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Galvain7
2015-03-06, 11:33 PM
Where are you?

North Bay.

Where is North Bay? Could be anywhere. Crap.

Of all the vague, non-descriptive names. Honestly, the snow should have been the first clue. Piles of it. Whole towns buried by it. You almost froze to death on the first day before you found some tarpaulin and fashioned a crude coat with electric wire for thread and shell casings for buttons. The second day brought you to a town of some sort, North Bay, where you managed to break into, or rather fall into, a house where the roof collapsed from a snow drift.

Things could be worse though. In the house where you dropped by, you found a proper black coat and a pair of gray wool overalls in a vacuum sealed bag under the stairs. A few hours of clumsy sewing and your crude tarpaulin coat became a crude tarpaulin bag.

For two days you dug through the remains of North Bay, living off the ration bars you found in your pockets after the landing. Fire came in the form of a pack of matches you found in someones kitchen and a little digging yielded enough plastic bottles for two days of water. With the 9mm pistol you had with you and a knife that you found embedded in a flag pole, you have a reasonable kit. Time to head South. South would be warmer. Unless of course you were in South America. But the English signs convinced you otherwise. Hopefully.

The Road signs were all unreadable or bullet ridden messes. You picked the southern most and started hiking. A wrecked truck you found contained a sleeping bag in the back seat and locked glove box. The lock was... irritating, in a word. The thing was so cheap it defined an reasonable attempt to get it open. Finally you rammed your knife just to the left of the lock and simply pried the lock out. Your knife, as you suspected, has a solid steel tang. Thankfully.

But the mechanical strife was worth it. The glove box yielded more matches, a pair of gloves, a hat, a small flashlight and maps. You were so excited you dropped the first map. Gingerly you reached down a turned it over to finally find out where you are. The map was white. The letters large and black.

MANITOBA.

No.

No. No. No.

The rest of the maps contained other … “Provinces”: Alberta. Saskatchewan. Ontario. British Columbia. Newfoundland. The Yukon.

No. Drek. Crap. Non.

A coming snow storm forced a delay. You converted the truck into a miniature igloo. If you stayed, you would freeze to death, but the truck shelter would keep you for one night. You settled down to study the maps.

You are not, as fate would suggest, in Manitoba. Thankfully, you were in much closer Ontario. North Bay was a town just North of the larger city of Toronto- maybe 220 miles or so. If you headed South, you would eventually cross into what used to be the New England Commonwealth. Crossing the St. Lawrence would be another matter. But you would cross that hopefully not metaphorical bridge when you came to it.

You followed the road for several days, stopping to scrounge up enough food and fuel to carry you as for a few days. As you travel the road widens. You pass what looks like a few Commonwealth checkpoints, but the only thing inside were the bullet riddled corpses of ghouls. Some were recent. You are not alone. Whether or not that is good news remains to be seen.

You continue on the road South.

Winds from the south keep the worse of the snow drifts off the road in many places but you are forced to scramble over dunes of snow and ice in some places. After two more days of walking from the truck with the troublesome glove box, you begin to run out of food. At sunset you scramble down a highway exit and into a place called Powassan- or it used to be.

Current Conditions:
-10F/-23C
Wind: Light
Daylight left: 30min

YossarianLives
2015-03-06, 11:39 PM
Is this a campaign log or a interactive forum game?

Galvain7
2015-03-07, 12:42 AM
Sorry! I posted this in the wrong thread!

LibraryOgre
2015-03-07, 08:59 AM
The Mod Wonder: Closed for being in the wrong place. Reopen where you need it.