Badlands: A Fictional Narrative

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Teeth bared and crouching low, the dogs drew a tight net of chomping ivory around the great stag. “Bloody dogs” Mormont growled through the gravel of his throat. “Well that’s if you can call them dogs” he said. Unobstructed by sparse sky the rays scorching the dead ground made Mormont’s point evident to see. All the creatures’ hair had fallen away revealing skin so bruised, irradiated and starved; it looked like the flesh of a flayed man. Their bodies so lean, bones protruded and jutted at painful angles leaving their beady eyes sunken further into their sockets. Mormont was right, with their skeletal frame and coatless hides they looked more like monstrous rats than dogs. The pack leader ventured closer to the Stag for the kill shot. Will …show more content…

Standing atop the highway they take in all the Badlands has to offer, but all it can offer is desolation. The land hard and sodden with moisture, the trees blackened and barren, so dry with age they seemed to be rusted into the ground. Littered amongst them; thousands of steel boxes of every shape, size and colour. Someone had once told me they were called “Kars”. “A broken world” Will muttered to myself without knowing why. A lone house stood slanted far in the distance. Two stories high, tiles caving in the ceiling of the upper floor. A stripe of paint tells me the house once had a different colour than its current meek brown. My father always told me “the world was the place of green”. “Well at least before the bombs fell”. “If you’re done sightseeing, can we get this show on the road” called Mormont. “In case you’ve forgotten, we still got to drag this sack of shit fifty miles east before we get paid and I can find a nice hole to get rotten in”. Will nodded and prepared to put one foot in front of the …show more content…

Will opened his eyes and saw the large man’s eyes wide with horror. A fraction of a second later; Will saw that same face explode to pieces of flying flesh. In the corner of his eye, Will spied the remaining man fumbling for his weapon. Will picked up his dropped rifle and emptied the magazine into the man without remorse. A time later Mormont appeared at his side. He looked at Will for a moment and said gently “C’mon. I left the prisoner chained to the building. Don’t want him to get lonely”. Slowly, they trudged back down the ridge in