The Road to Hell

For the sake of a woman...

The corpse that Project 32 had pulled up out of the water was infested! As Lee investigated the corpse’s belongings, small fish, a couple inches long with sharp spines, leapt out of the corpse, propelling themselves towards the flesh of those members of the posse who were nearby. There were only half a dozen of the tiny creatures strong enough to hurl themselves through the air to try to drill into flesh, and only Jack managed to get one of them well and truly stuck in him before they could all be pulled off and either destroyed or thrown back into the river. Jack seemed just as upset about the slash Red gave him trying to get one off of him as he did the fact one of the little fish embedded itself in him and took nearly an hour of surgery to get back out. Perhaps they should have just all been happy they weren’t in the water at the time, considering what regular candiru are known to do (these were clearly the mutated variety)…

While Jack was cutting the stubborn little fish out of himself, Emily patrolled around the bridge. She found tracks of men and vehicles on the far side of the bridge, as well as some blood and the wreckage of a gun, but no shell casings. She also found the hint of a blood trail leading away from the middle of the bridge where the posse had originally found shell casings. She tracked it back to the woods near the road, and then 32 stepped forward and started tracking off into the woods. The posse found their quarry several hours later – a badly wounded man in hunter’s camouflage who introduced himself as Clayton Harker.

It was clear to those in the posse with medical skills that Harker’s chances of survival were not high – they would need to move him somewhere warm, and do something to treat the infection, and even then his odds were low. As they prepared to move him, Emily spoke with Clayton and tried to get out of him what had happened… Apparently, he was from a nearby community called Bluebird Hill, and had set out with a pair of companions to seek out some of their kin who had been kidnapped by muties during the night. They had been traveling to Shreveport when they came across some “military types”, whom a companion Clayton Harker described as “the Texan” started shooting at – the military types returned fire, Clayton was wounded and fled, the Texan was dead, and his third companion, a doctor, nowhere to be seen. More than anything, Clayton seemed desperate to find his fiancée, Mina. He spoke of her even as the painkillers he’d been given took hold, as the posse found a nearby abandoned church and holed up there for the night.

The night passed uneasily. Project 32 had performed some sort of ritual cleansing that involved cutting himself and bleeding in front of the cross in the old church, and Harker’s delirium inspired him to ramble incoherently and occasionally mistake nearby people for his fiancée. Sometime during the early morning, Clayton Harker fell quiet, and his death was confirmed. In the morning, the posse dug a shallow grave for him in the churchyard, and then resolved to go forward to Shreveport to find Harker’s fiancée.

The trek to Shreveport took most of the day, and by the time they neared the storm wall it was only an hour or two before dusk. They posse took some time to sort themselves out and redistribute the weight of their gear – undoubtedly also taking any excuse to delay their passage through the ghost storm. Finally, with the sun sinking low on the horizon, they stepped forward into the screaming maelstrom and took their first steps into the ruins of Shreveport proper…

Comments

Another day, another innocent person dies in my hands….Then score is too uneven, needs to be corrected. I must find these people who killed this man, find them, kill them, make them pay…..through death they will find redemption, through death I can find peace. These companions of mine, they seem uneasy, unwilling to listen to reason. Emily is an interesting person, can’t really tell what she wants in this situation, but I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. For now though, once again, I have to walk through the valley of shadow and death, and add to its population….. daddy’s home.

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If Red can’t handle a knife he has no need to be carring so many of them. Stupid dead guy, stupid parisites. So if I didn’t think that it would strain our proffectional relation I would ask 32 about that but, Ick. I just want to get the hell out of this rad infected hell hole and go anywhere else. However slowing down to help a dead guy and the look from 32 that if I did anything to the church he would gut me, is not helping. and now there is something about a fiance eh don’t know don’t really care just trying to survive. and I need to get out of this rad soon getting the shakes.

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