By SrgtGreen
Oct 11, 2020
“It was time to leave Patriotsburg. Brendon and I walked to the main entrance of the police station and waited in line to claim our belongings from a kiosk. A kind, elderly mutant was working the desk. We told her our names and to our surprise, they were on the list. Apparently the chief of police checks his prisoners in. She entered a back room and came out a few minutes later our stuff. She set it down on the kiosk. Everything that had been taken from us when we were captured was there: my wallet, the guns and we had taken from the guards of the military compound, 2 pocket knives (one must have been Brendon’s), a small flashlight (Brendon’s), a steel canteen, and a wad of cash. I looked at Brendon quizzically, but held my tongue. Best not question it.
Before leaving the station, we visited a room that had been turned into a small store. Random items stocked the shelves, from precious ores to automatic rifles. We bought two backpacks, some protein bars, a couple cans of food, matches, a water filter, and a map. The food would last a couple of days. Now that we had enough gear to survive for a bit, we left the town in search of a vehicle.
We exited the same way we came, passing the same, ominous road sign. One of the guards was washing the anti mutant graffiti off of it. I sighed, and hoped that the town worked out their problems. As we left, I heard the sound of distant gunfire and explosions.
For several hours we encountered nothing. No people, no cars, just trees. Contrary to the post-apocalyptic movies, people don’t just leave their working vehicles parked in the middle of the road. We passed one car but it was driven into a tree. I didn’t care to investigate. Brendon and I continued on.
I was about to suggest that we set up camp for the night when I saw a strange sign. It read “The Forger’s Forge (2 miles)” and lead down a side road. Brendon and I consulted our map. The road was an old maintenance path to a train depot that was no longer in service. We decided to check it out. With any luck we could find a working vehicle there.”
Thanks for reading! And thanks BMatt, you will be in the next part.
Before leaving the station, we visited a room that had been turned into a small store. Random items stocked the shelves, from precious ores to automatic rifles. We bought two backpacks, some protein bars, a couple cans of food, matches, a water filter, and a map. The food would last a couple of days. Now that we had enough gear to survive for a bit, we left the town in search of a vehicle.
We exited the same way we came, passing the same, ominous road sign. One of the guards was washing the anti mutant graffiti off of it. I sighed, and hoped that the town worked out their problems. As we left, I heard the sound of distant gunfire and explosions.
For several hours we encountered nothing. No people, no cars, just trees. Contrary to the post-apocalyptic movies, people don’t just leave their working vehicles parked in the middle of the road. We passed one car but it was driven into a tree. I didn’t care to investigate. Brendon and I continued on.
I was about to suggest that we set up camp for the night when I saw a strange sign. It read “The Forger’s Forge (2 miles)” and lead down a side road. Brendon and I consulted our map. The road was an old maintenance path to a train depot that was no longer in service. We decided to check it out. With any luck we could find a working vehicle there.”
Thanks for reading! And thanks BMatt, you will be in the next part.