Post by Damien Orddman on Feb 22, 2016 14:58:45 GMT -5
He had been driving for a long time now. Finding a car had been a lot easier when the specimens started to get distracted by all the noise that was made by those other people. They had found a still working mini-van, turning Damien down the dark path towards being a soccer mom. He had insisted on driving. Mostly because he didn't want to start a driver's ed class while crashing could cause the undead to eat them.
So he drove. He couldn't take the highways, but they found enough back roads to get by. It took a while and a few stops for fuel, but they were making progress. "See that?" he indicated a "Welcome to New Hampshire!" sign that stood by the side of the road they were on. This part of the highway was deserted- because it was New Hampshire. He'd have to get off soon anyway, but it was nice having a mostly open road for once. "We've made it plenty far without dragging other people along with us. Of course, this is assuming the end will be worth it. You're absolutely sure about this place? I don't want to go to New York and be killed by a tourist with an appetite for my skin, or worse, by another psychotic survivor who will also eat my skin."
He shook his head, muttering insults under his breath. His backpack and satchel were both sitting in the back seat now, easing the burden on his shoulders.
"And if you see any place worth stopping at for the night, let me know. The specimens are worse than deer when it comes to getting in the way of a moving car. Absolutely zero sense of self-preservation. Very strange..."
So he drove. He couldn't take the highways, but they found enough back roads to get by. It took a while and a few stops for fuel, but they were making progress. "See that?" he indicated a "Welcome to New Hampshire!" sign that stood by the side of the road they were on. This part of the highway was deserted- because it was New Hampshire. He'd have to get off soon anyway, but it was nice having a mostly open road for once. "We've made it plenty far without dragging other people along with us. Of course, this is assuming the end will be worth it. You're absolutely sure about this place? I don't want to go to New York and be killed by a tourist with an appetite for my skin, or worse, by another psychotic survivor who will also eat my skin."
He shook his head, muttering insults under his breath. His backpack and satchel were both sitting in the back seat now, easing the burden on his shoulders.
"And if you see any place worth stopping at for the night, let me know. The specimens are worse than deer when it comes to getting in the way of a moving car. Absolutely zero sense of self-preservation. Very strange..."