It took me the rest of the day to make it to the outskirts of the city, zombies swarmed the place like flies but I was very cautious to remain out of sight and if a group got too close, *I can throw this*, one of DJ's improvised explosives that I 'borrowed' it didn't work for shit not surprising given DJ but it made for a good distraction. As night fell I wandered into one of the office towers on the eastern edge of the city, it was under construction and would make for an awful campsite, so nobody would be bothering me, I set up on one of the partially constructed floors it had no windows so I sat next to the open air, staring out over the ravaged city, it was bliss. Jean and Nani would be fine, the way I see it, the most they will have to deal with is who gets to braid whos hair first. Just hope she doesn't get him drunk or I might return to find him face down in a ditch filled to the brim on some concoction with no idea where he is.
My focus was elsewhere, I needed a survival upgrade with a added humanitarian injection, the garage was only a few blocks away, of course navigating a direct path would be harder when the streets were full of 'meat lovers' but c'est la vie. Sleep didn't come to me that night, I just gazed down across the metropolis, plotting a course through buildings and up fire escapes. My friend had told me about the survivor groups in the city and that the only reason, they hadn't cleared the place was because T. had a specific and highly sort after set of skills, mechanics mostly but with the apocalypse, everyone develops other talents as well and T. was no exception.
The hardest part of my journey that morning was dodging the patrols, the main group of survivors living in the city were practically an organisation, mostly mobsters from before but now they hired anybody they could intimidate, they were growing in numbers that made the hordes of zombies in the streets below seem small. Nearly 60 members strong and about 5 of them are friendlies, the rest are the shoot on site types.
It was early afternoon before I had meandered my way through the labyrinth and made it to the back entrance of T.'s hideout, I was being watched but I knew I wasn't in any danger. T. was even more skittish than Jean and had fortified the fire station into a stronghold filled to the brim with boosted cars from the by gone age. As I stood waiting for T. to open the door, I peered through the window at her, Eleanor. She was the reason T. and I had met, it was about time I took her for a spin, the door opened and I stepped through into the shadowed workshop.
