Post by Mallory Faraday on Jul 21, 2018 9:44:27 GMT
I-85, north of Downtown Atlanta, near Georgia Tech
Mal stood on the truck's roof, gazing ahead with binoculars. Surprisingly the drive into Atlanta had been smooth over I-85, with only a few cars in their path that were easily pushed aside by their truck. Walker activity was low as well on the interstate but it would probably mean there'd be more activity in the city streets.
Like all major cities Atlanta was bombed to hell and it seemed like Downtown got the worst of it. Even if they found Troy's safehouse, there was no guarantee it'd still be intact, or anything left for that matter. Or anyone alive. For Troy's sake, Mal would keep the hope up that they'd at least find one of his friends alive.
She put the binoculars down from her eyes and looked to the right of the road. Georgia Tech... would it be too much to hope that there had been a couple of tech geeks who created the ultimate creepo killing machine? Oh, to have the knowledge or the technology of people who were more technologically educated than herself...
Mal stopped feeding idle hope and crawled down to where Troy and Cassie were. Road seemed good to go, although they had no eye on what was going on in the streets of Downtown Atlanta yet.
"We can get off the interstate right there to the right." Mal said. "No telling what's going on in the streets of Downtown though. Looks like the bombs did their job but still."
Mal put her hand on Troy's shoulder and gave him a slight smile. This was his mission, his chance to figure out what happened to the ones he called family.
"You ready?" Mal asked. "Why don't you take point on this one?"