The posse had come across the town of Natchitoches in their travels, and immediately recognized it as a bit unusual. The outskirts were either overgrown with weeds and vines or scorched remnants left over from the Last War, but the downtown core was surprisingly intact – lawns were mown, buildings painted, hedges trimmed. Signs of obvious looting were apparent, but it appeared steps had been taken to repair the worst of the damage, boarding up windows and the like.
The pleasant state of things made the posse immediately nervous, of course. No good could come of it.
Which was probably what Lee was thinking when Red pointed out a camera mounted on a streetlight, which Lee immediately tried to shoot down. That seemed to attract the attention of the locals, whom the posse immediately converged upon. Some tense negotiations followed, but eventually the posse found out what the townsfolk were willing to trade for – gasoline, and only gasoline. The posse agreed they might be able to retrieve some, and were given leave to spend the night, so long as they didn’t stray out of their assigned quarters. Lee, of course, did exactly that and snuck out to peer through the windows at night to see strange mechanical devices moving about outside trimming the lawns and cutting back the wild vines that encircled the town…
The posse moved out the next morning, filled with theories about what might actually be going on in the town. They continued heading north, towards Shreveport, accidentally starting to stray further into the hot zone than they would have liked. As they were crossing a bridge south of the city, the posse spotted some spent shell casings and a corpse lying in the water… Either showing off or just wanting to be useful, Project 32 used telekinesis to lift the corpse out of the water and bring it onto the bridge. Pockets were being rifled, and then Lee noticed some small creatures squirming around inside the dead man – which then immediately sprung out towards Lee’s face.