You are on a street blocked by a 10ft wall made of steel and concrete. There is no obvious entranceway. A proliferation of signs state in a dozen ways that the way past is restricted.
A particularly large sign reads:
- THIS WALL FOR YOUR SAFETY.
- DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CLIMB. DO NOT LOITER. DO NOT TAKE PICTURES.
- NON-AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL WILL BE REMOVED.
- RESTRICTED PERSONNEL ONLY.
- You exit the small building, re-entering the deserted street. You stare at the wall, impenetrable, impassable, opaque—hiding preserved pre-history within. There must be lots of blood.
You turn the other way. You came all this way for nothing, just to look, see, and note the leftovers—never do and never affect. What you missed when you were out cold; what you forgot or never did. Never did or made to forget. What is here for you to pick at? Why don't you give it a go?
Possible actions:
- Search the area
Inventory:
- You carry only 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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