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You lie low, hoping that that explosion doesn't terminate the bus route. A collapsed tunnel would end your plan dead in its tracks.
Thankfully, after what seems like an eternity, you see the lights and steady rumble of the bus. Sure enough, when you wave to it, it slows down and then stops.
Hastily explaining yourself, you try to look like a professional, and present a best argument for why you should get on. The driver gives you a hollow, disdainful glare which gets harder the longer you talk. Eventually, feeling like you're just digging yourself deeper, you peter to a halt and then go silent, awaiting his judgement.
<span class="mu-g">"Just get the fuck on board,"</span> He points to the back, before suddenly stopping you. <span class="mu-g">"Oh, and give us one of those smokes."</span> Fumbling, you pull at the package before hastily handing the entire pack to him- you have a backup. He lights up in the bus, not caring about the sign placed above his head expressly prohibiting what he's doing. <span class="mu-g">"First stop is Big Easy. It's my last stop, too, and the one where we find out how you're paying."</span>
One half-hour of tense waiting later, and the bus begins moving. Nobody else seems to have had the idea, so it's just you. The driver doesn't care, he closes the door and starts driving.
A mixture of relief and exhaustion hits your stomach, and you pass out, hand over your wrist and watch firmly placed on it. You don't know much about New Orleans, but it couldn't possibly be worse than Mossless. At least, that's what the nicotine and painkillers are telling you. You're on your way- what are your plans for your newfound freedom?
>>Plans for Big Easy
>New Orleans is famous for its culinary tradition- they've got to have an opening there. You might not need to go any further.
>Just as a stepping stone for further West. A city that old has bound to have some holdover corruption. In fact, you're not sure how it survived the War.
>Might as well make it exciting if you're just going to be there for a bit. Spend a little, get some clothing to set you up for success.
>The underbelly is what you're looking for. You're sick and tired of being pushed around- you've got a mind to harden your edge.
>You're looking to die there- but to make it fun. It's a city of vice. Burn out the money on a good time and let the city claim you.
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