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The town lay in darkness, it had been like that for years, it had remained empty for multiple years, the only evidence humans had ever been there being the buildings, the abandoned vehicles creepily parked neatly, and the rubbish left on the empty roads.

Decayed bunting hanged limply from building to build, holding on by literal threated as their tiny rotted flags waved in the cold, bitter wind, the error silence that had held a grip on this small town for so long was occasionally interrupted by the flickers of fire.

For in the center of town where the train station and the commercial districts resided was a derailed steam train lay in ruins in the center of what was once a lively town center if commercial thrill, what little did remain was a soldering wreck of what was once a locomotive.

That's what Aurthur found when he entered the town, a place once full of live reduced to a ghost town, just like so many others he had been to before, he could only sigh with unhidden dissapointment, pulling out a map with so to many towns show upon it crossed out.

With a heavy heart, Aurthur crossed off this town as well from the map, "another town" he thought to himself with an obvious about of sadness and dissapointment, he continued through the town finding nothing but creepily intact houses, abandoned toys and rubbish on the floor and the occasional parked car.

Only as he turned into the commercial district and saw the wreck did he have a glimmer of, if not a extremely small amount of hope that someone might have survived the crash.

As he searched the ruins and the train itself, he was once again dissapointed, there was again nobody, not a soul in sight, though there was evidence that something had managed to get out of the locomotive itself, but he knew better then to have hope.

"Damn!" He muttered to himself smtears stinging his wrinkles face "where is everyone?!". He made his way towards the train station, or what remained of it anyway, onde it could've been a mighty well built structure, now it looked as if a bomb had struck it, which was entirely false.

As he entered he found a skeleton, a soldier's skeleton, strung up by a rope to the ceiling, still adorned in his now faded olive green army fatigues, and worn brown army boots, his helmet however what no where in sight.

As aurthur approached his face dropped all hope immediately shattering at the sight, for in the skeleton s pocket was a simple, chilling and heartbreaking note. Aurthur gently grabbed it and opened it, the kit simply saying:

"Worlds gone to shit, might as well quit"

The words stung, Aurthur like he had been shot, or stabbed or worse, he shakily put the not back and sat against the wall tears flooding his face.

"This is a nightmare!" He choked his emotions finally catching up with him "there's nobody left but me, and those things! Those mutants!" He continued now sobbing quietly.

"My mom...my dad...they're gone... Everyone I ever loved in gone too..." He paused "maybe a good night sleep will help. Yea a good night sleep and I'll wake up from this nightmare..."

And with that Aurthur crossed his eyes and passed out unaware of the small skinny many staring at him, a large thrown on his face....

End of story.

Hey y'all I hope you enjoyed this little peak into a book I'm making, if there's anything I can improve be sure to let me know :)

Mintoria, a world of constant xeno and chaos invasions that spew from eye of terror, 10 times over last 200 or more years, each lasting atleast a few decades, each taking place on the same continent of mintoria; Terra exterminatorum a land so basqued in the afteath of both chemical and nuclear weapons a like that that life is near out impossible in that area.

The 89th mintorian legion hold firm at the only bit of land connecting the continent to the rest of mintoria.

Not once has either chaos legions nor the xenos even gotten close to this concert trench line if bunkers pull boxes, anti aircraft and artillery batteries Infront of which are miles of barbed wire, mines of all kinds and predesignated coordinates for the artillery.

And yet, this world is forgotten about by the wider imperium, hell if you were to ask anyone about mintoria they wouldn't know what you were ever on about. At worse they think you were crazy.

Despite this, mintoria marches on each day it survives, each day more of the chaos and exno swarms are crushed mercilessly under the tree of mintoria.

The legion do not run, they do not give up, the legion fight and win, and shall continue to do so untill the god emperor is Victoria's.

End of story

Hi I hope you enjoyed this look into my fan made planet and the guardsmen regiment that calms it home. For Warhammer 40k (and maybe the Horus herecy too?)

Hope to hear your feedback:)