Voodoo - Charm City

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

It's a long bit of walking from Philadelphia to DC, but Voodoo and his people have a few advantages in that regard. One is that Ellen's provided them with a map of the route she took, including landmarks along the way. Another is that, while it's a good distance, it's nowhere near as long as the trip from Canada or New York to Philly. Perspective can be key.

The route on the map doesn't go anywhere near I-95 for most of its length, though. And there's a thickly drawn band around a not inconsiderable piece of territory- most of which is inside the curve of what used to be Interstate 695.

Comments

[boston_bruiser]

It's strange, for sure - but Voodoo doesn't spare it more than a few seconds of thought as he traces a finger along the map. He's steadied it along what used to be a concrete divider, brow furrowed in thought as he finishes fixing their position.

"We're on-track. We move quickly and we'll be in D.C. by sundown."

("A group of Outcasts less inclined towards reconciliation, or even peace, was reported setting out from the Capital region-")

"You see someone, don't shoot 'less they do. 'specially if they're wearing power armor."

Later

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

There was a time when the building to which Omar directed Voodoo and his friends was a stoutly built granite imitation of Romanesque architecture with visible resemblance to historic Italian basilicas in Ravenna. That was a long time ago, though, both in terms of the building's structure and in terms of anybody remembering those resemblances. The church took a pounding like everything else in this hell-pit of a city vicinity; about a third of the bell-tower's missing, and the roof's so heavily pitted and cracked with the ravages of time that you'd get more protection from a Brahmin skin strung over the holes. Still, granite goes a long way. Where other buildings in the vicinity would fall apart if you sneezed on them wrong, the remains of the First Methodist Episcopal Church still stand, and give the impression of not moving any time soon.

The Morning After

[boston_bruiser]

The sun's just starting to peek over the horizon when Hector wakes them up. They're out on the road towards D.C. not long after that, in a standard patrol formation. The road isn't terribly preserved, if you consider what it's been through - but it's still not something you'd want to drive over.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't itching to head in the direction of last night's firefight. But as they say, curiosity killed the cat - best not to stick his nose into it unless the opportunity presents itself.


-speaking of, there's a familiar figure just up the road.

"Omar? That you?"