Voodoo - Cram It

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The North American continent is big. Not stupidly big- it's not Asia or anything- but it's still pretty damned big, especially when you're a) walking and b) periodically set upon by mutated things that want to eat you. It is probably best not to speak of the ruins of Cincinnati, or of what lurked in the landscape of thorns where Hoosier National Forest once stood, or of the stretch of road punctuated solely by massive granite sculptures of Popeye chararacters, who watched over the endless empty miles with blank gray eyes, forever.

Unfortunately that leaves the ruins of East St. Louis to talk about, and that wasn't even nice before the war.

At least a binocular sweep of the place from a nice safe distance indicates there's lights in what's left of some of the buildings, and shapes that look more human than otherwise.

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[boston_bruiser]

Best to count your blessings, right?

Voodoo drops back behind the berm he was using as cover, putting the binos away in his ruck as he addresses the group.

"Movement in one of the buildings. Looks industrial. Can't tell for sure if they're armed. Doesn't look like it."

He pulls the bolt on his carbine back halfway to ensure there's a round in the chamber. There is.

"Same deal. I'm on point, Fawkes brings up the rear. We don't get shot at, we might just have a roof to spend the night under."