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[Parsely]

Pufferfish & Gotdamnmiracle
The din utters one last howl before disappearing along with the last of the sunlight. Silence seeps into the room like a stubborn winter fog. Linden rises from the crate of fruit, its contents long removed. "Let's beat it." You step quietly into the grey interior of the store and around the dusty, chipped counter and past the sole wooden shelf, rotting from age and exposure. The front door is somehow still on its hinges, and you push through it and walk out into the street. Buildings crumble along either side of the thoroughfare. Spores cloud the air, thickening it, seeking something to corrupt. You can see no more than a few metres in front of you, and at the same time sound carries quite well. It is dusk. The street leads north and south. To the north you can see another intersection and a few low, unmoving shadows. To the south you can see nothing through the clouds. Linden admits he was in a hurry to get you out of the open and doesn't know this area well, though he seems to remember passing some sort of wreckage to the south. He doesn't know if its worth checking out, but he does recall that it seemed 'different'. You have enough food for two days.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"South I think. Let's go that way."

[Parsely]

If you ever disagree on something, feel free to argue until its resolved.

[Gentlefish]

"If there's a wreckage there, I'm fine going. There could be some good stuff there." Allora says as she fiddles with her switchblade.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Yeah. I think I saw some but I don't remember what of."

Linden continues down the street at an easy pace.

[Parsely]

Pufferfish & Gotdamnmiracle
You walk a ways before coming upon a large hulking metal object. It looks to be an old rail trolley. You find its windows to be intact and the doors tightly shut. Peering through the foggy windows, you think you can spy something inside, perhaps luggage. The street is otherwise empty, and very quiet.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"I think-" Stepping on up to a piece of torn bent metal "I think I can get those bags. Hold on." Linden climbs over some strewn metal and frayed wires , trying not to tear anything on a loose piece of machinery before coming to the bags. "Here, they don't feel to heavy, lemme see what's inside. I'll toss the bag to you when I take out the stuff we don't need."

[Parsely]

Gotdamnmiracle
You try to enter the trolley, but the windows are solid and the doors open from the inside. You'll have to force it open somehow, or break the glass.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

Gotdamnmiracle
You try to enter the trolley, but the windows are solid and the doors open from the inside. You'll have to force it open somehow, or break the glass.

(Guess I didn't know how wrecked it was.)

[Parsely]

(Guess I didn't know how wrecked it was.)

Indeed.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Wait-wait, hold on. I can't get to them from here. Do you see anything I can pry this here open with. I think I saw some rebar a ways back."

[Parsely]

Gotdamnmiracle
You turn away from the doors and scour the immediate area for something sturdy with which to pry them open. You find nothing, and you don't remember passing anything that would have served the same purpose.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Hm. Well it looks like we will have to leave this be for now. I can't get this open until we find something to pry it with."

Linden then hops off of the trolley and continues along.

[Gentlefish]

((Wow I leave for a couple hours and you're all exploding with motions!))

"Hey, can't you use your (large, heavy weapon) to break the glass? I mean, it's just glass, maybe wrap your hands in cloth or something, or..."

Allora looks around for a large piece of cloth to wrap her fist in, something to protect her from the glass shattering.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

((Wow I leave for a couple hours and you're all exploding with motions!))

"Hey, can't you use your (large, heavy weapon) to break the glass? I mean, it's just glass, maybe wrap your hands in cloth or something, or..."

Allora looks around for a large piece of cloth to wrap her fist in, something to protect her from the glass shattering.

"Well I have this steel pipe. Hold on." Linden bangs it against the glass.