Balloon in A Wasteland
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You wake next to a torn balloon envelope lying across bent metal frames. A gritty wind sweeps over dry earth. Those battered remains hold your only chance to leave this place. Predators pace beyond sight. Repair work starts with the burner. Then you secure patches over gashes in the canvas.
You spend daylight hunting for spare parts and food. Broken crates hold stale cans you pry open with a cracked wrench. Repairing valves demands steady hands. Back aches remind you of long hours on dusty ground. Thirst creeps in as you tighten each bolt. Hunger and weariness sting with every task.
Night reveals snarling shapes at the horizon. You yank fresh rounds into your rifle. You drag tripwires across shallow trenches. A flip of a switch powers one metal turret. Razor-edged snares catch the first beasts. Bullets hit armored hide. Sparks fly off metal. You dart between patches and mag swaps. Monochrome visuals make every silhouette a threat.