On the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed.
May 05, 2094
Wednesday, 0700 hours
The Road East of Pantanto Station
Clear and Cool.
It's the day after the battle of Pantano Station. Some repairs have been made, weapons reloaded, wounds bound or healed by the powers of the divine. The townsfolk are happy to be free of the gang, but they make it clear that the horde of muties aren't welcome to stay. Mostly because there isn't enough food to spare for them, and truth to tell the townsfolk felt guilty about not helping them out when they had the chance. Perhaps in the future there would be some reconciliation, but for now the wounds and guilt were too fresh. After they made it to the ruins of Chance City and settled there, the muties might be back to trade, as Pantano Station would be their closest neighbors.
Three groups stood at the on-ramp to I-10, at the interchange. One consisted of the crew of the rig and chase vehicle, another were the wandering defenders and the last the muties and their shepherd. It was time for the Road Warriors to head back east to Las Cruces and then St. Louis.
The muties were ready to continue walking east, as they'd been doing since Tucson. But they had helped them defeat the gang that had preyed on other travelers, and their destination was on the way. It would be natural to give them a lift.
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