It wasn't until Kat sat down that Rain first reacted and only then by bundling herself up tighter, in the process maybe unconsciously shying away from the new presence. Rain didn't want to talk, she didn't want to listen, she didn't want anything or to be stuck out here with the caravan in the middle of nowhere. But there was nowhere to go so she just stayed there depressed, lonely, angry and alone. Well, not alone at least.
She was transfixed by the sight of these strangers and all the horrible things they reminded her about the world. Good people came into it just trying to take care of each other but at any moment that could be stripped away from them in a heartbeat. The world was full of wolves just waiting to creep up on that little circle of firelight and devour everything that was good and wholesome. And Rain... all Rain could do was sit and watch, powerless. It made her feel so weary just looking at them...
Rain didn't even notice the tears until they welled up in her eyes and she had to brush them away. She felt like it was necessary to say something to Kat at this point. "Hey Kat, uh, thanks for coming after me, here."
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((Not gonna wait for this conversation to end to post the start of the next adventure. We can run parallel timelines! We're basically timelords people!))
Morning comes and with it a slightly sunnier daybreak. Having previously dampened the caravan the weather now decides to chill them. The temperature drops unexpectedly and a harsh wind blows. The wind chill bites harder then the cold and nothing is left to do but try and shield your face from the sting. At least the rain stays light and acid free.
The caravan continues south and hills give way to the foothills of mountains as the rain finally mercifully stops, leaving just the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the crags. It's an unnerving sound to the newcomers but to the caravan regulars it's a welcome noise, they're homeward bound.
The travels continue until the caravan comes to the small town of Lockhart hidden away in the Appalacian mountains. The caravan draws up to a fortified wall that bristles with rifles, crossbows, even a catapult. A voice calls out, greeting the caravan master as "Billy!" but the guns stay trained until the caravan master gives the pass phrase "A wonderful bird is the pelican." The caravan is let in for the night.
As the caravan makes camp in Lockhart, the caravan master approaches his fellow travelers. "In the morning, we part ways, friends. Head west of here and you'll find the road to Three Corners. I'm taking the caravan on a short trip south and then coming back here. We will return in four days and leave again in the morning. If you make it back we can press onwards to New Langley together. Miss the deadline... and my heart bleeds for you."
Come morning the mutants directions prove to be reliable. The group heads west from Lockhart and quickly comes across a small backroad with a roadsign. The original paint is long since worn away but somebody has spray painted new directions on it "<- Three Corners." The small country road gives way to the remains of a paved single lane highway which has more road signs. The road broadens again into a two lane highway but Troy brings the group to a stop. Up ahead he sees other people. The binoculars come out for a better look at the group.
There seem to be eight of them, they all look to be human. They are dressed in a variety of tattered drab clothing that looks pretty commonplace to you. You spot a few guns among them and some of them appear to be carrying road signs, fashioned into some sort of shield. It seems that they are still unawares. They are about 200 yards away, on the two lane highway in front of you.
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