Refuge in Sulphur Supermarket

The sulfur stench presses heavy, thick as the ruin that suffocates this place. I move through the broken aisles of the market, each step stirring dust and memories better left buried. An old terminal flickers to life under my fingers. Maybe it holds the story. Maybe it offers a warning.

[T. Myles' Initial Entry: Market Operations]
1.15.2078

"The Sulphur Market was once a bustling hub, a refuge in the midst of chaos. Despite the growing panic of war echoing through the land and the looming threat of nuclear fallout, we managed to keep our doors open. Oddly enough, the bombs never hit Sulphur; instead, we faced the consequences of radiation and flooding that decimated our community."

I see it in Myles’ words: a place that dared to be vibrant, now swallowed by decay.

[T. Myles' Mid-Entry: The Rise of the Scavengers]
4.3.2078

"Five months after the bombs dropped, everything began to change. The sulfur that had lain hidden beneath the earth started to emerge, drawing scavengers like moths to a flame. They descended upon us, stealing supplies and harvesting the sulfur, blind to the lurking dangers."

"Bloodworms soon emerged from the underground, drawn by the sulfur and radiation. They began to attack anyone foolish enough to linger too long in their territory, further solidifying the notion that safety was a thing of the past."

The panic seeps through these lines. The market is no longer safe—it’s a battlefield soaked in fear and blood.

[T. Myles' Final Entry: The Green Giant]
4.30.2078

"I was waiting for a delivery of brahmin milk, a small comfort in these dark times, when everything changed. A truck rolled in, but before I could greet the driver, a monstrous supermutant appeared, dismantling the vehicle like it was nothing."

"In a panic, I locked myself in my office, hoping the beast would lose interest. But hope is a fragile thing in Sulphur. The chaos outside—the sounds of bloodworms and scavengers—mingled into a haunting symphony."

"In this moment, I realize that the bloodworms weren't the true threat; it was the supermutant. They have claimed this land, driving the last vestiges of life into the shadows."

Myles’ final words echo with despair, a chilling reminder: hope is fragile, and here, it breaks hard.

Sulphur was alive once—hope burning bright against the dark. Now it’s a hollow shell, sulfur’s bitter glow the last thing to fade. I’m just another passing shadow, a wanderer fleeing ghosts of what was.

Before I leave, I gather raw sulfur—fuel for chems, fuel for defiance. This world dies slow, but I won’t be buried with it.

“I gotta get out of here.”