[stonetooth]

as usual, I barely ever keep my promises. But today, chapter two comes.

Chapter Two: Let the good times roll...
I've been driving on the main road in the general direction of New York, stopping on the rare occasion to loot some things from the random gas station or fast food joint. I haven't seen anything besides wandering animals sense my encounter with those goons that used to own this car, so the ride is going smooth. Well, shit, no more than a mile ahead of me I see a town, one that looks like it may have a dozen or so survivors there. I pull into town, which is really just ten or so ruined houses, a gas stop, and what looks like it used to (and still may be) a police office.
So I park and lock my car, and head to the nearest gathering of dirt-covered people. As I walk up the people look somewhat startled by the appearance of another surviving human that isn't trying to kill them. They've set up a make shift bar area, basically a few tables and chairs. They are all decently armed, ranging from silenced pistols to combat shotguns. I pull up a seat and sit down and say a awkward, "Hey. Mind getting me a cold beer?"
I get a reply from a voice behind some sort of bar. "A COLD beer? I think not. Maybe one or two of them' fuckers here, and we sure as hell aren't giving one to some random drifter." the voice, which I identified as a man, said.
"Fair enough. Just gimme' a fucking beer then." I replied while I leaned back in my chair. "So, what the hell is this place?" I asked when the guy brought me my beer.
"No place special, probably used to be a pit stop. I'm surprised we haven't gotten over run yet." he said nonchalantly whilst he grabbed himself a mug.
"By what?" I questioned him.
"What tha' fuck do you think? Raiders, bandits, roving military bands claiming they are trying to impart civil law. A few of those fuckers came here awhile back, you can see their bodies by the gas station." He said after taking a gulp of beer.
"Well, any place I can rest for a night? Normally I don't fuck around with strangers, buy hey, if I can get a decent bed, might as fuckin' well, you know?" I said with a bit of laughter.
"Yeah, yeah sure. You can probably get a bed over in the Police Office." he said with a chuckle.
"You shitheads better not try to steal my stuff.." I said as I walked off. Not a bad place, I thought in my head while I wandered off to the Office....Not bad at all..
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Yes, this one was a bit or so shorter, not to big of a chapter.