OOC: Dear players, please use your mutations whenever possible .
Four, long, streamlined semi-trucks and a smaller, shorter slatted one traveled cautiously north along what used to be a two-lane road, bordered by overgrown trees, still green but soon on their way to changing. The hot, mid-afternoon sun beat down on the faded old-world asphalt. What used to be an alternate north/south federal highway before the bombs had been dropped had surprisingly minor damage...all things considered. The road was split in places with deep but small zig-zagging fissures, littered with rocks and boulders and shards of the road itself, and a few skeletal, rusting vehicles from the past that had been unlucky enough to be in the wrong place.
But the black truck in the lead had been equipped in the long-ago past with a V-shaped, metal addition that proved useful for pushing things out of the way...like old cars. Conner had informed them that it had once been called a “cowcatcher,” which had somewhat disturbed Nemo at the time.
“Futuristic-looking” and from the more advanced human past, the vehicles had left Quinwood to the south about three days ago. The journey north was slow but the trucks were at least moving. They rode closer together than what would normally have been safe, but in this world nothing was really “safe” anymore. Although obvious...as it was hard to miss five long, solid colored trucks where no other vehicles traveled...the semi-trucks were well armored with some sort of protective material that no one could identify.
The slight dents from bullets had proven that useful fact several months ago in a skirmish in which the group had been the victors.
Everyone was heavily armed in some way, prepared to shoot first and ask questions later...or not ask at all...if it appeared they were under attack while driving. Rarely did they stop for anyone, preferring to disable hostile vehicles if their lives were not in immediate danger.
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Ishmael and Sophie rode in the black command truck, first in line for defense and danger, as well as breaking a path if necessary. Ishmael was taking his turn driving, as Sophie's skills at the wheel were still in a work in progress.
Behind the lead truck, two of the guards manned the cab of the red medical truck, one driving and the other on watch duty. Isabella was inside the trailer not liking to be too far away from her advanced medlab.
Third in line was the blue truck driven and guarded by the other two guards. Inside the sleeping truck Conner and Joseph entertained themselves and kept Amet company.
As protected as possible the livestock truck was fourth in line, driven by Nemo. He was, as usual, being careful of the animals he transported. Myka rode on guard duty. The truck itself was somewhat shorter in height than the other four as it wasn't as high off the ground but still tall enough inside for the animals.
Bringing up the rear was a green truck, carrying the group's food and supplies, with Razor at the wheel. He had to do double duty at scanning the area around him.
Edited by Nikki Peppermint, 09 August 2014 - 11:07 AM.