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Awakening (Alien Brut 1): Marvin Greybonds way through space and time
Awakening (Alien Brut 1): Marvin Greybonds way through space and time
Awakening (Alien Brut 1): Marvin Greybonds way through space and time
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Awakening (Alien Brut 1): Marvin Greybonds way through space and time

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The world went down 200 years ago. The continents are radioactively contaminated and biologically infested. Mutants now populate the more than two-thirds destroyed surface of the planet. Obscure creatures’ rule with brutal sanctions and unnatural-looking technology over the rest of humanity. Two mutant families live on the edge of a desert area in underground caves. To the east, on the other side of the mountain, there is the power center of Muhlork. These are the adventures of the young Marvin Greybond through space and time on the way to his true destiny.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXinXii
Release dateMay 1, 2019
ISBN9783957459985
Awakening (Alien Brut 1): Marvin Greybonds way through space and time

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    Awakening (Alien Brut 1) - J.F. Simon

    Majenna

    prolog

    The cave dome lay directly beneath the made of red sandstone brick bungalow.

    The house was still well preserved despite its high age of over two hundred and twenty-five years.

    It was a typical 21st century American bungalow of the old-time.

    Directly behind the house a huge desert began to expand. There were no more boundaries or other landscape features that could be used to determine the exact location.

    The old world had gone down two hundred years ago. The continents, as far as they still existed, were still radioactively contaminated.

    On the right side of the partially basement bungalow there was access to an underground vaulted complex, which was partly natural, partly artificial origin.

    The entrance to the shelter was locked by a double leaf old oak wood door.

    A heavy hot wind blew over the area from south-southeast. The sun mercilessly burned down through the heavily thickened ozone layer on the emaciated land.

    It was strangely quiet around this noon hour. There was not a single animal sound, no screams of death or battle noise, which otherwise formed the everyday background noise of the environment.

    To the west the reflection of a massif shimmered in the haze of the hot air. 

    Although the promontory was more than a hundred kilometers away, a mirage created the impression that it would start after a few hundred meters.

    With a loud, creaking sound the right part of the cellar door suddenly opened.

    As in slow motion, the door flap was pushed upwards and then stopped in a vertical angle to the entrance.

    Shuffling, first a thick foot with an even thicker thigh pushed forward, followed by a second foot with the associated relatively short hull.

    Sgrull, father of eleven sons, first sniffed carefully with his flat nose, then sniffed loudly.

    He had to be careful because there were always some cattle around here on the edge of the desert, which was best avoided.

    He was not a particularly dreaded warrior with a height of one meter thirty-three.

    His corpulence and the spherical head, which sat almost lax on the neck, rather conveyed a sedate way of life.

    He was constantly short of breath and suffered from a bone anomaly due to a genetic mutation that affected the development of bones and connective tissue.

    Sgrull's wife had died two years ago after the birth of his youngest son, and since then he solely toke care of their all well-being.

    He remembered very well the day of her death. Life was bitter and wrong, like the venomous sand viper she had bitten and killed at once.

    On the other hand, life had also led Majenna to him. A strange, young woman who knew nothing about her own past, or at least acted as if she were suffering from amnesty.

    Majenna had appeared here about one and a half planetary circulations ago.

    Since then, she has cared for the youngest members of his large family and has become an indispensable part of her small community.

    Sgrull was especially grateful to her for having taken care of the then half-year-old newborn.

    Slightly irritated by the memories that expand like a

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