So through the youtubes I came across a remixed version of the song "Radioactive" Never heard the original one before, but the remix version I have I truly love! Ended up making this today, no idea how long it really took to write this thing.


Music inspired story1



Waking up I slowly went through the motions, the suit around me so old, and beat up that I had to wipe the rust, dust and who the hell knows what else off. Slowly getting my feet under me as to not tear any of the lining I flicked my eyes over the HUD, turning the COM link on. "Ray?....Ray?" Closing my eyes I took a moment to breathe deep, and slow before I stared at the lights. Since day one my HUD had been alight, every single warning active. I gave the old suit a shake as my morning routine left me standing in the radioactive dusts long enough to gather even more of it, too long and it would be my own glowing tomb.

Trudging through the dusts and debris I sighed once more. I blinked as the sweat stung my eyes. Oh how I hated Ray's old suit, no matter how much it saved my life, there wasn't much I would not give to have my own suit back, not that it survived. Blinking back my teary eyes I stared on, the swirls of dust, radiation, the apoclyptic scene mixing with the brightly lit warning lights. In hind-sight the COM light seemed so dim, even when lit. Parched, and tired I still tried. "Ray?!...Ray, do you read me at all?!" Of course all I got back from this worthless suit was static....

Awakening to this world once more, could I even go on? Did I care to? it'd been days, at the least. Maybe a week since I was trapped in this ancient device still mockingly called an Eviromental suit, would it even be called living when the next odd-something years would have me in a regen bed due to all this radiation, dust, and rust I am inhaling? In my mind it isn't, but heh I did promise to get Ray his piece of trash suit back to him right...? Or, did I imagine that? The familier click of the COM turning on filled me with a joy that I didn't know my numb feet could detect any more. "-atic....Co....EVAC....leave....with....Now...." Oh how I wished my throat still worked, my vocals loathing me for leaving them to the strain of sucking down so much of this apocalpytic dust.


Probably my last moments alive, almost funny how they are me waking up. Trapped in my own stench, so parched....I think I laughed when that click happened again. The sound hurt my ears as the mirage of an escape shuttle slowly filled my view. At this point I gave up and just shut all those annoyingly brightly lit warnings off. Not like they would save me now. Nor would a mirage. Finally after all this time I could just let go, stop trying. I mean if it is real they did come back, if not I can finally just rest....



Roughly a week after the events of the bomb tests.

"So, you think she'll actually live? You actually think she will be herself after all of this?!"

Suddenly the Docter ducked and stepped to the side avoiding the medical chart thrown at him. "Please calm down, Mr. Davids. She will be one-hundred percent herself once she heals. You will just need to be patient." The Doctor tempted further to calm his patient's husband, by moving his hands in a downward motion.

Clenching his hand Davids glared at the Doctor, he almost growled as his anger filled him to the brim. Even if his wife was the same, mentally and physically it would leave them so indebted that they would be slaved....Or she would take so long to heal they would use her as a test subject to further their own desires. "I want access in here Twenty-four Seven, understand me you medical bastard?!"


Sighing the doctor nodded. "Such terms are acceptable....But it will be a long progress either way...."

The full weight of it all finally hitting him Davids dropped to his knees, his cheek pressed hard to the medical bed's glass shield he wept for his wife....And the planet that she loved.