The soil, nourished by viruses and human blood, could no longer grow any living thing. Across this wasteland, black mist churned and dust filled the air.
The young man in a black-and-gold uniform stood like a pine reaching into the clouds, a black assault rifle in his hand and endless smoke at his side. The desolation was reflected in his eyes. A blood spot on the side of his neck marked where a syringe had been used.
"Doctor, am I going to die?"
After a long silence, the doctor in the white coat standing behind him shook his head. The holographic projection floating in his hand flickered with densely packed numbers.
"You won't die."
"...Because you are my most successful experimental subject."
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Younger man/younger partner, wasteland, science fiction, apocalypse
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