A band of wastlanders

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"How far away is it? Some manner of logistics would be nice. In case you didn't notice, we have several dozen people we need to take care of. Some of them are injured, and we don't have that many supplies."
 
"Not far about 2 hours away but I know the location of a small bunker full of medicine, water and food it is just ten minuets away."
 
"Well let's get moving. Lead the way, old man."
Wyatt turns to what remains of the townspeople.
"Alright, people, we're leaving. We'll be heading to the nearest safe place, which should take us about an hour or two. We'll be making a stop in about 10 minutes though, to get some supplies. If any of you are reluctant to leave, let me assure you that once we get you all to safety and we sort out this Mutant Cult, we'll be going back to see if there's anything left. At the very least it'll give you a sense of closure."
Wyatt turns to follow Frank. The townspeople begin to move as well.
 
When they get to the small bunker the door is open and every thing taken apart from a small hand held radio and some scraps of food.
 
Jared looked around the bunker. "Luckily they need the stuff thats still here. We should feed the children first. I think I could skip a meal or two."
 
"Fine. Let's hand out this food."
Wyatt and Jared hand out the food to the youngest in the group. Wyatt then turns to Frank.
"We're done here, lets get moving. Lead the way."
 
"Why do you know my name?Is it because you are evil mind reading fairies sent by the devil? Or mole men sent by the the rat king to steal my spork collection?"The man shouted in anger. "That's mad-dog Paul.you guys stay here and I will talk to him he hardly trusts anyone not even himself.He once actually belived he was an alien sent down to steal the sky.
 
"Paul it's frank!"Frank said as he slowly got up! "Ok then co... Noooo you idiot he cauld be a mimic!thank you for telling me that Paul.dont worry about it Paul."he rambled to himself. "Love is a made up so is luck , life and books."frank said "The password you frank.See Paul you always be wrong and correct."Paul then got up and said "come on then let's go to nether land on a golden road or where you go.NOW."
 
"Ok then lets head out.The place is called root wood."Frank says.The town is in the middle of the desert with nothing around it.Most of the houses are made from random junk and looks makeshift.The town looks empty.
 
Wyatt looks at the town. It seemed to be a ghost town, but you could never be too sure. He whispers to Frank. "I'm guessing this place isn't abandoned, at least not totally. I'll leave the decision of what to do next up to you, considering none of us are as familiar with the area as you are".
 
As frank looks around he sees a man in a window with a gun as he looks around he sees more armed people hidden away.Then he notices a man in a brown suit and a top hat walked out."What's your buissness around here?"The man asks.
 
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