MC POV - Interactive Story - 20
Added 2025-12-04 19:53:20 +0000 UTCYou turn off at the next exit, guiding the Ford F-150 onto a narrow two-lane road that runs parallel to the interstate. The blacktop is cracked in places, and weeds press up along the shoulders. The highway traffic fades behind you.
Jessica glances at the map on her phone, her brow furrowed as she checks for any sign of roadblocks ahead. Ryan slumps in the back seat, still glued to his phone. No one speaks for a while.
You drive slowly around a bend in the back road, headlights sweeping over piles of wreckage stacked across the asphalt. A makeshift roadblock stretches from ditch to ditch, built from abandoned cars, broken furniture, and snapped tree limbs. Orange hazard cones lean against rusted bumpers, and a cracked folding table sits beside an old cooler, both half-buried in leaves.
You spot a battered “STOP” sign propped up with cinderblocks, painted over with warnings in red spray paint. The words are hard to read from here. Scattered clothing, empty water bottles, and a ripped child’s backpack litter the ground near the barricade.
Jessica leans forward, scanning the treeline. "This looks recent. Someone could be watching."
The roadblock blocks the main way forward. It is hard to determine whether it was intended to keep the infected out or keep people in.
