IC- Chapter Three: Lone Wanderers

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Walking, ever walking. Gruug had taken off the goggle and put it in it's pad, not using it untill he needed to. He needed to. So he put it on, and looked back. The targeter could only just make out something, which, of course, was the caravan. So they were going to follow us.... Thought gruug. How nice. Walking, nothing but walking.
"Virgil, how much longer?" Asked Gruug.
"I'd say about 15 to 20 miles." Replied virgil.
"That'll "cough, splutter" take us all god damn night!" Said one of the Guards. He was developing the plague. Most likely be dead in a few hours. On walking.
 
Pip looked at the big mutant, suspicious, strong and not dumb, dangerous, especially in a mutant like that. Ppip shuddered when thinking about the big mutant pulling him up to face-level, and breathing his filthy breath on him. Pip wasn't too hygienic himself, but the mutant, really really smelled. Silly mutant, what was he going to do with the meds? Take off, and then? Who would ever buy stuff from him, they'd just kill him and take the stuff. Besides, he didn't care for money, he cared for the tech-stuff.

Maybe it was better to keep that little ghost-thing(as he called it) handy, just in case the mutant would get some crazy ideas.

Looking at the strange assorment of men, he started to get worried, he'd already seen one man coughing, and scratching his armpits and groin, and when he lifted his shirt, he'd seen what he was scratching. The man would either have to die before he went pneumonic, or they'd have to get there and use the cure(if it exists at all) before they were all dead. If it went pneumonic, every single one of the men would be fucked-with the exception of the mutant and the ghoul, ofcourse. And maybe him, he knew he'd been bitten by fleas in the camp, and it was very possible that those had carried this hellish thing, and infected him, but he hadn't yet noticed anything, he'd felt weaker for a day or so, but other than that...nothing. Pip shrugged, he couldn't do anything about it anyway. But those guards, there was very little chance they'd ever survive a plague attack, and one of them had already fallen ill. The other guards had noticed, and they had shunned him, he was now walking a bit further away, a bit on his own.

Virgil was also walking along, in front, leading them to the university leading them to where they needed to go. Leading them to a possible place of....of salvation, of rescue for these men.
Virgil looked ahead, looked far ahead across the planes here, empty barren wastes, he looked and he saw...he saw buildings, he saw...yes! That has to be it, the sun hadn't risen yet, it was in the middle of the night, but he saw light, he saw...he saw the former campus. Now to see what there was there.

"Men, look up ahead, that, is the sight of rescue. Still a mile or so away, but we'll get there in no time. Now just hang o-"

SUddenly, the sick guard started to cough heavily, and suddenly vomited, Virgil ran over, while the rest of the men remained at a safe distance, scared of what might happen. When Virgil arrived, he looked shocked, Pip heard him say that he had thrown up blood, a lot of it, and that he had buboes....black ones. Pip ran across, amazingly, not one of the guards besides Gruug had noticed him, they were to busy worrying....and looking.
Pip ran over, and he saw the man-in a very bad shape. Not only had he just thrown up blood, but he exhibited a number of other symptoms-he was panting heavily, unable to even go on beause of his weakness, his pants were soiled, and he looked black at a lot of places. This was bad, the man was about to die.

"Man-going dead. Must leave. Cannot go." was what Pip got out of his throat to let Virgil know that they couldn't do anything for him, not anymore.

Virgil nodded. "Men, we must leave this man, I know he was your friend....but we cannot help him anymore, he is doomed. If any one of you do not want to suffer his fate, I suggest you keep a safe distance and hurry the fuck up with getting to that cure on that campus over there. Now move!"

The men didn't say a word, surprisingly, and did exactly what Virgil said. Apparently, either all of them were scared to death of getting it, or they already had it and didn't want to die. Whatever the reason, they were moving, almost running towards what may be their last hope.
 
OCC- Since we will be running into this encounter soon, its time for a reminder.

Ok, we got to get this thing moving. Sander, I doubt anyone at the university is going to take too kindly to a caravan full of Plague, so there might be a tricky reception.

Syphon and Reaper? What's the hold up?

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In their desperation to complete their journey, the men had failed to notice that they were being watched.

Far away, through a pair of binoculars, a scout watched the small group move. This group, carrying rifles and wearing ponchos, and they moved cautiously through the rugged country to the South of the caravan.

"Benecio, what do you think?" Said the man using binoculars.

Next to him, Benecio watched in silence, using a longer telescope. "I think they are not doing so well. One of them has fallen over and is vomiting blood. I think he is dieing. By the way the others are standing, they are afraid of him. They look to be going to those buildings to the East."

"Si, I agree. But can you make out that line to the West." Said the other man, Sisco.

Benecio moved his telescope in the direction that Benecio was pointing.

It took a few moments. "I see a line of carts, pulled by bulls. A caravan I think. Also going to this town." Said Benecio.

"We should tell the Donna, no? Senora Isabella should know this."

Senora Isabella de Silva, wife of Don Pablo Rodriquez de Silva, was leading the rest of the caravan a few days to the East. Benecio and Sisco had been sent to scout to the West, while others had been sent East and North. She was worried. Don Pablo had been gone a long time now.

Sisco was the older of the two, but Benecio was the natural leader.

"I follow, you go back. The Senora must know. I will continue to watch from a distance."
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To the South, Julio had called his small group of riders to a stop. Don Pablo had ridden until he could ride no more, then they had commandeered a cart and placed him up on it. And they had ridden hard, as if the devil was behind them.

Julio looked at the remaining riders. They had lost many on the road. Many had turned back, to ambush their pursuers or to distract, to bait them away.

Julio was unsure if their ruses had worked, or the lives had been lost for nothing. The mission had been simple. To by the De Silva clan time to flee North.

But when Don Pablo had been fell by a bullet, the mission had changed. Now they had to get him back, to the family, where he could be treated.

Julio knew, by the smell, that it would be too late to save the leg.

And the Oprezki? Like phantoms, they remained invisible to the eye and yet haunted his every thoughts.
 
Syphon greeted Gabriel with a smile, clearly happy with Gabe's handywork. Gabriel looked quite relieved from getting the work done.

"Hey man, nice one!" Syphon said grinning, as he blew smoke out of the side of his mouth, and as quickly the smoke appeared it disappearded into the dark sky. Syphon wrapped his right arm around Gabriels shoulder, as he guided the hurt man back to the Cremeturim.

"That was close, huh?" Syphon said as they the two passed through the metal doors and into the building. Syphon let go of Gabriel as he sat down on a wooden chair.

Syphon resumed standing, as he packed his equipment into his backpack. He took out a joint from his pant pocket, smiling.

"This will make ya feel better!" Syphon said as he held up the makeshift cig.

"Really...?" Gabriel mumbled, holding his ribs.

"I promise!" Syphon said as he lite the joint and handed it to Gabe. Gabriel slowly put it up his lips and inhaled, only to cough seconds later.
He quickly took it out of his mouth and handed it to Syphon, as he continued to cough.

"Virgin lungs, huh? You took a man hit, though...let it kick in..." Syphon as he began to inhale, making it seem cool. Gabriel stopped coughing.

"Lets go" Syphon said, as he flung his backpack over his shoulder and helped up Gabriel. The two walked out of the building, silent...
 
Trogtown blues

Reaper was watching the town, now illuminated by the burning church. Grim walked move quietly next to her.

"Where the hell are they?" She asked.

"Patience" Grim replied.

Cerberus was sniffing at the dirt, having caught the scent of something and seemed impatient to be moving.

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What Syphon had failed to consider was that lighting up the cigerette gave away his position. If that hadn't attracted the Trogs, the smell of the marijuana did.

The Trogs, attracted to the fire, where now made curious about the unusual smell coming from the Crematorium.
 
What the fuck was that he just gave me, thought Gabriel?

His head had been swimming on and off after the crash landing in the cemetary, now the world was spinning and the assassin felt light-headed and a little sick.

"Gotta...stop." The dizziness from the fall and possibly a remnant of the head injury he'd recieved in the explosion back at the hotel, was kicking in badly and Gabriel, despite his survival instincts screaming at him to go on, wasn't sure if he could continue.

"Gabe, man. We gotta keep going. You did great but we gotta move, we gotta..." Syphon's voice trailed away as the tall man saw large shadows detach themselves from the surrounding darkness and become Trogs. Big, hungry, anxious trogs with a bit of payback on their mind. "Shit." Syphon dropped Gabriel to the ground, jarring the assassin to consciousness.

"What the..." Gabriel's reaction was similar. "Shit." Through bleary eyes, the assassin could see the blurred images of two or three trogs watching them intently. Even in his weakened state, Gabriel's vision was good enough to detect the tension in the beasts' muscles. He knew that meant they would attack any second.

Syphon had readied his rifle and was aiming at the nearest Trog. The beasts held back, sniffing the air, apparently confused. Syphon realised the grass must have warped their human scent, giving them an odd smell signature which was throwing the Trogs off. But after a second the Trogs decided that visual confirmation of their prey was good enough.

And they charged.

Syphon fired and the powerful shot had the expected effect even though he missed the head, which had been his target. The slug hammered the trog's chest and was knocked on its ass.

Gabriel fired off all the ammo in his SiG as the Trogs closed the distance. He knew he was hurting them, from the bellows of anger and pain but he also knew he wasn't doing enough damage.

The trogs were going to reach them any second and there was nothing Gabriel could do. The impotence his position made the knowledge that death was coming all the more painful. The assassin did not fear death. It was just a hazard of his profession. He might die and the only reason he would regret it would be that he had failed to complete his mission.

But he had alway expected to die standing up, facing his enemies. Fighting face to face.

Not like this.

Another thunderclap from Syphon's rifle and another Trog fell, this time for good. Its head was splattered in pieces all over the once peaceful graveyard.

Only two to go. Gabriel almost laughed.

"Gabe!" called Syphon who had twisted as he saw the last standing Trog bearing down on the floored assassin. Gabriel turned to look and saw Syphon throw a long shiny object in his dircection.

Without thinking, acting totally om instinct and letting his body take control, Gabriel snatched the sword out of the air, flicked the grip the correct way round, bunched his legs beneath him ready to spring. Then he moved, jumping up and sideways as he thrusted the blade upwards, into the chest of the charging trog.

Gabriel let go of the blade but still didn't get out of the way in time. The trog's swing missed him but the assassin was still caught by the force of the beast's momentum as its mighty shoulder canoned into his midsection. The breath blasted out of the assassin as he was thrown clear.

Syphon, having done all he could do for Gabriel, had immediately turned his attention to the injured trog he had shot first. having no time to reload his rifle, he hurried forward drawing his pistol. As he drew near, the trog sat up painfully but Syphon emptied a fifteen round magazine into the trog's surprised face. Even if it wasn't dead, Syphon decided the creature was out of play for a while.

He turned back to see Gabriel standing shakily over the skewered trog, hacking at the neck with his heavy panga. By the time Syphon reached the busy assassin, Gabriel had cut almost all the way through.

"He's finished." said Syphon quietly. "Come on. Let's go before more come." Gabriel swayed on his feet but he nodded. They both worked toegether to free the katana from the beast's massive chest, but the two men had quickly collected their gear and were moving off, hurrying toward escape and freedom from this forsaken town.
 
AFter another mile walking, the group arrived at the gates of the university. Yes, gates, that was something that Pip certainly hadn't expected, and something he had expected even less happened, a ghoul stepped forward from a house not far from the gate, the ghoul looked pretty friendly, but he still carried a pistol.

Pip looked aroun, examined what was left of the group, they had to leave two of the remaining guards behind, leaving just two extra guards, besides Pip, Gruug and the old Virgil, and those two guards didn't look to well either. He suspected that one at least would fall if they didn't get that medicine fast, very fast. One of the two guards, the weaker one, coughed up some blood and looked at, disturbed by the sight of his own life fluids in his hands and on the ground.
The one guard they had gotten to follow them first had already fallen, Jake or maybe James, was his name...or that's what Pip thought, he hadn't paid attention, he couldn't, this was more important than that.

"Hey, what are you-"were the first words coming from the guarding ghouls mouth, but when he saw the coughed up blood and the look of the two guards with them, he changed his tone, and decided to say something else."Hey, what is that. Wh-what is wrong with you? D'you have some kind of disease??"

Pip mumbled "Plague.", and shook his head. He was still feeling weird about the fact that he wasn't hurt-wasn't diseased by the plague. He had felt weak for a while, but that was gone now, maybe he'd gotten it and recovered. If he had, he imagined that some FEV infection or something like that must've helped. Maybe that could also explain his height and build. Pip shrugged, now was not the time for such thoughts.

In the mean while, the ghoul looked strangely at the small creature who had uttered the word "Plague", he hadn't seen a grown man so small in his entire life, and his life had been long, after all, he WAS a ghoul.

Seeing the other ghoul's disturbance, Virgil quickly stepped in. "Yes, these men here,"said Virgil, making a gesture towards the two sick men, "have the plague, it's bad, but at least we", Virgil indicated himself and Gruug, "cannot have it. And I think the small one there had it, but he got over it or something, there's nothing wrong with him, well, nothing involving the plague anyway."

The ghoul behind the gate shrugged, "Alright, you guys are sick, now could you explain why you went here? We don't want sick people here, I may be a ghoul, but not everyone is, and not everyone likes being around plague-infected people either."

"We-we thought that this was our only hope of finding a cure, I mean-"

"Your only hope, what do you mean. YOu've got two, probably dying, men and three who aren't affected by it. That isn't enough for me to let you in. Besides, I don't know if we have anything."

"We're not the only ones, we're just here so we can get a cure, stuff, for our caravan, they are infected, and that is much worse. But they can't get here that fast, I don't know if they're even going here right now, but we need to cure them as well. It's a large caravan, we can't let them die."

"Right, now again, why would we have this...cure for this disease here?"

"You're an old university, if you haven't traded away your med stuff, I mean, your experimental stuff, your stashed stuff, of the university hospital, and the medical department. They must've had a stash, with a cure here before the war. They couldn't risk having the entire campus here die. And-there's no reason for you to trade it, noone would've wanted those damned things, they couldn't do anything with it. Stimpaks and stuff-yeah. But not that."

"A-alright, you three can come in. But the two sick guards have to stay in, no, wait, they can stay in my little house here. They can't infect anyone there. Now, come on. I'l lead you to the hospital-and stuff. Bah."

"Wait, I have to get some stuff of them, tradeable stuff, I doubt you're going to give us everything for free." said Virgil, and then, turning to the two diseased, "Right, if you want to live, hand over your valuables. Now."

The two men obeyed, they knew what would happen if they couldn't get a cure, survival was on their minds. They handed over some simple stuff, some bottlecaps, some old drinks, a bit of alcohol, some dice. But then came the more valuable stuff, a pre-war mechanical watch, mechanical! And it was working! As well as a necklace with a heart shaped container on it, with two pictures in it. That would fetch them quite some nice stuff. And last, their weapons and ammo. In a world like this, weapons and ammo can always be traded.

Hank, they had learned the ghoul's name now, led the two diseased guards into his small house, he laid them down on the floor, on some straw in a corner, and told them to stay put.
Not that the guards could do anything else, their state had deteriorated rapidly over the past hour.

Hank then led the men towards a large building, with a red cross on it, after closing the gate again. The building was made out of red brick, and was in good shape, it must've been one of the best buildings they'd seen sofar in these wastes. IN fact, the entire surroundings looked very good, this was an entire university campus, and it had survived the war without even a scrape, or at least from what they could see. Buildings, large and small, buildings that are occupied and lived in, and buildings where-Pip couldn't believe his eyes- where people were studying, reading books, and even, an entire huge building, which was, from what Pip could see, entirely filled with books. Incredible!

Virgil was amazed as well, and decided to ask what the deal was with this place.

Hank, the ghoul, answered and explained what had happened to the University during and after the devestation of the bombs.

"This entire campus was occupied, people lived and studied here, classes were given, research done. Especially on the medical field, but then the bombs came. Surprisingly for all of us living here at that time, we were never hit by anything. We all had just heard about the nuclear horror starting out when the power went out, everywhere on the campus. Apparently, our power supply was hit, but everything was still standing. However, we didn't have the luck of being spared of radiation and FEV exposure, all of the students at that time present were all turned into ghouls by those things, each and everyone of us. I was a student here too at that time, it was horrible to see what had happened."

"You say students-but what had happened to the teachers then, the people giving classes." was what Virgil said.

"They, they had all fled into their private vault. Those treacherous bastards had built their own shelter underneath this campus, their own place to survive if this war broke loose. And they never told a single student about it. After we found out about it, they all said it was by order of the goverment, to preserve the brightest of the nation. Pheh." the ghoul spat on the ground.

"Wh-what did you do to them?"

"We dragged them out of their vault when we found out. Hah! They were all horrified when they found out that the radiation and FEV was transforming us, and them as well. Some of them were so horrified that they killed themselves, just like some of the students. Most of the others were thrown out of here, although some were allowed to stay, the ones who seemed to truly regret what they had done, who seemed to want to build this place into a good thing."

"A...good thing?"

"Yes, after we had all settled down, and realised what had happened. We decided that we couldn't let all this stuff, all this knowledge just disappear. We kept this university up, we kept it running, we preserved all of the books and gathered as many as we could. We even gave colleges, and we started up the hospital again. We also built a defense, after having encountered raiders once or twice, we found out the weapons from the shelter and musea weren't all useless. Gradually, people went here, and started to join us. Ghouls, humans, and even some mutants joined us and learned here."

Virgil realised that Hank had, indeed, not been surprised to see a mutant. Odd.

"However, most of the populace here is still ghoulish, and we don't have any mutants anymore, sadly. But, this is where you need to be for your cure. I'll leave you to it now."

The group was standing in front of the large building, in front of the hospital, with the large red cross on it. They entered...
 
OCC- Thanks for posting guys. Lets try to keep it up and we can get some momentum going. Sander, I am curious to see what you do with the University.

Incidently, there is probably a chance that Syphon, Gabriel or Talon have the plague, possibly all three.

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More gunfire coming from Trog town. Rogue and Grim both glimpsed over the banks of the stream, worried now about their colleagues.

"What the hell is going on?" Muttered Rogue. "What's taking them?'

Grim shook his head. "I thought they would be on their way by now. This can only be trouble."

"We should go back for them." Said Rogue. "I don't like this waiting."

"No, we can't. " Said Grim, his voice calm and trying to reassure when he was feeling anything but reassured. "For one thing but the time we get there, they will either have gone or have been killed, and all we'll find is more Trogs. Hell, the way those freaking things keep coming back, it might be the whole gang. Syphon and Gabriel have an escape path. If they are ok, they are running. If they are not, I doubt there is much we can do for them now."

Rogue shook her head. "You'd leave them?"

"No, not if I could help them. But I doubt we could. Not at this distance or in the time allowed." Said Grim.

"They could be dead or be about to die." Said Rogue.

"Either way, there's nothing we can do. Everybody dies kid. But you don't have to join the party." Said Grim, his voice colder.

"I would have thought at least you....."

"...Have a higher sense of self-preservation these days? Don't fool yourself. I just hate to see waste."

"So all we can do is..."

"...wait. Yeah, that's it. We give them half an hour to get here. After that we need to get moving." Said Grim.

Rogue nodded. "If we don't make miles between us, they will draw our scent when the sun comes up, and that's only a few hours. Still..."

"We wait a half hour. Then you and Talon make tracks up this creek as far as it goes. I will either go back or wait. They don't seem to like the smell of me anyway." Said Grim. "If they are still around I'll bring them back. If not, I'll bury what I find."

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They were within sight of the university when Hook began to cough up blood. He had been observing the destination at a distance as the new morning sun illuminated the land ahead.

Surrounded by hills, the University had once been in a town, but it seemed the town had decayed while the university remained in state of high repair. Probably the inhabitants had used the town for salvage.

Hook wondered if he would make it past the gates.

By morning the caravan had stretched out long and had dragged behind the first group. Ibis's cart had filled with the dieing, even after the dead had been removed. Now there were also dieing men in Nat'[s cart. They had also picked up a couple of the men the advanced group had left behind, not that they had lasted long.

No one was walking anymore. In fact they were short of drivers. This had delayed the caravan as driverless carts had to be towed in behind those that still managed drivers.

Old Ernest Feeble had fallen off his cart in the middle of the night. He had been coughing, but refused to give up his driver's seat. Ibis could still see that the cart had continued to follow the others, matching the pace, even when the driver had already died.

The caravan of death.

Ibis had a dream of the caravan crossing a river of blood. Was this that prophecy come true?

"Jim do you want me to take over?" Ibis asked, although he was near exhaustion.

Jim looked at the old man. The fear in his eyes made clear to Ibis the strain the man was facing as well as the question that no one can really answer, 'Why haven't I fallen yet?'

Even bewildered, Jim shook his head. "I'll be alright."

Yes, Ibis thought. It was only speculation, but perhaps the injection given early had allowed his body to create the defenses it needed to the virus. Maybe. If so than Laura was probably safe as well. Up ahead he could see that Buffy was still driving her cart and seemed unaffected. Considering her intimacy with the others, Ibis couldn't explain that. Perhaps her body was making more antibodies then normal, but if that was so than......

Well, Ibis would have to see about that later if any of them survived.

Ibis looked over the dieing men in cart, so that one had stopped breathing. As usual he half pushed the body out of the cart, then got out, and prepared its burning.

After he struck the match he turned and followed the slow moving cart. How many bodies had he let the fire consume that night? He glanced back, and could see the bodies that were still burning, stretching out into the distance, until the fires were lost in the receding night.
 
Pip looked down the long hall they were no in. After entering the building they saw a female ghoul walking by, she pointed them towards the storage and lab at the end of the hall they were now standing in.

While walking, Pip looked left and right, and saw nameplates on the doors. Apparently people-or ghouls- were living here. Suddenly one of the doors opened, and a man stepped out. No signs of ghoulishness, just a normal human. Apparently they lived here too...

Walking on in this white clean looking corridor, he felt-weird in a place like this. It-it felt weird.
They continued on, and finally they got to the place where they needed to be, seeing as how there was noone in the storage room, they went into the lab across. There, a ghoul was at work-using petri-dishes, microscopes and other technical things. Pip had no idea what he could do.

Virgil scraped his throat. "Ehhhh......Right, hey, you, lab guy."

"Wh-what?" said the lab guy, almost dropping the petri-dish in his hand, but carefully setting it down on the table instead, "What do you need?"

"We need a cure for the plague."

"Ehhh, what?"

"The plague, we need a cure for it, and fast as well."

"Ehh, right. Well, ehmmm...I guess you'll have to give us something for it."

"Hrmph, we have guns, ammo, a mechanical watch, and a necklace. As well as some bottlecaps, and a bit of food."

"No, that won't do it. Well, the food will get you enough for one or two men, but not more."

"Are you serious? We've got an entire caravan coming here needing those medicines."

"An entire caravan? Well then, if they really need it, they'll have to give up some food. We're a community here, and we need food, we can't just grow everything we need, we're with too many people. SO, food if you-better said, your friends- want to live."

"WHat? Alright, then-give me all you can give me for this food." Virgil handed the man the food.

"Thank you. Now, we did a very good job when creating this medicine, if I may say so." said the ghoul, leading the group into the storage and grabbing some stuff on the way, "While all that needed to be done was to give someone antibodies and T-cells so the body could battle the disease, there was the problem of blood types. We came up with a way to change teh bloodtype of blood just before the war, genetic manipulation and directed radiation beams could do a lot, and we succeeded where the military and Vault-Tec had failed. They just thought too deep, and too far. So, we created the O-negative blood, so it wouldn't be rejected. We also had to make all of the other things in the blood, all of the other characteristics of a blood type, disappear, or at least make sure there was no bad reaction. And we did just that, it was great. Unfortunately, before any of it could be brought into practice the war came. Well, here we are so I'll stop talking. ONe seringe, one small bottle of plague cure, and a bottle of alcohol. You only need to use a small amount of the cure for one person, probably a third of what is in this bottle. Be sure that there are no air bubbles in the seringe, and wash it in the bottle of alcohol after each use, we don't want anyone infecting someone else with something he doesn't want. Be off now, I have work to do."

Leaving the group a bit stunned after taht speech, the group started moving again after a minute, with Gruug growling a bit, and the rest mumbling...
 
Recovering from the attack on them, Syphon and Gabriel finally were on there way. And with the sun slowly making its apprence to the east , light started to lite up the earth and sky.

"...You know, man, your the only one I truely trust here" Syphon said, looking directly into the eyes of Gabriel as they continued to walk in the direction where they thought the caravan was. Now the terrain was a bit more different though, it was abit more hilly and now small patchs of grass began to grow.

"..Your cool, too, man" Gabriel said, while giving a swift grin. Gabriel still wobbled and was off balance, from the weed, but was sobering up.

Syphon didn't wobble, he was a pro at smoking and he was cool when he did. Syphon took out the joint he was smoking at held it close, like he was examining it.

"...You know...After my family died and shit, they said I suffered from 'Post-traumtic stress" and I do..but when I smoke this it seems like everything will be okay..." Syphon said, revealing a part of him that only few know. Syphon gave a mild face, and then continued to smoke as the two walked on...
 
OCC- Guys this is starting to seriously drag. Lets get these stories going. Sander and Smar- get the medicine back to the caravan. Syphon and Reaper- cut the crap and get the group reunited.

I will wait till Sunday, after that, this story has to pick up.
In the meantimes, here's a bit of silliness in a dark hour.

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Not for the first time Welsh and Rogue watched the sky. From what they could tell, the Trogs were still searching for their prey. But where the hell were Gabriel and Syphon.

The horizon was becoming brighter. Soon, they would lose the luxury of darkness in which to move.

"Where the fuck are they?" Whispered Rogue.

"I don't know, but if they are still alive, I wish they'd stop fucking around and move." Replied Grim.

This was taking too long. They needed to move.

Talon waited near the sewar pipe, listening for noises of approach. But nothing came.

This was the only way out of Trog town. ANy other, would attract the Trogs. The trick was to make a clean escape.

He too knew what this meant. If Gabriel and Syphon did not return, they would be left behind.
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Further away, Hook could see the university far in the distance as the sun came up. But each hour the caravan slowed as yet another driver fell ill. They were down to 15 drivers. Everyone else had become sick or was dead.

He had gone into his own medical kit and had injected himself with antitox and other antibiotics, but Ibis had said that only specific drugs would help. Still, he had not coughed blood in a while. Perhaps he might make it.

He looked back, seeing the caravan etched against the dieing night. A loss in one of the forward carts had created a delay, allowing those further behind to catch up. Now, once again, the caravan was together.

From behind he heard one of the men singing and ancient caravaners tune, the name of the songwriter lost in the unwritten pages of history.

A lonely voice the single driver sang hauntingly,

"Well we know where we're goin'
But we don't know where we've been
And we know what we're knowin'
But we can't say what we've seen '
And we're not little children,
but we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out."

Then Buffy, now driving the fourth car, began to sing, giving the song its beat and vibrancy.

"We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

I'm feelin' okay this mornin'
And you know,
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go"

In fact, Hook was surprised that she was still alive. Her affair with Blade had been the gossip of the campfire.

The other suriving drivers began to pick up the chorus and the song drifted across the length of the caravan.

"Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there"

"We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere"

Then Hook, seeing the city, picked up the verse, hoping to give the others some hope.

"There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it's all right, baby, it's all right

And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's all right, baby, it's all right."

Ibis, far in the back, even began to sing now, motivating the others to join. He had elected to stop burning those dead, but to keep their bodies in the cart, at least until they reached their destination. It was just a matter of time. Those still alive could afford no more delay for the dead.

"They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, baby, it's all right"

And the others sang again, picking up the refrain.

"We're on a road to nowhere "

OCC- Note the message. Lets stop fucking around and get this part of the story done!
PS- who is the unknown song writer? and if you like that, what till you see the hymm for the Ghoul's Church of the Long Nuclear Winter.
 
Virgil looked at the small bottle. It was enough to heal maybe three people. Not enough for what they needed.

Virgil turned back to the ghoul doctor. "Look, Mac, this ain't going to do it. We have a lot of sick people."

The ghoul looked at him, surprised. "You maybe one of us, but you travel with outsiders. If you want our services, you need to pay our prices."

Virgil reached around and found his most valuable prize, his plamsa pistol.

As Virgil removed his pistol the ghoul looked surprised. "I hope you don't wish to use force. It won't work here. We outnumber you and are well armed. Besides, most of your number will probably be dead by tomorrow."

Virgil shrugged, "No, its for sale. How much." He had brought the weapon as far as Alaska and he had thought that parting with it would be difficult.

The ghoul looked at the ancient weapon. "That works?"

"I have a few energy cells." Said Virgil.

"Come with me then." Said the ghoul, turning away.

The ghouls shambled along towards a hallway. "I haven't seen a working one in awhile. We have energy cells, but the few plasma pistols we have don't work."

"I would have thought you could fix them." Said Virgil, making conversation.

"Used to be able to, but we lost the damn manuals some time back. " Said the ghoul. "That's a problem with freely available info, easy to steal and sometimes to destroy."

"Not that hard to figure out." Said Virgil.

"Well we tried reverse engineering on 'em, to take 'em apart and put back to together like you might a watch, but the wiring and circuitry is all crazy and the army kept it all secret before the big war. Us ghouls are good at book learning, but sometimes lack a bit in creativity. It's the old trade off."

"I could probably fix them." Said Virgil. "Before I was a ghoul, I was in Alaska with the army, doing tech stuff."

"Shit boy, why didn't you say that earlier. We can always used someone with skills." Said the ghoul, as he unlocked a locker in a storage area.

"I'll cut you a deal. You give us enough meds to get our crew here and I will fix either fix you up a few plasma pistols or give you the one I got."

The ghoul nodded. "Seems like a fair exchange to me. But I am going to ask them some of our college staff watch you and that you instruct them so we can figure it on our own."

"That will cost you. Like you said, I'm a stranger and to me you're just another maggot infestation." Said Virgil

THe ghoul laughed. "Wilbur is my name. But I think we can work out a deal." Then he opened up a cabinet and revealed a box of vials. "This out to do you for a little bit. Who's your doc."

"That will be Ibis." Said Virgil.

"Then you best get him here and we can palaver medicine for a bit. But you'll have to stay here. Just so the we make good on our deal."

"Fine." Virgil looked over, to see Pip examining the varied instruments in the lab and Gruug, grumbling as usual, behind them.
"Alright, so I have to stay here. Pip and Grug, you need to get these back to the men and then back to the caravan. It should be enough to hold us over till the rest get back here. Then we need to continue negotiating."
 
OCC- Since Syphon mentioned McReady and friends, here we go.

ICC- Gruug walked back towards were the others were, carring the box of medicine as if nothing.

"Funny, that me, a Mutant, is now responsible for saving the lives of Humies!" Said Gruug to Pip.

But when he looked down for the little man, he discovered that Pip had disappeared.

Probably out exploring, trying to get his grubby little hands on new tech, thought the big Mutant.

To bad there weren't more Mutants here. The ghoul had said that there were mutants at one time. But probably all died out. The seniality disease, perhaps.

It was an impressive establishment, even if Gruug had to duck his head when walking down corridors. This was a different world than what the Master would have wanted, but perhaps the Master would have appreciated what was here, being himself a man of science.

Yet, the ghouls. Gruug had never been impressed with ghouls, especially since Necropolis. They were weak, shamblers, often insane and deteriorating, and they tended to come apart when you punched them. And they talked to much. Talk talk talk, usually nonsense.

And yet, here he was surrounded by ghouls.

The mutant found the room where the sick men were lieing down and found McReady waiting.

"I have medicine. " Said Gruug by way of hello.

McReady looked up at the big black mutant. Like many in the caravan, he had learned to accept the mutant's brusk and ill developed manners.

"Great, so how much do we administer." Asked McReady.

"1/3 of the bottle should work it its not too late. With a syringe. But chances are the men will need rest to recuperate. So we will have to do more trading."

McReady, who was an old hand with stims, withdrew the syringes that came with the kit and prepared an injection, starting with the sicker men.

"You did good Gruug, I am going to go back with Thing 1 and Thing 2 and give this to the others. I will also tell Hook if he's still alive."

"Ok, humie, I'll stay here and see what I can learn. You move fast though, even if you are old." Said Gruug. "And make sure they know I carried the drugs back. You see Mutants can be nice too."

"Right, better you stay here. Hey, and try not to break anything." Said McReady.

"Fuck you."

"Right."

With that McReady gave bottles to each of the tribals, injecting a dose in each of the men. They they ran out. First to try to save those men who had fallen on the way, until they reached the caravan.

Gruug watched them run. Humies are good at running from Mutants.

He didn't notice a ghouls standing next to him, nor did he realize she was even female until she spoke.

"Hey big guy. I want to show you something."

Gruug didn't resist when she took his hand and led him away.
 
Pip had indeed wandered off to more interesting places, he wandered into the large main building until he came across this room that looked interesting enough, people-well, ghouls-walking around doing...tests on something, writing things down...

He walked inside and looked around a bit, until one of the ghouls noticed him, and decided to ask him what the hell he was doing he here. "Hey, what the HELL are you doing in here, get out!"

"I, want know, what you do."

"Not too bright eh? We're working on nuclear fusion, if that would mean anything to you, we managed to get some power supply and we're trying to make it work so we can get an actual pow-wait why am I saying this?"

"Go on. Fusion, I read about."

"YOu read about fusion? Right, get out of here, this is serious work, we need to get a power supply up, that 'd be so great here..."

And Pip wandered off again, interesting ghouls working on nuclear fusion to get a power supply or plant working, that would be great. But then again, what were the chances of it actually succeeding? Suddenly, he became aware of the little watch like device around his right wrist... The Stealth Boy.. He suddenly realised that there was a big chance that that lab actually had some energy cells he could use for it, and if they wouldn't give it to him, he still had enough energy to sneak into the storage facility...
Pip turned around, and went back to that very same testing room.

"What, you again?" was the first reaction of the ghoul, "get out already!"

"You have energy cell?"

"Ofcourse we do, what could YOU possibly need them for?"

"This." said Pipboy, showing the ghoul his stealthboy.

"Wh-what is that?"

"It stealth thing, I show..." and Pip activated the stealth boy. The ghoul was astonished, he couldn't see the little man clearly, in fact, if he hadn't known exactly where the man had been, and had been focusing on him, he probably would've never noticed him. Incredible... ANd then Pipboy turned the device off again.

"Wh-you need energy cells for that?"

"Yep."

"B-but...Ehh...YOu do realise that we could really use something like that, I mean, for studying... Do you have any idea how interesting, how good such a device must be?"

"Yep. I need energy cells."

"Look, what do you want for that thing."

"Nothing, I want energy cells."

"I could give you a lot of stuff for that thing, I mean, Jesus. That thing is incredible. Alright, name your price."

"No price, energy cells."
Suddenly, a plan began forming in Pipboy's head, if he would sell it to these men-ghouls-, they wouldn't start experimenting on it immediately, they'd put it in storage and handle itwith a lot of care, they probably wouldn't look at it for a month, everyone here was busy with something else. If he could get a load of energy cells, and any other useful thing, and then steal it back...yeah, that could work. The wasteland is a tough place, he couldn't feel bad about such a thing.

"Wait! YOu give energy cells, and-and..." Pip tried to think of something else he could use... What could he possibly use? He had all the tools he wanted, he had a lot of small mechanical parts, and a PIPboy, what else? What else...what else? He was ready to just walk away, until he realised that there was one thing which was always-always useful in the wasteland: a weapon, He tried to remember about weapons he could use, not guns, they wouldn't do him much gun. ONe that-he remembered an advertisement he saw in one of those old magazines "The Ripper", that movie they were talking about. That weapon actually existed. With luck it was called a ripper. He doubted he would use it, but it may come in handy.

"a ripper" finished Pipboy.

"Then I can't help you, we don't hand out deadly weapons, especially not those. We could give you one of the busted ones, but not-"

"Busted good enough."'said Pipboy, figuring that that was the best he was going to get, and he was handy with tech stuff.

"Alright, then, follow me"said the rude ghoul, obviously satisfied with what he just got.

He led Pip to the same storage he had been at before, if he was going to place his Stealth Boy there, it was going to be too easy. They entered, and the ghoul went through another(locked) door, picking up some energy cells along the way, and handing them to Pip, who stashed them on several places across his clothes. At the end was another door, marked weapons, he went in, and on the shelf right next to the ghoul, there were the busted rippers, in a box labeled "Busted Rippers", convenient. Pip gave the ghoul his Stealth Boy and he got his busted Ripper, Pip swiftly put it away, and followed the ghoul out again, who had already put the Stealth Boy in a container "Unidentified" underneath the ripper box.

The security on those doors wouldn't be too tough to bust, the last door had had a digit lock, and the ghoul hadn't been too careful with hiding his code for Pip. The other locked door, had a nice mechanical lock, no problem for a man with some tools.

Pip stood outside the storage room when the ghoul said his thanks, and walked away again. Once the ghoul had disappeared around a corner, Pip made sure that there was noone watching him, and walked him. As he thought, the first mechanical lock was easy, it took him only two minutes with what he had. The second one opened upon entering the digits, and he was in. He went to the "Unidentified" box, and took out his Stealth Boy again. He looked around a bit, but couldn't find anything he wanted, there appeared to be no functioning Rippers at all, so he settled with the one that had been handed to him, and went off again. Leaving again, he felt a small feeling of shame, but it was swiftly crushed by the feeling of acclompishment and joy over what he had just done. He had gotten free energy cells, and a ripper! Even though it was busted, and from the looks of it, couldn't be that easy to repair(It seemed to need some extra parts, he may have them, maybe he wouldn't, it wouldn't really matter. His optimistic mind was sure of it that he would find them sooner or later), but it was all free! Pip looked around outside, and noone seemed to have noticed him. Pip walked away, proudly...
 
OCC- Ok Smar- I want to give Gruug a bit of depth and have a bit o fun here.

ICC- Gruug was now thinking about what this ghoul had in mind. While it was true that the Mutants were sterile, they weren't quite dead. As ugly as the ghoul seemed, the possibity of sex (so long delayed) had become more then tempting, awaking in him a long dormant arousal.

The ghoul stopped by a a pair of ornate double wooded doors and looked at the Ghoul, smiling. "You are very big."

"Yes, I am genetically advanced. And nor do I discriminate." Said Gruug. True, much of her body was in an advance state of decay, and the fact that she had lost most of her lips was reason to worry.

"That is good, both Ghouls and Mutants are, in their own way, brothers and sisters, we are children of the war."

Sex and violence, thought Gruug, I could love these people.

"They say incest is best." Said Gruug. He could get over the danger of sharp teeth.

"In the past the mutants and the ghouls were intimately knowledgeable of each other." She said.

"That's were I figured you were going with this."

"We shared everything to each other." She whispered, somewhat seductively. It wasn't merely the leperous wasting that had kept her thin, Gruug thought she might actually work out.

"I'd like to share with you." Said Gruug.

"We were one in body, in mind and in spirit." She replied.

Maybe she's got bigger ideas than just a one night stand. Damn. But I can get out of that later. Thought Gruug. Find, Fuck and Forget.

"Sometimes it can get hard." Said Gruug.

"Life is hard, so should be sharing. Mutants are often hard."

"Shame we shoot blanks"

"You shoot blanks?" She said, surprised.

"Well its not personal. In exchange for this body I lost the ability to father sons."

"Ah," she said, "but that also resolves other, complications."

"I think we understand each other."

"Indeed. Neither can I bear children." She said, somewhat wistfully.

"So we got that out of the way." Then Gruug said "You know I am traveling." Why the hell did I say that? Maybe I blew the chances.

"Yes, but you are here now, and we have time to be together, to get to know one another, to share."

Gruug pulled the ghoul close, trying to be carefully that she not come apart in his big arms. "I'd like to share."

"You are strong."

"It can be brutal." Said Gruug, as if warning.

"I am sure you have been brutal before." She said, almost teasingly.

"Does it scare you?" He said, feeling the excitment rise.

"Perhaps you should be scared of me." She said. "I can sense your arousal."

She could do more than sense it, he thought.

"We should not delay." He said. Barely containing himself.

"No, come with me." She turned from him, and for a moment he almost took her from behind. But then she opened the door and they swung open to reveal a huge cathedral like room. The many seats were occupied with rows of ghouls and humans. An isle went up the middle and there at the front, an alter, and behind it, the picture of an atomic blast.

"Welcome, Welcome ALL!" Said the preacher, a ghoul with a long greyish beard! "Welcome friends and neighbors, Welcome strangers to the Church of the Eternal Nuclear Winter."

"Amen!" Said the audience in unison.

Gruug thought to himself, this is not what I had in mind.

The ghoul girl took his hand again and whispered, "We need to find a seat."

Gruug was already having second thoughts.

As they walked along the Preacher continued. Gruug could see behind him a large chorus, and a small band of musicians.

The Preacher's voice filled the room. "'These are strange days, brothers and sisters. Strange days. We live in the blessing of the great flame, our eternal life, OUR LIFE, we owe to the great thunder! That rain that came from the sky to burn our soil, that winter that lasted so long that the world was as if Ice, was our Spring! In the moment of apocalpyse we discovered life! We are the true children of damnation, of the long dark, of the ever-winter, of the great flaming!"

"Amen! Amen!" Called the audience.

What a bunch of lunatics, thought Gruug.

"We were once all man! All humans, And in that guise we reaped destruction and death! Reborn, we are the remnants of man given new life, eternal life!"

"Amen Hallelujah!"

"Praise the Flame Brothers and Sisters! Praise the Flame!" Cried the Chorus.

"Indeed Praise the flame!" Called the Preacher. "We are reborn to this blighted world, to give it new life! We are the children of new life, coming from the corpse of the old We are the seed that brings renewed hoped! We who damned this world are its salvation!"

"Hallelujah!" Called the ghouls girl next to Gruug, who squeezed his hand.

'In days of old, they talk of great mountains of fire that spewed forth a rain of dark ashes. But from this dark ash came fertile land. We are that dark ash! We are the seed that gives new life." Said the preacher.

The audience was beginning to cry out its praise.

"From us, from the two of us, Brother and Sister! We make life! Our bodies barren, our souls filled rejoicing. We will fertilize the world. In our hands, wew can make the world full of flowers! We are the man and the woman that will give birth to the world. We are its new Adam and Eve!"

And the audience now cried out. Some standing their hands to the sky, others crying out in unknown tongues. The band picking up a song!

The Preach grabbed the microphone from the stand, and began to sing. On either side of the stage, mechanical water fountains bubbled up small columns of clear water.

"Here we stand
Like an Adam and an Eve
Waterfalls
The Garden of Eden
Two fools in love
So beautiful and strong
The birds in the trees
Are smiling upon them"

And the audience, now in the rapture of the spiritual ritual began, the chorus picking up the song.

"From the age of the dinosaurs
Cars have run on gasoline
Where, where have they gone?
Now, it's nothing but flowers"

ANd the audience, knowing the words began to sing as well!

"There was a factory
Now there are mountains and rivers
you got it, you got it

We caught a rattlesnake
Now we got something for dinner
we got it, we got it

There was a shopping mall
Now it's all covered with flowers
you've got it, you've got it

If this is paradise
I wish I had a lawnmower
you've got it, you've got it"

Gruug stood up because everyone else was standing up. ALthough the music was catchy, he couldn't yet find his beat. The others, all around him, ghouls danced, their hands in the air, their song full of joy and praise. What a bunch of crazy motherfuckers, thought Gruug.

And the preacher now picked up the refrain.

"Years ago
I was an angry young man
I'd pretend
That I was a billboard
Standing tall
By the side of the road
I fell in love
With a beautiful highway

This used to be real estate
Now it's only fields and trees
Where, where is the town
Now, it's nothing but flowers
The highways and cars
Were sacrificed for agriculture
I thought that we'd start over
But I guess I was wrong"

And the chorus and the band jumped in again.

"Once there were parking lots
Now it's a peaceful oasis
you got it, you got it

This was a Pizza Hut
Now it's all covered with daisies
you got it, you got it

I miss the honky tonks,
Dairy Queens, and 7-Elevens
you got it, you got it"

The voices of the audience now stronger than the band, stronger than the chorus and the preacher, the ghouls caught in their spiritual rapture.

"And as things fell apart
Nobody paid much attention
you got it, you got it

THe chorus coming faster and faster, the beat hypnotic.

I dream of cherry pies,
Candy bars, and chocolate chip cookies
you got it, you got it

We used to microwave
Now we just eat nuts and berries
you got it, you got it

This was a discount store,
Now it's turned into a cornfield
you got it, you got it"

Gruug looked at the ghoul girl dancing next to him, rubbing her decayed body against him. And he said,

"Don't leave me stranded here
I can't get used to this lifestyle"

She grabbed him by the hand and ran, half dragging him out of the church.

With the doors closed behind, the sounds of the religious celebration suddenly were cut off, and Gruug stopped, halting the girl. "Where now."

But she grabbed him by his sexual organ. "Now I'm going to rock your world."

OCC- Ok, but can we stomach this "beautiful moment?" Also can any one guess the name of the band?
 
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The caravan stretched like a long snake towards the still sleeping university. Many of the people of the town has already awoken to start the day early, but most were still sleeping. But was the caravan like a snake, carrying a poison bite to the sleeping victim?

From his perch, at the highest part of the University, the President watched the caravan's movements. Surrounding him were his cabinet and advisors, the various Deans.

"What is the situation with our guests." Asked the President.

"We have done as you asked, they have enough medicine to alleve their ailment temporarily but will need more treatment if they are to survive." Said the Dean of the Medical School.

"I don't like this. There are many and they risk the lives of the others." Said the Dean of Student Life.

"And we will need to get blood samples from them if we are to make real progress. Still it would be good for us to examine." Said the Dead of the Medical School ,as if ignorning the Dead of Student Life.

"ANd those who are already here." Said the President, watching as the runners moved rapidly towards the caravan.

"The ghoul is working on the plasma pistols. Already he has fixed two and will probably be able to fix the others. We are observing and taking notes. After he leaves us we should be able to handle repairs ourselves." Said the Dean of Engineering.

"The Mutant is with Crystal, we have sought to initiate him in our religious rites." Said the Dean of Arts and Sciences, "But he seems interested in other, more physical activities."

The others nodded, understanding.

"The little one is keeping himself preoccupied. He plans to steal from us." Said the Dean of Engineering. "In fact, he already has."

"We should kill him" Said the Dean of Student life. He was in charge not only of quality of life issues, but also campus security.

"No, least not until we have what we want." Said the Dean of Enginnering.

"Then we should kill them all." Said the Dean of Student Life.

"We could inject them with a slow poison." Said the Dean of Medical School, who also ran student health.

The President did not speak. The campus had survived thus far because it was unknown. Off the beaten track from the caravan routes, it was undisturbed and left in peace. Being invisible was the best security. But now others were aware of them, and the privacy had been shattered.

But they were acquiring the plasma weapon technology, and now the stealth boy as well? Soon they could have multiple stealth units created. And if they were armed with plasma weapons. None would threatend them. Not even the League, to the East, or the new presence far to the South.

"What is their destination?" Asked the President.

"Grey Cliffs" Said the Dean of Arts and Sciences. "A town to the west, a few weeks."

"What do we know of this place?"

"There seems to be some kind of battle happening there. Some Blades are being besieged by Slayers and other parties." Said the Dean of Arts and Sciences.

The Dean of Student Life grew impatient. "More reason to slay them all. We need not become involved in their conflicts."

"Our future may be inevitable." Said the President.

The Dean of Administration, who had not spoken thus far, finally offered a suggestion. "Perhaps we should contact our colleagues. They may have some useful information for us."

"Since the incident at Tabis, Most of the ghouls have gone under." Said the Dean of Student Life.

"Yet the infrastructure remains." Said the Administration Dean.

The Dean of Arts and Sciences, less belligerent than Student Life spoke. "We may be able to matriculate them into our curriculum. Perhaps they won't want to leave when they learn of all we have to offer."

"I think it unwise we risk our lives to strangers." Said the Dean of Student Life.

"Perhaps." The President nodded. "But it is wise to learn what we can. After all, that is our reason. As for killing them all, well, there is time for that latter."

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Inside one of the rooms, Gruug tried to sit up, wiping the sweat from his brow. He had hardly stood up when the ghoul Crystal had climbed ontop of him again, this time wrapping her legs around his head.

"More! More!" She cried.

Is it ever enough for this one! Thought Gruug, who again, gave in to temptation.

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Further away, Grim waited and watched for the sun. Rogue and Talon had left, under his instructions. There was no point in further risk.

Grim felt the tiredness in his bones. I will have to eat soon. He thought.

He looked into the pitch black of the sewar tunnel. Gabriel and Syhon, where the hell are you?
 
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So, do you know why you risk your life for this man? his mind questioned angrily, and rightly so, too. It wasn’t too keen on seeing the body it had become so attached to walk to almost certain death.

“I’m not too sure myself,” answered Jeeva out loud. No mortal ears could hear his words but his mind heard it. It didn’t seem disconcerting at that particular moment-a moment preceded by a cleansing in the desert-that he was talking to himself.

Look at you! chided the ex-slaver’s mind. You’re talking to yourself. You’re getting to be more and more like the old man. Jeeva’s mind spoke with a startling amount of acid dripping off its voiceless voice.

“I can kin that, my friend,” the ex-slaver shrugged. His ragged boot flaps made a fluttering noise. He started whistling.

Bastard.

“That’s true,” agreed Jeeva. “Didn’t know who my daddy was, didn’t care.”

It was strange, beyond the fact that he was talking to himself, really. He wasn’t really a man of honor. He was a creature of the desert, thus almost animalistic. Helping Caleb, agreeing to fulfill a life-debt, should seem against his nature. But then his nature was survival. Despite coming within centimeters of death on countless occasions, being with the Blade was being almost safer than within his mother’s womb. Slaving was profitable at the time but it was also a dangerous life that made many dangerous enemies. He had been looking for an excuse to drop free from that old shackle. He had only been waiting for his fellow slavers-cruel as it sounded-to die off so he wouldn’t be face with the accusation of deserting. It was almost divine providence that his friends had also been converted.

Besides, there was something special about Caleb.

Is there? his mind interrupted his thoughts. Do you see something there about the old man that warrants your death?

The ex-slaver trudged upwards, watching the sun rise on his shoulder. He paused, only because it was convenient to him not due to any second thoughts his mind might have arose. He bent over, tightening the length of cloth formerly from his coat that held the tongue of his boot together. His dirty socks showed in the gap in between.

As he bent over, the long length of beard he had been growing slipped down to the ground. He grinned, a toothless stump of rotted gums. Before, he had believed in Alexander the Great’s policy of fighting clean-shaven. He wasn’t a handsome man but his cheeks, possibly his only redeeming feature, were sharply chiseled. Now, an unkempt mess of beard hung dismally from them.

Look at you! spat his mind. You’ve turned into a wild man!

Jeeva’s grin dropped. “No. I was always a wild man. A slaver is perverse to society, outside of civilization. Now I just look the part.”

But his mind persisted. I’m shocked at you, Jeeva! What we did, we did to survive. It is a task no less noble that Hercules’ impossible feats! You’re talk has gotten more dire, as of late. You’ve been reading too much Nietzsche, digging into too much Zen! Stop acting like this a Sabbatical journey.”

The ex-slaver did read, almost an unhealthy amount. He was literate and that was impressive in this decadent age. He had picked up manuscripts from before the war that spoke of the end of the world. He had read of Nietzsche’s hell. He had read the autobiography of the Dalai Lama. He had picked up Martin Luther, poured through the plates of Mormoni. But he had never absorbed the writings. He read with a cynical mind, chuckling to himself. He tried to pick up quotes that made him seem learned, but that was all. Thinking back on it, those books of heaven and hell never made more sense than now.

“From what I saw at the Slaver’s Guild and the Fortress, friend, things are going down the drain. The shit is hitting the fan and it’s stinking up the place real fast. When I look out to the horizon, I don’t just see a road anymore. At least, not an earthly road. My path is leading me to either heaven or hell. It’s about time to get right with Jesus. The path to hell is paved with lies and I’ve got a lot of lies to make up for, friend.”

Bah. You’re no friend of mine.

And Jeeva got the impression of a faceless silhouette turning his shoulder on him in disgust. It would be a lonely trip to find the Ankh, or Pill, or whatever in the enigmatic North.
 
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Cerberus had caught the scent in the riverbank, and had only delayed his chase because of loyalty to the humans. Instincts were deep in the dog, but so to was character. Cereberus was more than the three parts tied together, but a unique creature unlike any, yet merely a freak to human eyes.

Talon and Rogue followed the dog, often hurrying to catch up. Caution kept them watchful to the North, were Trogtown was a beehive of dangerous activity. But as the sun began to crest, they had begun to hurry after the three headed canine. Cerberus had caught something important, and it was along the way. Perhaps he smelled Ibis and the caravan. Regardless, they followed.

When they crested a hill, Talon stopped Rogue, "Wait. Lets take a look." Privately, he has a sudden hope that the big dog had not caught the scent of his master or the caravan, but of Jeeva and Caleb. How good it would be to reunite with his old friend and leader?

Cerberus was already halfway down the crest, looking back at them, wondering why they delayed.

Talon swept his gaze back to the river bank, hoping to catch a sight of Grim. But if he was back there, he was hidden in the banks of the river bank.

"Do you see them?" Asked Rogue.

"No, nothing. Neither Grim nor Gabriel or Syphon. But maybe they are hidden from view." Then Talon looked back towards the unknown town which they had nicknamed Trogtown, after its current residents.

The fire still burned and the Trogs milled about, moving in groups through the buildings, checking the manhole covers, trying to catch the scent. Like most night creatures that hunt by scent, they would have greater difficulty hunting during the day, when the heat affected their sense of smell. They would probably find shelter from the sun, or give up.

"I don't like this. We shouldn't have left." Said Rogue. Gabriel and Grim were her companions, and her bonds of loyalty were with her friends. Like his were for Jeeva.

"I wish we hadn't left too. But Grim insisted we go. They are probably behind us."

"Or dead."

"Someone has to live to tell the tale."

Rogue said nothing.

Talon looked at the journey ahead. Despite their height, and thus greater line of sight, he could see little ahead of much interest. More dirt, rough mountains, desert. So much the same. No caravan either.

But there was something else. In the direction Cerberus had led them, far ahead, a rocky area, and above it, black dots floating in circles around the sky.

Carrioncallers, black mutant birds that fed on the dead and dying. There was some kind of wounded animal or person ahead, just beyond their sight.

"Looks like someone might be in trouble. Carrioncallers ahead. That way." Talon pointed. Pointing directly the path that Cerberus had taken them.

OOC- Ok, this is leading us to Marcus. If anyone has any questions for Marcus they feel is important, let me know (by PM) so I can put them in the story.
 
One of the ghouls situated at the medical department was preparing more plague cure, but the Dean had asked him to put a certain substance in, not too much, just a little bit. The ghoul wondered why, but didn't do anything, after all, what would it really matter? If the DEan thought it was good, there wouldn't be any harm to it....
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The Dean of the Medical School walked around in his room, thinking about a way to test what he had ordered to be put in the next batch, he knew it was risky, and that the President may not like it, but he really wanted to get it tested.
Now, if he just injected one of the people with the cold virus, he should be able to test whether it worked the right way. Yes, that should work... Now for a decent test subject...the small guy! Why not, he wasn't doing anything but stealing from them(Not that the Dean cared, for as far as he knew, no medical things had been stolen).

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Pip was walking along the campus, looking around and exploring things, and looking Virgil. Suddenly, he was apparoached by an important looking ghoul, the ghoul had a seringe in his hands....
Pip was wondering about what the point of that seringe could be, when the ghoul had reached "Hey there, have you had your plague shot yet?".
Pip raised an eyebrow, and shook his head denying that.
"Good, I have it right here. No, it's really necesary, you may not have been infected by the plague viru, but mutations occur and things. Trust me, you'll want this...", the ghoul seemed awfully nice, and Pip could really see no reason not to have the shot, so he let him. Pip felt a sting, and after that a sort of numb pain in his arm, but nothing besides that. Suddenly, the ghoul pulled out another seringe: "Here, you'll need this as well, it'll prevent you from ever getting infected with it again...". Pip raised an eyebrow, wondering what this was about, but he still let the ghoul complete his work.

"Great! Now, could you please follow me to our lab? We ehmm, we would like to test the exact effects of the plague cure, so ehmm, well, we'd like to take some of your blood and examine it, we'll compare the blood now," the ghoul pulled out another seringe, "and in half an hour, that should make it visible."
The doctor, again, used a seringe, this time to extract some blood of Pip.
"Great! Now, could you follow me please..."

The ghoul leaded Pipboy to a medical lab, where Pipboy waited for half an hour, until his blood got sampled again.

The ghoul, tested the blood and seemed very happy with the result. "Thank you, it seems that the results are as we hoped.."

Pipboy shrugged, and left, having no clue what just happened, and he didn't really care either...

But the Dean was very happy with the results, so happy, in fact, that he exclaimed: "Finally! The epitome of medicine, we have found a cure for the common cold!"

OOC: Sorry, I couldn't resist to put that in, I just had to..... ;)
 
feeling now fatigued and almost to the point of dehydration, Syphon and Gabriel pulled on. Gabriel, now stumbling from the drugs and the heat. Syphon did the same.

"Dude, we gotta make it..." Gabriel whined as he continued to walk on.

"I know, man...we just gotta!" Syphon added. In the distance, a small object appeared. The caravan.

"There it is!!!" Syphon yelled pointing at the caravan trail.

(I'll continue on but I'll suffering from a major migraine...ouch!)
 
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