Zone D -- The Foam

[Strazio Rockwell]

Feeling leagues better since his outburst Strazio filled his waterskin in the nearby river. After he drank his fill the prime sat alongside the river and soaked his swollen hand in the water. The cool water offered temporary relief to the boy’s ravaged hand. With his free hand he rubbed the growing knot on his head. The rock had hit him hard enough to break the skin, but not hard enough to do any kind of lasting damage. All-in-all Strazio counted himself lucky, asides from a few scrapes and bruises he ended up alright. Not that it wasn’t frustrating, and although he was in a state of near-perpetual anger the culmination of every scrape, cut, bruise, and burn pissed him off.

He wanted another fight, something to help release some aggression.

Strazio checked his Syntech tablet. Asides from a cracked screen and a scuffed up case the tablet functioned fine. He was near the border of two zones, one described as the “megacity” and the other as “the foam”. There were few item drops left on the map and they seemed to disappear with every passing second. He still needed to visit a safehouse yet and the thought of trekking back over the mountains made his feet hurt.

After a few minutes of deliberation the prime stood and muttered to himself, “well, time to quit burning daylight.”

He followed the river south. Partly because he had no interest in the megacity and partly because it was the path of least resistance. He had thrown away his cloak, forsaking the tattered garb and throwing his flesh before the mercy of the sun. Demetri’s rifle hung lazily across his back, the barrel angled at the sky. Asides from a few bright red hives his hand had recovered from the insects’ venom quite nicely. But despite the easy path and his speedy recover the Avatar of Anger marched with a wicked scowl. You’d do well to pity anyone that met his gaze.

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