It took only half an hour for me to find a road, and only a few hours after that for me to reach the nearest city. I couldn't believe what I found. I was in the outskirts of Cork city, the city where I had once lived and worked! I could only shake my head at the coincidence. I decided to go into the city and see if I could replace my battle damaged clothes, but I had to find a way to blend in to the crowd.
As I looked around I noticed a particularly disreputable looking man in a tracksuit standing on the pavement a short distance away. He was speaking to a young woman who looked thoroughly intimidated, as he was standing well within her personal space. A smile curled across my face as I began to approach them.
"Get out of here." I said to the woman when I got close. Her eyes widened and she backed off quickly. The scumbag whirled around, his dull eyes blazing.
"You want a fooking smack bai? What the?!" He got no further as I raised my revolver to his face and pulled back the hammer.
"Take off your clothes. Now."
...
Two hours later I returned to that spot, still breathing heavily. It had been horrible in the crowds. Though they looked like normal people, rotting, undead faces kept flashing into my mind. I felt crowded in a way that I had never felt before when I walked through a city. My hands had shaken uncontrollably, my face was white, and it took genuine effort to avoid drawing my weapons. Luckily I didn't lapse into a full-on flashback. And despite the unpleasance of the experience, I had obtained clean clothes and an intact leather jacket similar to my own into which I could stitch the crude metal plates that reinforced it. I also obtained a good hiking pack into which I could put my equipment, and could modify it to hold my weapons within reach while in the field. I decided it was a good time to report my findings as I changed quickly into my new clothes and dumped the tracksuit on the unconscious scumbag concealed behind the low wall.
"I've found a city. There's a river running through it that we can get fairly clean water from, and we can obtain food too. If any of you are still searching, you could head this way. You'd have to camp outside though, some of you'll kind of stick out."
As I looked around I noticed a particularly disreputable looking man in a tracksuit standing on the pavement a short distance away. He was speaking to a young woman who looked thoroughly intimidated, as he was standing well within her personal space. A smile curled across my face as I began to approach them.
"Get out of here." I said to the woman when I got close. Her eyes widened and she backed off quickly. The scumbag whirled around, his dull eyes blazing.
"You want a fooking smack bai? What the?!" He got no further as I raised my revolver to his face and pulled back the hammer.
"Take off your clothes. Now."
...
Two hours later I returned to that spot, still breathing heavily. It had been horrible in the crowds. Though they looked like normal people, rotting, undead faces kept flashing into my mind. I felt crowded in a way that I had never felt before when I walked through a city. My hands had shaken uncontrollably, my face was white, and it took genuine effort to avoid drawing my weapons. Luckily I didn't lapse into a full-on flashback. And despite the unpleasance of the experience, I had obtained clean clothes and an intact leather jacket similar to my own into which I could stitch the crude metal plates that reinforced it. I also obtained a good hiking pack into which I could put my equipment, and could modify it to hold my weapons within reach while in the field. I decided it was a good time to report my findings as I changed quickly into my new clothes and dumped the tracksuit on the unconscious scumbag concealed behind the low wall.
"I've found a city. There's a river running through it that we can get fairly clean water from, and we can obtain food too. If any of you are still searching, you could head this way. You'd have to camp outside though, some of you'll kind of stick out."
