Lenny was not lying, as the words to describe its absence had not registered in their shared vocab. It would learn soon enough, though must stay vigil. It remained stationed by the bunk beds, and watched as the undead assault, trickle into the room. And though unintended, delivered much-needed supplies to this intoxicated vessel stumbling [More]
An old laundromat turned base, that’s what this place has become. Two stories of often times disputed territory. He suspected it was once a busy establishment back in the day, before all this zone nonsense became a thing. On good days, this is a safe place to be, especially with companions around. Not so now, [More]
He was exhausted when he crashed through the door and into the deserted Laundromat. So focused on his return, he did not notice his companion apparition, was nowhere to be seen, “Lenny?” No response, just the empty room. “All by myself again,” he hummed, just before the sadness overwhelmed him. “This time I will die [More]
The initial idea was to starve himself to death right here inside the hideout, thought it pointless to even attempt to scavenge the city. He knew of only one trader in this area and judging by the mob activity below, was confident that traders’ location, was overrun with every unfriendly incarnation imaginable. Not to mention [More]
I can hear them wandering about in the rain, canvassing the property. Unfortunately for them, it’s way beyond the midnight hour, rendering visibility throughout the zone varying shades of darkness, making their immediate task, that more difficult. I should be fine here, tucked away in this stall and safely hidden from view. Still, far too [More]
