Post by Sarah Sharpe on Apr 16, 2016 16:25:06 GMT -5
note: area marked in red denotes areas cleared out and under the control of the Belle Isle stronghold
Looking across the Detroit River from the island, Sarah thought the past few months and all the work it'd took to strengthen their positions over on the other side - from clearing out spaces here and there for watch positions...thank God for that abandoned rail spur, she mused - to the bulldozing, disposing and burning of countless numbers of dead corpses, both roamers and decayed humans, there wasn't an activity anyone at Belle Isle hadn't done over that period of time - even Sarah herself had spent hours upon hours pulling watch duty along Jefferson Avenue so that others could rest and recuperate. Though they'd lost several people along the way, the end result was an area almost as big as Belle Isle on the Detroit side of the river that could be said was well and truly cleaned out of bandits, marauders and walkers.
Now what do we do? she kept thinking as she continued scanning the horizon, the cool spring air filling her lungs and reminding her that there was still a life to be led. As she sat there, she could hear down below the sounds of Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels in the background, likely from a CD player the former yacht club had. Ahh, CC Rider, she thought as she climbed down from the perch so that someone else could take over the long watch, smiling as the sounds filled the air....nothing like some good Motown to lighten everyone's mood. Climbing down from the perch, she began walking towards the dining hall, that irrepressible smile of hers' still present, adding, I'll have to thank Ian sometime so getting that player working again...