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"All right. Apologiesss accepted."

The group stocked up on munitions and equipment, and loaded up and fueled a large APC (Armored Personnel Carrier). They roared the ancient but serviceable beast to life, and left the ruins of Haven Zone 2 (now Toxic Zone 10, as Biohazard had made and christened it) behind.


(Feel free to chat/RP on the trip. I'll set up the next destination tonight.)

Raleigh was mourning the loss of several of his knives. He had found a bunch more in the weapon store, but it wasn't quite the same.

Raleigh nodded. "I'd say better, to a certain extent. We're doing some good for the world."

Raleigh shrugged. "I'm not sure. Could be either, or both."

"True, unfortunately." Raleigh said, looking gloomy. "Unless it's an all Ab zone. Then we'll just be ignored."

"I don't know. I'd like to avoid fatalities in general, especially human ones." Raleigh replied.

At a faint suggestion from Kestril, the group motored Southeast. They passed through into what was formerly Nevada, back when people cared to remember anything more significant than a Zone.

The APC began running low on fuel, and so the group lucked out in finding an abandoned gas station. While the main pumps were drained dry, the diesel still had some left, allowing the large vehicle to be refueled after the pump was turned back on. A few extra cans were found and filled for precautionary reasons.

As the vehicle was being gassed up, Alex found a worn travel map in the station store, which looked to have been used as a squatter's hovel at one point. A star was drawn over what the map indicated was formerly Las Vegas, with the roughly scrawled words, "Come Here and Be Cured."