The Riders

[Sir Norman Ray]

Dust stirred under wheels. The wheels were attached to two motorbikes, one with a sidecar. They drove through the tight ravine, the bridge long collapsed since the last Great War. Bikes, whilst running on the rare petrol allowed gangs and travellers to move quickly in the wasteland formally as the USA.

The bikes came to a stop in the ravine, blocked by a barrier. The barrier looked old, but maintained by somebody. Near the barrier sat a wooden shack, a ladder leading up to the roof with a water barrel on top. Near the shack sat an outhouse with a few flies. The first cyclist dismounted his hog near the barrier itself and began to look around. “Jeez boss, what’s going on?” Where the barrier stopped a fire pit flamed before leading into a small but empty dust field. The boss, sat in the sidecar, just shrugged at his grunt. “Simple boy, this is a toll booth.”

Three heads turned to see a man standing at the doorway of the shack, a drumstick of some bird in his hand, cooked. Obviously, two motorbikes wouldn’t disturb a man’s dinner. “You see boys, the government decided it needed to maintain the road round here.” The young man walking around laughed. “Old man, there hasn’t been a real government in years, but this is a dust track!”

The man shrugged, grease dripping off his dinner. “Rules are rules boy. You can go round the barrier, but that’s an old mine field there. Who knows what may still be alive.” The young man swore, and reached into his trousers. “To hell with you old man!” He whipped out an Uzi, but a bullet smashed through his neck before he could pull the trigger. His body flew backwards and crashed into the dust, his life slowly ebbing away as he slid slightly. Suddenly a large explosion erupted, ripping the top half of the boy to bits. The old man stood there, the smoking handgun in his hand. “It’s the rules...”

Back at the other bike, the driver was reaching for his assault rifle before his passenger placed his hand on his arm. “No Dan, this man’s right.” The boss leant back and picked up the backpack and threw it at the toll man, landing with a jingle. “Go right ahead sir. I’ll deal with the young man and his bike.” The boss nodded as the barrier was raised and sped off towards the coast.

Yeah, more on my post apoc stuff. The sub titles say it all really. But it was fun building the shack and the outhouse. Also, its fun to build whilst lsitening to games of the same genre Full Throttle.)

Thanks for looking

[Asuka]

A good use of that baseplate, a neat scenery and a very fine story indeed.

[Sir Norman Ray]

A good use of that baseplate, a neat scenery and a very fine story indeed.

Thanks!

[Skull-Mark_Ladybug]

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Edited May 17, 2025 by Skull-Mark_Ladybug

[Sir Norman Ray]

I dont like using mutants and zombies as an enemy. I prefer the idea that mankind is bad enough as it is. But thank you anyway, support is always greatly welcomed.