The Lonely Wanderer Highway (short story, part 1)

In an endless creative search for myself and numerous attempts to take and write something of my own from my head, so that it would look simple and at the same time interesting (I’ve been trying for several years now) – I finally took it and wrote it… let’s call this the first chapter of my post-calyptic story. And then before – then there was NO time, then study, then work, then “Oh, brothers, let’s check out this movie!“And so, in short, things didn’t work out.

And today, I finally decided to write an introduction to a rather long story. The essence of the story is that a man wanders along a road that is deserted after the world PZDTS, finds himself in various situations, philosophizes about this, that, etc.d.

Theme is post-apocalypse, as mentioned above, the location is Russia, the region is unknown, the name of the GG chose to remain incognito. Naturally inspired by Fallouts, Mad Max, Glukhovsky’s stories in the “metro” universe and other works on this topic.

Lone Wanderer Highway

Notes by an unknown author, discovered by the X-18 reconnaissance squad on route D6, in official archives referred to as: the "Lone Wanderer" highway.

… So, where to https://casinopub.uk start??

Hello dear reader! I’m walking along a deserted road, alone. A rifle on your back, a long cloak, a post-apocalypse around you and stuff like that. [crossed out, unreadable text follows] Stop, what the hell else, reader? It’s just a piece of paper with dirty, yellowed sheets. An empty diary, which, by the way, I recently dug up in a bag on the corpse of one poor fellow, crushed by a huge advertising pole near the highway along which I had been wandering for an eternity… And most likely, no one except me will ever read all this chaotic scribbling with which I stain the paper, so as not to completely go crazy from loneliness and endless stress.

So what am I talking about?? Oh yes, the introduction… To be honest, I’m not much of a writer, but since some kind of story has started, it’s necessary to at least explain how it all began, right?

And it all started with waking up. In an empty, dilapidated clinic. When I woke up, my head was buzzing as if a herd of bison had run through it the day before. Seriously. There was double vision in my eyes, there was a terrible roar in my ears, my memory was completely lost. I only remembered my name, and that’s all. It was extremely difficult to stay on my feet, because I was shaking either from dizziness or from the tremors that shook the entire building, which was already dying.

Opposite my bed there was a sizeable hole in the wall, offering a small view of the outrage that was happening outside. And outside it was pure hell. A real fucking apocalypse. The earth was continually shaken by tremors of unknown origin. The sky was overcast with clouds, and on the horizon, here and there, pillars of flame appeared soaring up. There was a huge chaotic crowd of cars on the road near the clinic. Most of them were abandoned, but some were still occupied by stubborn drivers, vainly hoping to get through the resulting giant traffic jam. People were scurrying everywhere and running in all directions. Screams, swearing, and occasionally shots were often heard.

For a minute I was standing on the edge of the gap in the wall of the second floor and gawking at what was happening, when suddenly, like the finishing touch, this happened… Flash. Dazzling. Sudden. Yes, yes, the fire mushroom is on the horizon, as scheduled. Automatically, I began to estimate what my chances of survival were, based on the distance to the explosion. The distance was decent..
Suddenly, a blast wave arrived in my thoughts. The already crumpled building seemed to be waiting for it to finally go to eternal rest. For a moment I found myself in weightlessness due to the floor going down, after which I immediately plopped down on it. To make matters worse, the building tilted and began to sag, spitting me out of the wall gap like a piece of chewing gum.

What saved me was that a piece of the wall, thanks to which the very hole from which I quickly flew out was formed, one of its edges fortunately fell onto the first floor of the building, the wall of which was completely absent on this side, and the second lay exactly on the very road to which I paid so much of my attention after the “miraculous” awakening. Thus, he formed a kind of improvised bridge, along which I rolled like a bag onto the hard, warm asphalt.

During the fall, something crunched loudly in my chest, although I didn’t really feel anything except a strong dull blow. At least he’s alive, and I’m grateful for that.
However, my misadventures did not end there. While settling, the clinic building tilted to the other side and picked up a piece of the wall that had just rescued me. Yes, it picked up so quickly that this colossus, rearing up, rushed straight at me. How ironic, isn’t it??

But, apparently, an invitation to my funeral was ordered for her, since the stove flattened a truck that came out of nowhere and was rushing between us at that moment. Tons of concrete froze about half a meter from my head.

“Too much crap for today,” I thought exhaustedly and fell into unconsciousness.

I posted all this on blogs for the traditional reason: the opinions of others are very important. Strictly on topic. Only constructively. Otherwise, as you know, it’s not always possible to look at your creation objectively. Although I’m already looking at it all askance and suspiciously. 🙂