Zone E -- Highlands

[Strazio Rockwell]

While it was true that the wounded tended to follow the path of least resistance Strazio was forced up several steep hills and crags. A sort of determined numbness seized his body, sure his wounds hurt but the desire to not have his head exploded took precedence to pain. The strap on his backpack broke and he opted to drag the damaged bag along the ground rather than struggle with shouldering both it and his friend’s rifle. His cloak sat tied to a rock fluttering hundreds of feet behind him. Though he would have prefered to keep it, the burns across his shoulders made wearing it quite painful. Rough country coupled with exhaustion forced him to stop and catch his breath every now and again. He cursed his weakness.

Dragging his pack across the rocks had turned it, well, a drag and he stopped to lighten his load. He stuffed the last bit of rations into his pockets and took inventory of what remained in the pack. The flashlight was cracked from being drug and he tossed that aside. He wasn't sure what a “Syntech Selfiestick” was but it looked like a baton of some sort so he kept it. What was left in the waterskin quenched his thirst and pocketed the shriveled bag. The screen on his tablet was cracked, but it still functioned well enough. Finally the flint and steel went into his pockets and he discarded the tattered bag.

The Defender of Darkshire trudged forth once again, his collar beeping every half hour reminding him of what was at stake. After an hour or so of walking he caught sight of civilization. A small warehouse style building peeked out from a bed of rocks. The prospect of safety reinvigorated him and he broke back into a jog.

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