its probably irradiated. I mean, more irradiated than every other damn
thing in this-
Freeze it, brownjob.
The voice was not, in and of itself, particularly threatening. However, the fact that
it was accompanied by the quiet, unmistakable clickof a revolver being readied served to
imbue it with more authority than any man could muster. The man on the ground froze.
His rifle lay ten feet away, next to the refrigerator door.
Turn around, hey? And slow-like. Try anything, I put two in yer gut and leave
you ta think about it. And the dog too. He so much as coughs and I do the bothaya. The
man complied with the book still in his hand, whispering to the dog beside him.
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Alright, shh, Garraty, just shuttup a minute, okay? Take it easy. Dont do nothin.
Take it easy.
What the helld you think you were doin? The man continued to berate them in
a lazy, almost tired, voice. The nerve of you wastelanders, to enter a mans domicile
The man continued to mock the pair. There was no point in listening; the outcome
was singular and obvious. The man on the ground now noticed the piles of clothes in the
corners of the room. They were all different sizes, and all stained dark. They were simply
being toyed with, like mice. It was lonely out in the wastes, and people dealt with it
differently.
As his captor droned on, the man glanced down at the book he was still holding.
Though the cover was badly charred, some of it was still legible. The cover appeared to
read HIS AMERICA ON. The phrase seemed funny, for some reason. The
man started to chuckle.
Im guessin its likely cause we havent got what? Whats so damn funny?
This (ha ha) This America On. The man was now shaking with mirth.
This America On?
This America On.
Well, what the hellzat mean? Ya wanna talk about America? Ya think America
is gonna come save you? God, youre dumber than I thought. This place aint been
America since the bombs dropped. Ground your standing on aint no more America than
the moon. Thats how its been for the last hunnerd years. Thats how its gonna be for the
next hunnerd. Aint nothin gonna-
Boy, you sure love to flap your gums.
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Wha? What Ive got the gun here! You watch what you say, or I wont leave
you to die in the shade!
And it was a hundred and fifty years ago. Thats when the war happened. The
man shifted his grip on the book. It was quite heavy. And they werent bombs, really.
Warheads. From missiles.
Well, aint you a smartass. Well, youre gonna die a smartass, smartass, the man
sneered, as he raised his weapon.
Talk about a lack of educationI guess I have no choice but to
throwthebookatyou!
The book made a satisfying clonkas it connected with the armed mans face. In a
flash, the man on the ground made a dive for his rifle. He grabbed it and, gripping the
refrigerator with his other hand, heaved it over. He scampered behind the impromptu
cover, and his dog scampered along with him.
Goddamnit! You filthy scumsucking sunuvabitch, Ill kill ya! Ill kill ya right
now, and leave the meat for the goddamn ants! Their adversary appeared over the
stairwell, and bullets began to dent and ricochet off of the refrigerators thick metal.
Ah, shuttit! Youre an oaf! A big, damned oaf, and you finally bit off more than
you can chew! I know you dont know nothin about our nation, and Im about to show
you that you damn well dont know nothin about how to handle a firefight! Keeping his
head below cover, the man thrust up his rifle and began to fire towards the sound of his
attackers gunshots. Suddenly, the firing from the stairwell stopped.
Dont know nothin? You just say I dont know nothin?
Not a thing! Nothing from Revolution, to Reaganomics, to Reveres Ride, to Red
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Scare, to Reconstruction!
Reconstruction? Now listen here, you skinny little bastard, you can spout a few
facts. Ill give you that. But the next time you utter the name of that blight next to the rest
of those noble achievements, Ill walk right over there and tear you limb from limb.
Oh, so it turns out you do know something after all! Obviously not much,
though. Reconstruction a blight? Reconstruction was the only thing that gave the ex-
slaves a fighting chance! For as long as it lasted, at least. You call helping the free blacks
a blight?
I call free blacks a blight, period! And that aint even the start of it. Sure, the
namby-pamby Northerners may have hidden behind their cow-crap civil rights song
and dance, but you know what? It was nothin but a plot from the very start to keep the
South lickin at their heels!
Oh, yeah! Boy, youre right. I mean, look at the Proclamation of Amnesty!
Lincolns Ten Percent Plan! 1863, Mister Lincoln drafts up a plan where only ten percent
of those reb scum gotta pledge allegiance, and theyre all back in! Scot free!
Now, lemme tell you two things. First of all, that aint even Reconstruction yet.
Lee aint surrenderin for another two years, huh? And second, sure, it was fair, Ill give
ya that. But it was meant to lull the South into a false sense of security! Get em off their
guard!
Fine. You wanna talk Reconstruction? Lets talk Reconstruction. Lets start with
good old AJ, who comes into office after Lincoln gets pegged and hey ho! lets the reb
bastards off even easier. Take a closer look at the Amnesty Proclamation. Johnson issues
that the same year poor old Lincoln gets it, and it stomps all over everything that great
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man stood for. White supremacist? Youre back in power! Led an army to kill Union
troops? Full pardon! Oh ho ho, but if youre black? Well, dont even bother hoping for
legislation in your favor, cause good ol AJ has that one covered.
Hey, now, son. I aint likin yer tone, and I aint likin you badmouthin a
President of the Yoo-nited States. Now, Mister Johnson had a tough time in office,
yhear? Why, he faced opposition all over-
He faced opposition cause he was a goddamn crazy! A racist wacko! A totally
unlikeable creep! Thank God that Congress had the presence of mind to push him to the
side and finally get some damned reform going. I mean, it sure was overdue. Civil Rights
Act of 1866! First time the ex-slaves are even citizens, for Chrissake. They needed that
act to guard their civil liberties, cause the South damn sure aint gonna do it.
Once a slave, always a slave, I say! Thats just the North rubbin their victory in
our faces! They aintgivinto the blacks, theyre just takinfrom the whites! Why, look at
the 14th goddamn Amendment! Blacks voting! And it aint cause of no civil liberties
bullshit, its cause you sneaky Union cowards knew that theyd vote however you wanted
em to if you kept throwing em tidbits. Not only were they voting,but if a state stood up
for its rights and tried to put an end to it, you damn well near cut off their congressional
representation! And thats right in the goddamned Constitution! Boy, we sure are getting
of easy, right.
We needed that Amendment because anything weaker is something for you
snakes to tear apart! That was the only way to be sure it would stick! And how about the
Freedmens Bureau, huh? Johnson stopped that at every turn! Just a charitable goddamn
organization, and it cant get past that big oaf! Thank God that the Freedmens Bureau
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Bill snuck by in 1866, or there woulda been nothin!
Hah! And you see what that bill did? Not only did it help your precious blacks,
but whites too! Just handing out goodies to the whites at the bottom of the ladder!
And what in the holy hell could be wrong with that?
Its its goddamn propaganda! Even from his sheltered position, the man on
the ground could hear his adversary sputtering. Its tryna split whites apart! Divide and
conquer! Worked for the Romans, so why not try it on the white man!
Goddamnit, not every gain for a black man is a loss for a white one!
Well then whos it a lossfrom?
How about this for a loss? Radical Reconstruction! The country finally gets its
head together and kicks Johnsons kooky butt straight out of the whole process! It finally
gets the strong, dynamic, Republican congress it needs to-
Hah! Hah! Republican! I heard that! See? Its all just a political agenda! All of
it!
My God in heaven, be quietfor a moment, you damn insufferable screechy
bastard! Ill blow my own head off if you keep this up!
Well, maybe thatll give Reconstruction one accomplishment under its belt
I heard that, you slimy turd. Anyway, with Johnson out of the way, it paved the
way for the biggest news of 1867; Im talking about the Reconstruction Acts. A
foundation, a plan, on which the entire Reconstruction effort can rely!
Yeah, a foundation of martial law. Hey, too bad the Union couldnt see about
seventy-five years ahead, I know a guy they couldve gotten some tips from!
Dont even start that. A military presence was the only thing that would stop the
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Southerners from behaving like animals long enough to damn well listen and get some
workdone, and you know it.
Youre callin us lazy? You just freed all of our workers, now I wouldnt say that
were the lazy ones. Youre looking for Remus Freed-man, scourge of the Southern way
of life.
And its that kinda thing that the Acts would stop. With a Union general in
control of each military district, it was time for you Southerners to start acting like decent
human beings, whether you want to or not.
Decent humans? At least we dont rub salt in the wound, like with your goddamn
fi-
The Fifteenth Amendment! Hah! Exactly where I was going! Right in the
Constitution, a testament to the fact that you cant trust Johnny Reb to do nothinthat he
dont want to unless you force his hand. The fourteenth wasnt clear enough for you
yokels, so this straightened things up!
Yeah? And if it was so important, whyd yall let it wait till 1869? Take you that
long to stop thinkin with your pocketbooks? Actually, dont answer that you guys
werent thinkin at all. That little stunt in 1868? Ring any bells?
Littlestunt? I-
Lemme go right along and jog yer memry. 1867, the Tenure of Office Act. A
nice little number, whipped up to take even more control from the president.
Oh, so you couldnt just damn well whisk away a cabinet member without the
senates say on it. Well, cry me a river. Its called democracy, friend.
Hey! I aint finished yet, you mouthy little flyshit. Now, the Tenure of Office Act
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is only mildly unpleasant on its own, but, ladies and gennelmen, I give to youthe
impeachment of Andrew Johnson, 1968! Step right on up, and see the most radicalof
raving rabid radical Republicans try to impeach our president! Lookin to do away with
the feller on a pretense like that! And just to show how morally rotten the Republican
government was, it nearly passed! Ol AJ got through by the skin o his damn teeth!
A pretense? Youre a kook. A complete and utter nut. Its the goddamn law, not
a goddamnpretense. Jesus, thats what impeachmentsfor, for Godsakes.
Oh, get off your high screamin horse, you two-faced weasel. It was as close to a
setup as you can get. I mean, it aint like he had some woman givin him-
Okay, you know what? That aint even necessary, you know? Alright. Now
where were we? Oh. Hoo boy. Turn of the decade, eh? Boy, things took a turn for the
worse.
The worse? Hah! I woulda thought youda been happy! I mean, yer
opportunistic, meddling carpetbaggin buddies are still streaming down into the South,
happy as clams!
Opportunistic? Yeah, you know, I guess they were opportunistic. They sure took
a lot of opportunities. Like the opportunity to put some education in the mental cesspool
the rebs called home. And the opportunity to damn well modernize you. Opportunism?
Its the 19th century! Wake up and smell the smog! It was the factory that was gonna carry
the country. It was modern technology. So what if they made a little cash while doing it?
More like so what if they bled the land and the people dry, like a goddamn
vampire
Oh yeah? And what about the southerners who were tryin to do thesame.
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Goddamn. Thing. Huh? You dont seem to harsh on them. What was it you rebs called
em? Scalawags, that was it! Boy, what an endearing name. Scalawags, born and bred
right in the deep South.
Hey, now. At least they were Southern. At least they werent tryna change the
way we work, an the way we damn well live!
Thats funny, Ida thought youd say the same thing about the first soap salesman
to cross Virginia.
Oh, why, you little punk. Ill getcha for that one. Oh, boy, will I ever. Id say Id
shoot you in the heart, but then again, you obviously aint got one ta speak of. Just like a
Yankee vampire to joke while half a country is turned on its head.
Oh, well, dont you fret for long. Yknow, I guess I should be careful about
calling Southerners dull. Hell, it seems like every time somethin good comes along, you
guys find the most ingenious way to blast it to hell! No more plantations? Fine! Then
why not just sharecrop! Put the blacks back on the farm where they belong! Oh, but dont
make it to easy. You gotta buy your tools first, buy your seed, purchase your plot (and
watch the interest rate on all that!), and then give a chunk of what you make to the rich,
white planta-er, landowner. And this is all on top of the fact that after the end of the war,
which was if I must remind you a Union goddamn victory, black codes still pop up all
over the South! Its like goddamn Attack of the Shameless Monsters! Will you people
stop at nothingto continue this petty, racist vendetta?
Well, ex-cuse me! I didnt realize that when you freed the darkies, you damn
well entitled em to leech off the system too! Yall listen here, aint nobody gonna get
handed out nothin down South that aint deserve it. You work for what you need, and
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you work for what you want. Oh, whats that? Its harder than slavery ever was? Please
take usns back, kind massah, we only wants ta be feeded and sheltered again! We glaly
pick all yo cotton, shonuff! But the only thing that the poor landowner can tell them is
If only! If only the North had not torn you from the niche for which you were made! If
only! All that th black codesre tryin ta do is make things like they useta be. Stable.
Solid. Aint nothin wrong with that.
And I suppose that the fact that black sharecroppers across the South were
systematically run into debt was simply a byproduct of the Northern Devils
Reconstruction and Evil Act? It was impossible to, say, pay fair wages or charge fair
prices?
Fairs a tricky thing. Whats fair for one man, well, taint fair fer another.
Ah! Racism! Glad you brought that up, because that brings me to the next lurid
chapter in this darkening tale; enter the Ku Klux Klan! Of course, they oh, for the love
of God. Stop clapping.
Men dont get the recognition they deserve! They were community workers!
Oh, they sure worked in the community, alright. Work like carpentry, acting,
pyrotechnics, ballistics study, impromptu surgeryyoure a real bastard. You know that,
friend? A real, true blue bastard.
They were freedom fighters. No other red-blooded man would do differently
when his way of life was threatened.
Way of life. Way of life. Not life. So whyd they find it necessary to fuckin lynch
people, huh? To burn down houses, and run people out of their homes? Cause that
sounds like a goddamn bit more than a threat to a way of life. Sounds like goddamn
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terror. Sounds like a goddamn insurrection, is what it sounds like.
Well, I guess the North had the same reactionary, heavy-handed mindset that you
do, cause in 1871, they went n banned gatherings across the bar. Family picnic? No
sirree, or Mister Union Soldier over therell shoot you, and then hell give allayer dough
to the firs black man he meets on tha street! Hows that fair?
It aint fair cause it aint true. The KKK Act of 1871 prohibited gatherings
designed to intimidate or commit violent acts. So, unless youre havin a lynching picnic,
youre dead wrong. I swear, sometimes I cant tell if youre a liar, or if your brain just
caught a few two many rads out in the wastes. I really cannot tell.
Now, son, lets not throw stones. Yer in a tough position, I can tell. But I respect
ya fer puttin up a fight even when you know yer in the wrong. Kinda like that old feller
Grant! Boy, if only the Republicans coulda seen the writin on th wall. But I guess they
just cant leggo of that dream, eh? Lookit that! 1968, and 1972! Elected and reelected! An
administration that carried scandal like a pig carried stink, but it holds up the
Reconstruction flag, and you Yankees just jump!
Just because things aint as good as they used to be dont mean you just let
everything go to hell. Look around yourself right now, friend. Looks like you could do
with learning that.
I dont need no touchy-feely bullshit from you, son. I still got bullets left, an I
hope to hell tha you do too, cause I really want this one tbe good. Fer you ta go down
quick an easywhy, thatd be mighty depressin that would.
Ugh. Dont get me started on depression. Boy, we really burst the bubble in
1873. Bad loans, speculators going nuts over anything with rivets in it, economy just
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couldnt take th alright, why are you laughing now? What, ha ha, Union workers
unemployed, starving to death, ha ha? South werent doing a whole lot better.
Heh hah hah! Im just laughin at you! Yer a reglar Yankee Doodle!
Pocketbooks take a hit, an youre near to bawling! Hah!
Millions lost their jobs! They suffered! My God, the Depression of 1873 crippled
the country so damned bad it derailed the entire Reconstruction movement andah. I can
see why youre laughing now.
Damn right you can! Ha! Boy, them Radical Republicans, all fulla whirlwind,
heat, and flash cant even set things right when tha whole country starts ta leak money!
No wonder the Congressional lections of 1874 spelled the end for em. f I was there, I
woudnta voted for em.
Well, hey, they still had a little fight left in them
Oh, you cant mean that scrawny lil thing, thehell, I can even recall tha
name!
Civil Rights Act. It was the Civil Rights Act of 1875. Asshole.
Why, ocourse! The Civil Rights Act o 1875, and Im sure I didnt damn well
hear nothin after it. Boy, it sure promised a whole lot, dinnit? Blacks an whites legal
equals, no dee-scrimination in public, an the blacks can even sue! An in a federal court,
no less! Whoo-ee! Too bad them Radical Republicansd kinda run outa muscle by that
point.
Yeah. A last-ditch effort at civil rights. One last, mad grab for equality, but of
course the South wont take it. The North just couldnt waste resources on your pit for
any longer, and you jumped at the chance to just unmake everything thatd been done.
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Course any governing body that didnt have its guns pointed atcher thick goddamn
skulls wouldnt get one goddamn ounce of goddamn cooperation.
Not when cooperations tha same as rollin over. We had our way, and it was just
the North tryin evry damn step o tha way to make it into theirs. Well, won work.
Ycant force half a nation to kowtow when it don wanna. An lookit that! Yankee army
leaves, an lo and behold, things git stable again! A new South, a Solid South, rises up
from the ashes. The Redeemers? Well, they had the brains and the power and they damn
well had thegumption tfix things right. Fix th economy right, an fixsociety right.
Yeah, with the blacks at the bottom. How predictable.
Some things, some things s just meant ta be.
Ugh. And the perfect way to cap off this giant disappointment. The Election of
1876. What a debacle. Three states cant swallow their goddamn petty quarrels and let
blacks vote, and the entire election get shot right off the tracks. And 1876 turns into 1877,
and there still aint no solution. Hell, even after the Compromise, I still say there aint no
solution, but I guess I gotta just take what there is.
Hah! Now yer learnin, son. Sometimes, things jus gotta happen, an there aint
no way but one for em to do so.
Still hard to believe what the Republicans did, though. Electoral Count Act of
1877God, that was bad news. There was no way to make it impartial, no matter what
they said. And the end result is that the Republicans get Hayes in office, but by trading
the fate of every black in the goddamn South for it. Hayes pulls the army, and things take
the only course they can. Jim Crows the name of the game, and aint a man on earth who
could even start to countthe number of goddamn bullshit cons they pulled to keep blacks
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from casting a vote. Grandfather clause? Please. The Compromise of 1877 shouldve
been called the Pissant Selfish Soul-Selling Underhanded Screwfest of 1877.
You seem ta have a whole lotta bitterness, son. Specially for somethin thats,
oh, bout 320 years past.
Yeah, wellah, hell with it. Aint important.
Suitchyerself, boy. Just wondrin what makes ya tick the way ya do.
Welllook. You know how some people, they couldnt get to shelter when the
bombs hit? I dont mean the people who were totally vaporized, butthe ones who just
caught a full on blast of heat and radiation. Turned em into walking corpses. Brains still
worked fine, most of em could even talk, but they looked like ground goddamn
hamburger. Live longern us, too. Whole lot longer.
Ya meanGhouls? Ugh! What about em? Creepy sunsabitches aughta just keep
outta sight of th real people. No bisness walkin around like theyre human. They aint.
Yeah. Well. My parents worked on a caravan. Bothve em would travel on the
things, along with nearly the entire village. Course, when I was born, they carried me
right with em. Well, I mustve been somewhere around two years, when we went on a
run to Scraptown. You know Scraptown?
ve been there. Left quick. Aint a city kinda guy, mself. Noticed it was
cleanern most, though. Hardly any puke on th walls.
Yeah. We were bound there for what mustve been a big-haul trading run. Wed
never go to Scraptown with a small load, cause you gotta cross some pretty nasty turf to
get there. Nasty enough that we didnt make it through. I guess it was a forward party for
a band of slavers. Nothin to do, really. Cant bribe slavers, thats just saving them the
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trouble of liftin the loot from your corpse. So we had to fight. I mean, we had weapons,
of course. But nothin that could hold out for long against slavers. Obviously, this is just
what Ive pieced together over time. Aint got no memory of what happened. Everyone I
knew died, thats for sure. I was left in the middle of the wreckage and corpses. I had
apparently had a loaded gun; some slaver probably gave it to me before e left. Yknow,
as a joke.
Soyhate slavery cause of them slavers? Thassthass a helluva tale, son. I
tell ya, I never heard nothin like it n my life.
No.
Eh? No what?
I dont hate slavery because of those slavers.
Yeah, but, er, I jus thought that with yer story, an all
I wasnt finished. Anyways, I was left alone, a dirty, crying, maybe-two-year-old
surrounded by the blood of everyone that I knew. It wouldntve even been a matter of
hours before the wasteland swallowed me up.
But, well, yer still here, so, ah
Yeah, I am. I got found. The slavers had ambushed us in front of a ruined
subway station. Once they were gone, the subways inhabitants came up to look around.
See if there was anything useful, yknow. Standard wasteland practice. Im not sure that I
really qualified of useful, but at any rate, a couple of Ghouls took me. And those were my
parents.
Gyuh wha? Ghouls? Yerparents? My God, didja did they make ya,
yknoweatpeople?
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What? No! Jesus, no. Look. Ghouls are ugly as sin. This is the truth. Whats also
true is besides that, theyre pretty much normal. Can be saints or assholes. I imagine just
as many Ghouls practice cannibalism as humans. I was raised in the subway, in their
colony. They tend to stay out of the light, mainly cause people tend to have your kind of
reaction. And they tend to express it with guns. They always told me, growing up, that
distrust was just as much a survival mechanism to them as walking. I suppose that aint
too different from anywhere else in the wastes, but for Ghouls it was the law. I learned
why when I was 15.
A Paramilitary force had moved in and decided to establish their headquarters
within the ruined apartments that surrounded the subway entrance. These werent even
proper soldiers. I mean, technically no one is, except for maybe the Brotherhood, but
these guys were just glorified raiders with delusions of grandeur. But there were a lot of
them, and they had guns, which is all a successful venture requires these days. At any
rate, after they secured, fortified, staked out, entrenched, and done everything short of
pissing on the hydrants aboveground, they moved into the tunnel. Whether it was for
space, or foraging, I dunno.
I guess we never had a chance, in the end. There were a few dozen of us, and a
couple hundred of them. We put up a good enough fight; the entire subway complex was
boobytrapped. Mines were just the start; we had tripwires, pressure pads, deadfalls,
lasers, gasI mean, we sure as hell ruined a whole bunch of peoples days. But in the
end, there were just too many. One guy gets hit in the neck with a dart coated in
radscorpion venom, the guys behind him aint gonna be charging in quite so fast.
There was more fighting when they entered the enclosure which held our colony.
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It was pretty brutal. Very close up. My parents had told me to hide somewhere secure;
they said that after the fighting was over, I could claim that I was their captive. Im not
sure if even they expected me to listen. My armament consisted of two kitchen knives,
and a gun that I was not at all sure had any sort of non-paperweight function.
It did not. So, I was in the middle of it. A scared 15-year-old kid with two kitchen
knives and a broken gun. I mean, I wasnt totally pathetic. I had nailed a few guys pretty
good. I doubt I killed em, but they didnt seem inclined to do much besides roll around
when I left. Only reason I wasnt gunned down in half a second was cause all the tight
networks of debris piles and shanty alleyways let me play hide-and-go-seek for my life.
One of these excursions led me to a vantage point, from which I could see a trio
of raiders. They seemed to know what they were doing, or at least have a better idea than
their comrades. For one, I know I had seen these same guys dragging off raiders who had
better weapons than them in the confusion of the mlee, and returning with those same
weapons. Pretty typical raider behavior, I suppose, but it stuck with me at the time. So, at
any rate, I arrived in time to see them kill my parents. My father had a baseball bat. My
mother had a snub-nose revolver. It unfolded pretty quick. I remember thinking at the
time how the whole scene looked almost as if it was choreographed. Mother fires, first
raider falls, Father swings, catches second raider, third raider fires, second raider falls,
Father falls, Mother fires, third raider thrusts with bayonet, mother rises, mother falls. Its
probably some kind of defense mechanism. Who knows.
I stayed there until the raiders had left. I wasnt really angry, or anything. I mean,
I knew at the time that rushing out in a heroic rage would do little more than rob the
raiders of 4 bullets. I buried the dead as best I could, scrounged up the supplies I needed,
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and left. I ran into Garraty here a few years down- The dog barked appreciatively -and
thats it. Thats me.
There was silence, for a while. The man peeked over the edge of the refrigerator.
He could see that the other man was sitting, with his legs splayed out. His gun was still in
his hand, but held loosely. He finally spoke.
Iyeesh. I mean, yerwow. Boy. And ya just, yknow, wandered in here,
lookin for food? Or, somewhere ta sleep, or wha?
All of the above, really. At this point in time, were nomads.
At this point in time?
Mmhmm. Were nomads, headed for Silicon. When we get there, well stop
being nomads, and start being who in the hell knows what else.
Silicon! Thats miles from ere! I mean, like, miles! And miles!
There are stops along the way.
Yeah, filled withwell, yknow
People like you?
Well, fine, yeah.
I think well be okay. Weve handled such situations before.
The man on the stairs was not stupid, despite any appearance. This last statement
caused him a significant amount of thought. There was another stretch of silence.
s a lotta food, I got in there.
Yeah, we saw. Boy, is that a lot. Garraty whimpered in agreement, staring at the
refrigerator.
Don eat a whole lotta it, jus sittin around here each day
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No, I imagine not.
More silence.
Praps s bout time I left this place. Yknow, change of scenery.
This scenery is pretty nice.
Yeah, but, yknow, see th world.
The world is a shithole.
Well, yeah, okay, but Id still like to see it.
Silence, but more thoughtful this time.
You said ywere headin to Silicon? Big town, right? Lotta egghead kinda types?
Robots? Computers?
Sounds like Silicon, from what Ive heard.
Welp! The man on the stairwell sprung to his feet, still holding his gun. The
man on the ground started and gripped his rifle. I spose we best be a-readyin! The
man swaggered straight by his fridgebound housemate, plucked an ancient carrying pack
from a rubbish pile, and began shoveling cans inside.
W-huh? We? Wha, we what?
Well, lookit Mister Smartass plum run outta words! Lemme give it to ya real
clear: Im goin with you folk. TaSilicon.
Guh? The mans face could not decide between a look of relief, disgust,
surprise, or suspicion, so it chose a mixture of the four. He looked as if he had eaten
something foul. Why? Andyou were going to kill me! And rob me! And kill me!
Oh, puh-lease. Its the wasteland. Aintcha never killed nobody? Besides, I don
wanna kill ya any more! Thass called improving yer station. An what I said was true.
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Wanna get out, see the world. Shithole r not.
Wellmaybe I dont want to travel with you. Maybe I dont want you to come.
The stranger stopped gathering cans.
Well, alright. He opened his revolver and checked the chamber. We cn still
have tha gunfight, I spose. I get tshoot first. He snapped the revolver together and
aimed it at the man, who had already leveled his rifle. They stood like this for a few
moments.
Okay. Fine. Lets go together. Perfect.
Well, alright! I knew thatchad see th logical side of things. Just head on outside,
I gotta grab some things.
The man looked over from where he leaned towards the buildings doorway. It
swung outward easily. His ex-adversary stepped out, wearing a black leather jacket and a
straw boating hat.
Yeah, yeah, shuddup. It was all tha was in the piles what fit me. Shuddup.
He shifted the pack on his back with a rattle. The man carried a similar pack, each
one stuffed full of the canned food. In addition to his pistol, the stranger had a long,
double-barreled shotgun slung across his back. They began to walk.
Yknow, we never did meet, really. Mnames Burton. Not Burt, cause Burt
sounds like a fags name. Just Burton.
Hello, Burton. The man took the strangers hand and shook it. They walked on.
Umer, and what bout you?
Hmm? What?
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Name. Yer name.
OhI guess I dont really know it. I mean, Im sure my parents named me
something, but I dont remember. And my Mother and Father just called me child.
The pair continued to walk. There was a signpost, far off in the distance.
I supposethere was a time in Rivetway, when a woman called me a name.
Oh? Heh ha! Well, wha was it, loverboy?
Foe.
Foe?
Foe.
That ain no real name. Foe. Means enemy. Ain no name.
Well, I had been hired to blow up their water supply plant. And she knew.
Ah.
But I didnt.
Ah.
I killed the man who hired me. I think he deserved it. He was a real ass. Liked to
shoot kids.
Oh, chrisalmighty, kids?!
Well, like, baby goats.
Ah.
But its still pretty bad, yknow.
Oh, yeah.
The signpost began to grow larger. The trio walked on.
Ya cant be called Foe.
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Hey, why the hell not? Its just as good as any other damn name.
Nah, I mean, yjust gotta change it. Yknow, like, fancy it up. LikeFaux.
Faux?
Yeah. Or, yknow, something thass like it. I dunno, just not Foe.
Hmm. Faux.
Faux.
I think it could work. Ill work at it, I mean. I am tentatively Faux.
Hah! Well, Tentatively Faux, I hope you know where were going. cause theres
a signpost up ahead and I aint got the damnedest clue.
The trio walked on, into the wasteland.