Zombie Exodus: Aftermath, scene 40
Added 2023-01-05 18:31:17 +0000 UTC“Let’s go to the Loco place. I don’t want to deal with a bunch of religious people right now, and camping in the woods sounds like a terrible idea.”
Your companions agree though it’s more surrendering than acceptance. Jesse drives along the road, taking directions from Steven. A few hand-painted signs point to Loco X. Turning off the main road, you roll along a paved one, and dissonant music hits your ears. You see shining lights, neon signs, and a tall banner reading: “We are not your shelter. We are your Purgatory.” Jesse slows the car to a crawl. You see an unfinished building left as a skeletal form of steel beams and wooden floors with slot machines and gaming tables spread throughout. Cages hang from rafters and hold scantily clad dancers. Gunfire sounds out, adding to the noise pollution. Across the central path sits a tavern, The Long Night-- the outside decorated in symbols of blasphemy to the old religions.
When you finally reach Loco X, you see no walls keeping the dead out nor guards with rifles watching from artificial towers. A thirty-foot-wide trench has been dug into the ground so deep you cannot see the bottom. Its depths are also obscured by the piles of diseased corpses lying en masse. Long sharpened stakes poke up and impale any dead that wander and fall. It’s a disease-ridden moat around a castle of debauchery.
“Where the hell are we?” asks Jesse, her voice low like she needs to whisper.
Steven chuckles. “It’s the end of the line. Look, if nothing else happens, I want to find someone who can embalm Serena. I still want to bury her in the farming community.”
Cameron sits up, a cover of sweat on his forehead. “Any chance we can get a doctor to look at my arm?”
“If we tell anyone you’re sick, they may not let us in,” Jesse says.
Portland wipes his forehead with a cloth. “Why wouldn’t they? This place doesn’t seem the kind of place that would turn away anyone.”
A wooden drawbridge stands up as the final impediment to entering the city. An older man sits on a high beach chair with an umbrella protecting him from the sun. “What business do you have here?”
You stand in the back of the Jeep and raise your voice to shout to the older man.
