AuroBoros

Radiation has poisoned and killed most of the human population. For those who have survived, life awaits with a bleak eerie presence that lurks at every corner. The state, which is more like a faction, installs safety measures in order to keep everyone safe from dying a tragic death. Pencils are no longer sharp, and sidewalks have railing to minimize death as much as possible. Due to the radiation poisoning, most humans are infertile creature which struggle with purpose and reasoning, while also being completely controlled and manipulated by the order which were put in place.

R.R. or Radiation Redundancy

There was a building over in the corner of the city. A marking above it. (\|/ \|/ \|/ \|/ \|/).

Fred was walking towards the building in the wintery rainy cold. From the outside of the building, it looked as if it was run down and abandoned, but as he walked closer, he could hear the sounds of vocal cords straining and great laughter and warmth throughout the seemingly abandoned area. He knocked on the large wooden doors which guarded the inhabitants from the fierce cold outside. There, a man answered the calling with a glowing light behind him. Fred showed him his stamp.

"You seem cold my friend, care to come in?" The man that answered the door asked Fred.

Fred stepped inside the building and broke free from his frostbitten temperature. A large crowd greeted him with tremendous gratitude and excitement. There was a large table which held plenty of food so one would not hunger, and the water flowed endlessly so that one would not thirst, and the fire was always stoked so one would not grow cold, and the gracious one, who sat at the end of the table for he had sacrificed more than any other human being, welcomed Fred with open arms and forgiveness.

The corpse lay dormant in the cold with rags, and frostbitten fingers felt the icy radiated water.

"Look at this poor bloke over here."

"Died of frostbite or hypothermia or some shit. Bummer how most of these fellas go."

"Report him to the police. The state isn't going to like it, but what other choice do we have?

"Hang on, what's that stamp on his arm?"

"Never mind, don't touch him. He's infested."

"Bad luck I tell ya. He's got nothing left for the rest of the world other than his stench and his rotting body. Grab that shovel over there and push his corpse into the gutter. The radiated acid will get the rest of it from there."

The man shoveled Fred's body into the gutter, and his body began to steam and vaporize from the radiation and acidic liquid. A horrible smell plagued the area with intensity and viciousness to the nose.

Most of the state's country was infected with a smell of death and rotting vegetation. Everything, including humans, struggled to grow from the pulverizing radiation that passed through the cold bodies and children of the state. After the nuclear wars, most other countries cleaned up their streets from fallout and debris, but the state had no money or finances to clean up the deserted land, so thus the radiation poisoned the water, and the fish, and the birds, and the animals, and the residents.

Acidic Radiation or A.R.