Whispering Winds: Macbeth Rewrite

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Whispering Wind Prologue: Rain pounded heavily on the rusted hoods of abandoned cars. Even though fifty years obsolete, the cars still lied around used by scavengers for scrap. The ragged scavengers ran across the eroded streets kicking up dust, trying to find shelter from the rain. The rain came down more heavily within the span of thirty seconds, making vision of three or more feet impossible. The thunder followed the rain. The thunder and lightning were lighting up the outline of the ruined city. In the distance windows could be heard being broken, most likely to places being looted (if that was even possible). Closer there were screams of the mutated coming out to hunt, and the screams of those who were hunted. Buildings stood barren and crumbling. The constant torrential downpours kept what was once Seattle, in everlasting grey. After the end fifty years ago, having come down to nuclear destruction, there were only two times of day throughout the world. It was either black, or grey. Black was usually at night, when the dark clouds caused by nuclear warheads, thickened to the colour of tar. Grey on the other hand was all that clouded the sky, it wasn't light nor was it pitch black, but it gave a depressing glow and the promise that life would never be the same. Buildings had been reduced to tall blasé ruins, streets were eroding away, broken automobiles littered the streets, and people were divided up into many varieties. Scavengers moved like animals, they looked like them too. The moved with incredible speed crawling on all fours. Their teeth grew long and sharp as to tear the flesh off of dead creatures. Being cowards they would never fight, instead they'd watch on waiting for the bigger prey to fall. They hid inside cars, in hollowed out walls, in sewers, even inside empty gas containers at the long forgotten stations. The mutated were the poor souls that
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