Escape from the Valley - Final Issue: The LA Escape
Lunatic Porfirio Ramirez ID:vv7kPtIG No.5388056 View ViewReport Quoted By:
It's late 2020, and LA burns! Time is running out of time as the walls close on the City of Angels and the entire country. You, the humble Porfirio Ramirez, low level car enthusiast and illegal immigrant divorcé, are making a break for the deserts outside of the seemingly endless sprawl of Greater Los Angeles. So far, it hasn't been easy.
Law enforcement in the area has totally collapsed. The streets are dominated by a combination of insane looters, emerging factions, Revolutionary groups, and the myriad other threats that come with the 2nd US Civil War. What's left of the authorities are fortifying the narrow passes outside of the region and looking to seal your fate. The only opening is the far off Banning Pass, closer to the Arizona Border than your native San Fernando and so dangerous that nothing short of a foreign military could hope to seize it.
Normally, someone crazy enough to Escape from the Valley like this would be driving a badass muscle car, reinforced with armor plating and top of the line performance. Unfortunately, you're broke (the divorce was hard) and are driving a leased junker that would have been repo'd if the country didn't collapse. The armor plating fell off somewhere around Burbank and it's a miracle your car even starts.
The one bright spot has been the friends you've made along the way. Early on you picked up a random passer-by that was going to be devoured by a drugged out horde of vagrants (just another day in LA) who was secretly working for some kind of criminal/terrorist/espionage organization and has given you a mysterious envelope that will help you out of the city. Later, in the hills by Glendale, you managed to get to a crashed LAPD chopper in time to help rescue one of the passengers and gain the help of a one-woman-army and her arsenal, a vital resource when you're being shot at with every passing mile. Most importantly, you have the help of your Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, to Whom you owe your life to. Even before the chaos it was prayer, not those overpriced mechanics you ignored, that kept your car running!
You're nearing the Banning Pass, and are currently deep in Cartel territory in a violent industrial zone being swarmed by hordes of feral meth addicts. Up ahead is an advancing Revolutionary faction advancing rapidly and brutally, with only a single envelope as your hope. Only a madman would try to Escape from the Valley by moving yet further through it, but they don't call you Lunatic Porfirio for nothing!
[A 2nd US Civil War Gaiden]
