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Re: CDDA: Adventures in Cataclysm
« on: October 01, 2016, 09:03:02 pm »

Something nearby making a droning noise, otherwise the small camp site was peaceful. Kent noticed the motorcycles nearby and made straight for them. A vehicle would be nice. He had set out durin the night, and had somehow managed to avoid something out in the dark field. He had flicked on his flashlight and only saw some kind of police dog. Something was very wrong with it though, so Kent flipped the light back off and ran. The something he had avoided never made it's appearance, but the dog had followed him through the woods for some time until he had finally managed to break it's pursuit. These motorcycles represented a measure of safety for him, ease of movement and the ability to outrun anything he came across. The first bike was too badly damaged to move though. The engine was thrashed, the gas tank had a hole the size of a fist in it, and the battery was outright gone. Turning to the other, he noticed the source of the odd drone. The largest wasp he had ever seen sat watching him carefully from near the other bike. After eying up the other bike, he decided the risk wasn't worth it and staying away from that wasp and it's dagger like stinger would be best.

The trees loomed over him. Negative thoughts pervaded his mind. Thoughts of "what if." What if there was no one at the center? What if this whole thing didn't just blow over? What if came across something like what had killed those guards at the shelter? What if these bites were infected? It was depressing. His spirits lighted a bit when something on the road through the trees caught his eye, and then dropped again when he got a good look at it. It was some kind of military vehicle, and while Kent was no mechanic, it didn't take a mechanic to realize it was thrashed. For one, it looked like it had been worked over with a piece of heavy wrecking equipment. The wheels looked alright, but the damage they had sustained by whatever had wrecked it was extensive. There was no harm in trying though. Looking over the cab of the truck was like looking at the outside. It was a mess. To his surprise though, the keys were still in the ignition. To further his surprise, the truck actually started when he turned them. The controls weren't too complicated, but the fuel gauge worried him a bit. Once the truck was moving, he saw why.

The truck was hemorrhaging fuel. Hopefully, it would be enough to get him to the center.

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