Jameson Rodabaugh
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The New American Colonies
Stagnate air flowed into Alex’s room as the industrial air filter kicked back on, the loud hum audible throughout the entire complex. She took a deep breath, letting the air settle heavily on her lungs as she thumbed her locket, the blessing that she was outside of the radiation zone not being lost on her. She looked over the heart shaped locket intently, knowing she couldn’t let anyone find out that she had precious metals on her person. After all, the government could find a better use for it, and the best rations were rewarded to anyone who turned in a traitor of the state. Yet in spite of the risks she would not lose her mother’s locket again; it was all she had to remember her by. So she planned to put it somewhere safe, somewhere only she would be able to reach and was protected by the same system that sought to take it: the overworld. As a respected member of the recon division, and with her paranoid leader David only trusting his hand picked crew, they got liberties in the overworld they were denied in the colony. And upon asking for help David was more than happy to set a “spontaneous recon test” for that same day. He only asked that Alex be the one to pick up the filters for the team, with a cunning wink.
By Jameson Rodabaugh5 years ago in Fiction
A Fool's Game
Mark let off the gas as the victorian era mansion emerged through the parted trees, his nerves were full of static, and he found it hard to focus. He never wanted to return to this place, and honestly he wanted to turn around and go home. Greed, however, was slowly overwhelming his sense of discomfort. Succumbing to the sunken cost of the drive, and the promise of fortune, he drove on. The twenty grand in the bank was nothing more than bait, and despite the oppressive feeling that nothing good would come from this, Mark was ready to swallow the hook.
By Jameson Rodabaugh5 years ago in Horror
