Morning comes all too quick! It’s feels as if you had only just closed your eyes when they’re back open again! The day before had taken its toll on you, and those not on watch had collapsed into sleep just as soon as the cleaning was done!
And good thing it was done, too. The morning sun beats down with a vengeance, despite winter being right around the bend. Flies buzz about the carcasses you’d moved and stacked a ways away from your shelter. They flit about the dead, and it’s a constant battle to keep them from flitting about you - the living.
You’d half wondered if you might wake up to a fresh batch of walkers trying to clamber over the barricades, given Richard’s discharge last night. It seemed like luck had been on the man’s side…
Martin sat with his shirt open at the front revealing his wiry, almost gaunt, frame beneath. He fanned himself with what looks to be a map from the hunting supply place!
Martin Cater
he starts, meaning to draw in your curiosity first thing in the morning!
"Crash site." he goes on, listing off what he sees on the map.
"Refugee camp." he says finally, before placing the map down on a cleared out table!
Tracy groans, as Martin starts his shit first thing in the morning. As if remembering himself, he looks about the room, as the others begin to wake up and face another day!
"Morning, folks! Looks like we’ve got some… news." he says, purposely avoiding attributing the words ‘good’ or ‘bad’ to what lay waiting on the map.
The old map, not dissimilar to the one your own group carried, had been altered heavily by the group who had lived and died here! Thick black lines form three circles on the map. Each circle had been crossed through with a great big red
X too, the meaning of which you could surely imagine!
Beneath the circles, the group had guessed what they might find, should they go on a run. Mostly, the space is filled with thick, ragged question marks.
Martin stabs a heavy finger down onto the map!
[ +- ] Motorcade
A ways down the road from the hunting supply store, the group has marked a thick, black circle with the word Motorcade penciled in above it.
Beneath the circle, they’ve written: Cars, Gas, ???.
[ +- ] Crash Site
About a half a days walk up and into the woods, the group has circled a spot and written Crash Site above it. Someone has doodled a helicopter and a plume of smoke amidst all of the ???s strewn about the mark on the map.
[ +- ] Refugee Camp
Peering beneath the thick, black mark, it seems like the group has circled a nearby school as a refugee center. Maybe they’d heard something you hadn’t!
Beneath the circle, they’ve written the words: Food, Medicine??, HELP!?
