>>6138060[So the gas station setup is going about the way I figured. But i know it's taking a while. Not to cut to the chase if you don't want to but I can expedite it a bit on the searching, and summarize what you find, based on what you practically would find. It's a sort of solo escape/survival puzzle at this point.]
You have time to think about your situation. Now that you're out of the sun it gives you time to reflect. And anyway, what else is there to think about besides your desire for dirty pictures? You are currently about 4 miles from where you were a month ago. Or has it been more? It started well, you all drove through the inner gate and the Merchant bid you good luck. You didn't see a thing for a few blocks before the first ghoul incursions. Ray looked through some car trunks, and found them unlooted, though empty. You parked in an office building lobby the first night, and examined the final scene of some terrible survivor camp that went through starvation years before. No ammunition left, no water, just ritual drawings on the walls by whoever must have lived the longest. All the wooden doors and furniture in the whole 8 story complex were removed, and apparently burned at some point, judging from the ash pile.
Over the next week you had skirmishes over a ten block stretch with enough ghouls that Andy expended an entire storage box of ammunition, and went down to a machete to save the rest.
The Slav was very quiet after the first night, and didn't want to eat much of his rations. He didn't venture far from the Ambulance except to cover Ray while syphoning black diesel.
>no animals here. Even this trees, they are dying. The path you travelled wound several blocks in spirals and backtracking, made all the worse as someone had removed all the street signs. Some address numbers were unobscured on building faces, but all the signs were gone.
1276, but which street? There was not much help in the key map. Once disoriented you had to count over, so many blocks from the freeway, and left her and then right, and reconstruct your path to keep your location correct. Not that you'd gone so very far, but the deadends, the exploded streets, the impassable rubble, it was mad. As though the people had tried to barricade every city block, had failed and had retreated only to attempt it again. The city was a mess of streets clogged with burned out oceans of vehicles, and collased buildings.
The further you progressed, and as you clocked your map, you realized that you were only moving further south. East a block and then back west, around and around.
Yet every few blocks you found Mike's trail markers, though how he figured to bring a large rig through here you were less sure about. And the food situation grew worse.
In the meantime you grew sick. Your fever started after leaving the office, and you laid down in the back as Andy drove, and you declined for two days. You couldn't keep anything down, and you could hardly sleep.
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