Lorgh Walk (Foulkes Village)

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Lorgh Walk

Foulkes Village [3, 85]

Crew Avenue Police Department the Boon Museum a factory
Vigar Walk Lorgh Walk Punnett Cinema
Threadgould Road the Dudoc Hotel the Feaver Monument

Basic Info:

  • A Street is a city block containing no buildings or monuments. There are a variety of other names besides Street including Alley, Avenue, Boulevard, Drive, Grove, Lane, Row, Square, Walk, Place, etc.
  • This is an empty block, and cannot be barricaded.

Lorgh Walk (Foulkes Village)

Description

A tree-lined promenade, connecting the Boon Museum to the grandiose 8-star Dudoc Hotel.

Lorgh Walk in the 1890s.

History

Lorgh Walk was named after the ninth-century Viking invader, Lorgh Redclaw, who single-handedly terrorised the local Anglo-Saxon yokels for two decades from his den outside the village.

Having quenched his thirst for ransacking, he converted to Christianity, married buxom wench Egfrida Egfroth, of whom Chaucer wrote the lines, She wha hath an ampell bosome, lyke unto an cowe's udder on eche syde, can tame e'en the fiercest breaste of ye manne, and settled down to a life of brewing and log-chopping.

Lorgh Walk is thought to have been the 'lovers' lane' for the Anglo-Saxon-Viking couple, whose blond and blue-eyed offspring repopulated the village after Lorgh's murderous depredations.

Many Foulkesians suspect that the bloodthirsty Lorgh was a proto-zombie, and believe a mutation of his genes through unwitting inbreeding among his descendants may be somehow connected to the outbreak in Malton. The similarity of his name to zombies' groans lends some credence to this view, as did the discovery of a collection of skulls found under Lorgh Walk during its 19th century re-cobbling. CSI examination of the skulls in 2004 indicated that the cranial cavities had been neatly split open and the brains scraped out, rather like soft-boiled eggs.

Since the outbreak, zombies in a nostalgic mood can be seen strolling unsteadily along Lorgh Walk, holding hands, and refusing to give them back to their owners.