thehonorablebat | Green Fields (Still)

Summary: The second story I ever posted.

Before XCOM's victory over ADVENT, there was twenty years of struggle. Bradford isn't sure how he survived it.

A loose collection of snippets, pre-X2.

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The only animals anyone ever saw anymore were pigeons. Bradford didn’t know when he stopped seeing wild animals, but the day he realized it was the day he noticed how still the world had gotten. He was in a forest and the only sound that was made was the crunching on the leave under his worn out boots. There had to still be insects. How else would there be flowers? But aside form the plants it seemed like he was the only living thing for miles.

The thought made a chill run down his spine.

It was a ridiculous thought. He knew full well that if he hiked two miles west he would find a small group of people settled by a river. He had met them…sometime ago. He couldn’t say if it had been days or weeks. Just that they had met and traded briefly before he moved on, unsure of where he was going, but aware he wasn’t welcome.

Now that he thought about, was there fish in that river?

It wasn’t just people that ADVENT was killing. It was the whole damn world. Pretty soon there would be nothing left but ruins.