The building of the barricades had come to a standstill. Everyone knew they had done all they could. Zed looked back into the town. All the entrances were now blocked. Every piece of wood and metal that could be scavenged had been, including the doors of all the buildings in the town. There were just four ways in, and only one large enough for anything with more than two wheels. The high rock formation gave them elevation and a strong position. Zed was at the pathway where he had first entered the town. The opening there was now an eight-foot high barricade with the boulders behind forming the battlements. Everything was still. The calm before the storm that seemed all too natural to him. But that calm was broken by footsteps approaching from inside the walls. It was his brother. He was wearing a battered set of police riot armour, including the helmet. Every part of it was worn and damaged from previous combat, and it was ingrained with dirt and dust, as well as blood.
What do You think about 15 Years Later: Wasteland?
