You take a little time to gear up for the unknown. In the time since the world went to shit, runs had gone from hours to sometimes days, and it was harder and harder to know what you’d meet on the road.
Travel light and hope for the best, or expect to bunk down somewhere for a few days, as a herd passes through the area?
You can’t help but notice the other four, as they go about trying to spear the floaters while you pack rations and check weapons. The work of one person is performed by three, with one barely-interested onlooker.
One of you offers to make the climb up the old billboard near where you’d stashed the vehicles. That had been Martin’s idea, separating the camp and the getaways, in case one or the other was found by chance. Would-be raiders might be satisfied with their find, giving your group a chance to make for the other!
As your lookout climbs the sign, binoculars hanging around their neck, and the others busy themselves with pulling the vehicles from their hiding place, you can’t help but notice that the dull white of the morning has begun to turn a more threatening grey.
Ting… Ting… Ting… the metal ladder rings out as they make their way up. Gathering themselves at the top, their chest heaving from the climb, the encroaching storm is much more obvious!
OOC:
Three below, and one above! Let’s get a Scout roll from one person to see what you see! The rest will be below, preparing the run.
How do you feel about leaving the others? What do you anticipate on the road ahead?
