You are on a wall. Sunken in places but nonetheless continuous, the wall stretches east and west endlessly. To north is city, and south, cornfield.
- To the north, the city, broken-up and blackened, no longer offers its time. A gap or another, parting rows of buildings here and there, lets you see unrecognizable streets. Directly across from where you stand is a motel, collapsed inwardly. You suppose it served as a way up the wall, though going back doesn't seem right.
To the south, unmaintained cornfield yellow and green stretches for as far as can be seen. Country roads cut grids in the fields, with a water tower sprouting up near, a deep woodland further, and a gas station farthest.
Along the wall, made of concrete and protruding rebar, barbed wire is laced; your feet, charred-looking with thin slices of red, are caught in it.
Possible actions:
- Find a way down
Inventory:
- You carry only a bent knife and a smashed radio. It has been a long ride. Your blue jeans are shredded; the T-shirt, stretched 2 sizes larger, is more red than white, and your shoes are unaccounted for. You wear a crumpled paper party hat.
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