Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 16:38:59 GMT -5
note: area marked in red denotes areas cleared by Belle Isle survivors
"Alright, let's get these gaps filled in and get back across the barricades, everyone," Ian said as he and a group of survivors finished working on makeshift chain-fence barricades just to the northwest of where Jefferson Avenue and Grand Boulevard crossed paths; the chain fencing wasn't meant to be permanent, it was only meant to be a line of demarcation so that, come winter - when most all of the walkers still inside the Motor City were effectively frozen stiff - they could work on permanent barricades, barricades that they moved outward every year.
It was hard work but necessary if they ever wanted to try and reclaim the Motor City as a place for humans and not walkers...it also gave Ian a chance to watch how people worked together, since being this far away from the safety of Belle Isle could be risky to one's health...and not just from walkers; there were still, three-plus years after the Great Panic, armed brigands that liked to roam around - especially, he mused, from areas like Dearborn, Hamtramck and across the 8-Mile Road - and he knew that as they expanded the boundaries of Belle Isle's territory, they would encounter more humans instead of walkers.
"Ian, call for you from across the river," one of his fellow survivors called out; walking over, he picked up the radiophone and answered, smiling as he heard Sarah's lovely voice over the line; after a few minutes of back-and-forth between them, he set the radiophone down, still smiling. "You alright, boss?" someone asked.
"Yeah, I'm alright," Ian replied. "Listen, I'm heading back across the bridge; as soon as you get that fencing up, you guys head across as well, alright?"