News

—The water is so cold, — Foxy thought while looking into the muddy mirror that hung over the rusty sink. — I'm surprised it’s so nice and quiet on Ochre’s ship during this heat.

I don’t know if the new episode of the news is going to be released in the near future, but you must know about today’s find! This is Alex Murch, the Voice of the Wasteland text radio station and a couple of regular news sections.

You’ve probably forgotten me altogether, but here I am! My name is Alex Murch and this is another episode of a summary about ridiculous adventures from the only radio station in the Wasteland that hosts its broadcasts via text.

A short prayer, during which machine guns were staring into the windshield, seemed like an eternity to Ochre. The woman was seated in the chair with her eyes squeezed shut, and her face covered with her hands.

The ship of the seeker Ochre sailed smoothly along the hot sand dunes, as if on the wave crests. And the air melting above the surface only added to the feeling of flight.

A man in military uniform hurriedly walked back and forth through the improvised office, which was once the back room of an engineering plant. A patch with a wolf grin and a high-quality bulletproof vest gave him away as the lieutenant of “Steppenwolfs”.

The storm covered the Wasteland with a lead cap. It rained violently on the deck of the ship with the Fallen Star sign and solar panels attached to the mast.

The Wasteland met Foxy with an unusual phenomenon — dark gray sky and heavy rain. Sand and dirt in large lumps stuck to the wheels of her armoured car, causing it to often slip and slow down.

The turret of the combat-deady grenade launcher turned towards the rusty armoured car. 

So, only the dead don’t know about their arrival yet? — Ivy XO asked, not raising her head from under the hood of the armoured car. — It wasn’t the best option for them to be so noisy, considering what they’re looking for. Right, Foxy?