It had been easier than the mare had anticipated to get the pair of stallions to accompany her on a mission. In the history of their lives Bastion had never told her no, and she suspected Lushka was as incapable of the declination. It meant they had been able to go over their mission quickly and arrived at sight of the nuclear disaster within the same day.

It was quiet, lacking the sounds of habitation usually associated with towns and power plants. Nature played it's quiet soundtrack around them, but it seemed usually muted, as if even the animals seemed unwilling to linger in the area.

Mismatched eyes slid over the landscape before landing upon her companions. "It's quite pretty." All desolate and decaying. Nature reclaiming the land in climbing moss and vines so every piece of man made architecture had a surreal quality to it.

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