Fifty five hundred seventy eight, fifty five hundred seventy nine, fifty five hundred eighty... oh, it finally goes down! Just a bit more and I'll see where am I... I hope.
Keep going forward until I can stand under the cloud layer. Note surroundings.
You continue forward; but as you go you begin to hear something. A sort of distant clacking and low groaning noise. Something like a slow rockslide combined with whale song. You eventually reach a point where the clouds are high enough for you to stand while just ducking slightly. The road continues, down the side of the mountain and across several more bridges that you can see, out into what looks like a plain of very odd looking hills. You squint and then realize that the hills are in fact enormous faces, an expanse of albino heads packed closely together. They're moving, slowly, their eyes opening and closing, mouths working, teeth the size of boulders grinding and gnashing. They seem to be talking, or maybe screaming? Their voices are so low that you can barely hear them, but you feel the vibrations through your feet. There is a tremendous smell of BO and acidity in the air. The sky is the same yellowish haze as before but there are things in it. Eyes, each of which must be miles wide, drift slowly through the clouds, looking down on the screaming heads. As you stand there, looking for where the road is among the heads, something parts the clouds and descends from the sky several miles away. An arm, a human looking arm, with a fist the size of one of the giant heads, emerges from the sky. It holds in place for a moment before punching downward into the heads. It slams into one of them and the head bursts like an overripe grape, spraying red blood up in a slow fountain. A few seconds later, the sound and shockwave of the hit reaches you and knocks you backwards, off your feet.
Pack all the food and whatever water we have left into one container for each, if I can. Grab my plant.
You get the stuff packed up as best you can. Having one arm doesn't make it terribly easy, but you make due.
Sneak up closer to the white things, observe them.
You sneak a little closer, hard to do considering your yellowish fur stands out really well against the gray stone and green plants. The white things appear to be beings wearing white clothing; their shapes and sizes are quite varied. However, there are others among those varied shapes that seem uniform; perhaps hellborn? They look like a race of lupine creatures, vaguely similar to yourself but quite tall.
Have a cigarette away from any flammable substances like gasoline.
I'll remind you that you're in an area where it is lightly raining a flammable substance.
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