Voodoo - Bala

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

From Valley Forge to the region where Philadelphia's outskirts might be expected to begin was a decent journey. Nothing too long or too arduous, except for a few detours around this or that environmental hazard. There's a cluster of junk in the distance that might be city ruins, or might be deliberately reared walls- hard to say.

There is also a sign. It is yellow. The figure painted is a low-slung, four-legged, blunt-nosed creature of considerable girth. Its lone head is easily half as long as the thing's body, its jaws gaping ridiculously wide. The image only shows four thick fangs as far as teeth go, two to each jaw. Under its stubby-toed feet is lettered a single word: BEWARE.

Voodoo probably has a better chance of recognizing the damn thing than anyone else here.

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[boston_bruiser]

That he does - recognize it, that is.

He traces a finger over the sign as the rain drizzles over them, and grunts. They've made good time - it's midmorning, a cool one, though that shouldn't be a surprise considering the time of year.

"Word to the wise: you see anything on four legs that looks like a fat kid had a go at a cupcake and bratwurst festival, don't fuck with it."

He pulls back the charging handle on his carbine halfway, releasing it as he sees brass in the chamber.

"Gettin' close to the river. Keep a lookout for guards and bridges."