Originally Posted by
Earl of Purple
Wrecked Motorway
"You're twenty years too late for that, miss. Those things ate it all." He gestures at the pile of ash that was previously zombies, and... I don't think he's started righting his cart yet. So he'll get to work on reloading that, whilst I struggle to remember why he wanted all that deodorant.
"Yeah, Wyoming. Unless I've crossed the state boundary, anyway." He might not know if the sign's fallen over. "Weren't many zombies in Riverton, when I visited it. Bunch of people in the city hall, I think, but they'd strung bodies from the metal, uh, poles by the side of the road. The ones that bend at the top. So I didn't go there." Lamp posts or traffic lights, either way Endurance has never seen one working.