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.

Comments

[boston_bruiser]

"Start with when you entered their territory and go from there."

Voodoo leans back against a nearby box, making himself comfortable as he can - this might take a while.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Okay," says the man. "We started off from Kino- it's a town a couple of days from the edge of Legion territory- heading north to look for somewhere a little more stable to live..."

He'll go on for quite some time, and answer questions along the way until it's time for the next guard shift to start.