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.
- You have looked everywhere, and found everything inside the tent. Stepping outside, you look to the sky. The clouds are dense and grey; a weak globe of brightness marks the position of the sun. You could stand still, waiting for the sun to move. You face toward the border. If the sun sets to the left, north is north; but setting to the right, you look south.
The sun does not seem willing to move, although you have only been paused a minute. All the signs still point south.
Possible actions:
- Look down the road south
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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