Chronicles of the Wasteland Warrior Chapter 1: Prologue
#1 of Chronicles of the Wasteland Warriors
The Chronicles of Nalia, a thief of the wastelands, as shi makes hir way through life in the wastelands.
Super lame disclaimer of boring laziness.
If you're not of legal age (18 or 21, depending on where you live), DO NOT VIEW THIS.
The story in general will contain M/Herm, F/Herm, M/F, and M/F/Herm, a bit of non-con as well as action, romance, and some silliness.
This chapter is rated E for Everyone, although future chapters will be rated appropriately.
Boots stomp across the wasteland. Their owner, a 6'4 German Shepherd fem darts across the mostly-barren ground, ducking behind rocks and trees to the tune of scattered gunfire and yells.
"Shit shit shit shit shit." Nalia ducked behind another rock, reloading her twin pistols, peeking over the top and unloading half a clip each, each pair of bullets taking out a raider each... but still leaving a large group coming after her.
"Shit... need somewhere to hide..." The german shepherd looked around and saw an office building nearby. "Ooooo yes." She crouched like a racer, her camouflage cargo pants strained slightly around her legs before she took off, racing for the building.
A bullet ricocheted off a rock, catching her in the leg; she stumbles to a stop just outside the office, gritting her teeth before she moved inside, pulling something from inside her jacket.
She looked back, gauging how much time she had and grinned. "Come on, then..." She limped inside.
After 5 minutes, the raiders made it to the building, a motley collection of species. Horses, boars, bulls, and others all gathered. "Where'd that bitch go?" "She went in here." "Well let's get our food back!" They charged in, finding themselves in a narrow hallway. The raider heard the thief's chuckle from down the hall and charged... only to hear and feel an explosion behind them, trapping them in the building as rubble collapsed over the door, a tripwire having triggered the explosion.
The shepherd stepped from one of the doorways at the end of the hall, inspecting her claws. "Well hello boys. Finally catch me?" She grinned as she blew them a kiss, stepping through another door. The raiders stood and moved to charge her again, but another explosion caught them as a foot landed on a mine, taking out half of their remaining party.
Nalia's voice echoed down the stairs. "Going to have to do better than that..." The remaining raiders - a vicious-looking fox, a gnarled giant of a bear, and a scarred komodo dragon - charged up the stairs, claws, daggers, and nailed bat held at the ready.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Nalia hadn't quite reached the other side of the hall... The three charged her; the last thing she saw was a nail-studded baseball bat flying towards her head...
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Alright, Voters; make your pick!
All indecisive votes will be ignored; I need decisive voters!
Two choices:
Vote A for some semi-non consentual sex between raiders and Nalia.
Vote B for a split-second rescue!
Vote 1 for the Psychic as the rescuer.
Vote 2 for the Chem Jocky as the rescuer.