You are on a road. The fence-line, which had cleanly separated woodland from field, ends in a wide open gate. Dozens of faded signs border the road. Sandbags, once a barrier, have been cut open and spilled. Only one tent out of many remains pitched, and out of all the abandoned vehicles, only one appears serviceable.
Above the gate is a sign outlining a list of instructions and advisories. Spraypainted across the sign are the words:
- Road flooded.
- Dead trapped in forest, neither crossing the river nor returning north.
- All forever migrate south.
- The jeep looks in good shape. There is barely any rust, nothing is missing, the tires are inflated—nothing at all is broken, as far as you can tell. Sitting inside is a corpse. A man dressed in military uniform, who appears to have died only just recently. The blood partially flattens his ruffled black hair, making it look wet. There is a small bullet hole at his left temple. He is slumped.
Possible actions:
- Open the jeep door
Inventory:
- You carry only a whistle, 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. Overtop it all you wear a yellow rain jacket. Perched atop your head is a crumpled paper party hat.
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