Zone E -- Highlands

[Tearen Wover]

As Tearen and Strazio moved north, the sky had turned a solid violet color as the last rays of sun struggled to stretch above the horizon. Despite the fact that Tearen could track the movements of every single Prime on the island, the encroaching darkness still conjured the latent chords of fight or flight embedded in his human brain. When he had still lived in his eldritch body, such survival instincts as these simply did not exist. So, now that he had the capacity to feel them again, they felt quite strong indeed. Anticipation grew as they neared each lonely building on the highway. Whispering phantasms of dangerous possibility lurked in the ubiquitous trees that encroached on the cracked pavement.

Strazio noticed that his teammate seemed a little more jumpy, but made no comment. He had come to understand that Tearen was full of puzzling idiosyncrasies, but when it came down to it, the elder Prime would deliver. At least, that's what his recorded fights indicated.

Tearen himself was staying occupied by trying to notice all the little details Karl had missed when creating the island. The most glaring thing was that there were absolutely no road signs. Traffic lights? Yes. Billboards? Yes. But for th life of him, Tearen would not have been able to tell anyone the name of the road they were on.

The few convenience stores that they raided had no receipts in the ledgers, no pay stubs in the management offices, or any indication that anyone had used any of these facilities ever. Strazio wasn't sure why Tearen was always peering into the cash registers and gently sniffing the air in the restrooms, but again, he let it go.

They continued north, and the lights of Megacity One came into view over the crest of the next hill. Even from their remote position, Tearen could feel memories of pain and blood carried on the wind...

Tearen and Strazio moved from E11 to E9