[He sees her looking back at it, but yeah, there's no way they're bringing that with them, he decides.]
If we need one we'll make another one later. Or we come back for it. But let's see how far this road'll take us.
[North, then. Through the headlands, skirting around places where the pavement has warped and rippled, dodging fallen trees, and finding relief for sure once the highway curves far enough inland that it seems to have escaped some of the worst of it.
They pass through a city here on the north edge of the bay that, like the road, doesn't look completely abandoned. As the sun begins to rise, he still sees lights on in a couple of the homes and businesses - but it truly is just a small handful. Most of the city is dark, vacant, crumbling.]
Well, I dunno which decade this is but it's future enough. The style of this shit ain't anything like what we got at home.
[Billboards advertising law firms, auto collision assistance, restaurants - he's no expert on graphic design, far from it, but it all reads as future to him with those sleek, clean fonts that have zero sense of whimsy. The abandoned cars look new also, and that's something he understands better, but they haven't done nearly enough travel in decades this far past his for him to really pick up on the year. It's not the sixties, not the eighties. And anyway, he doesn't really care that much.
There's an old blockade on the road ahead, but someone has pulled the makeshift gate apart to make travel easier. For a while though, evidently there was some reason to block this road.]
Someone didn't want anyone goin' north without their go-ahead. Maybe just tryin' to rob people though. Fuckin' toll to escape or shit.
[Or who knows. Maybe the damage is that much worse farther ahead. Doesn't matter now.]
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If we need one we'll make another one later. Or we come back for it. But let's see how far this road'll take us.
[North, then. Through the headlands, skirting around places where the pavement has warped and rippled, dodging fallen trees, and finding relief for sure once the highway curves far enough inland that it seems to have escaped some of the worst of it.
They pass through a city here on the north edge of the bay that, like the road, doesn't look completely abandoned. As the sun begins to rise, he still sees lights on in a couple of the homes and businesses - but it truly is just a small handful. Most of the city is dark, vacant, crumbling.]
Well, I dunno which decade this is but it's future enough. The style of this shit ain't anything like what we got at home.
[Billboards advertising law firms, auto collision assistance, restaurants - he's no expert on graphic design, far from it, but it all reads as future to him with those sleek, clean fonts that have zero sense of whimsy. The abandoned cars look new also, and that's something he understands better, but they haven't done nearly enough travel in decades this far past his for him to really pick up on the year. It's not the sixties, not the eighties. And anyway, he doesn't really care that much.
There's an old blockade on the road ahead, but someone has pulled the makeshift gate apart to make travel easier. For a while though, evidently there was some reason to block this road.]
Someone didn't want anyone goin' north without their go-ahead. Maybe just tryin' to rob people though. Fuckin' toll to escape or shit.
[Or who knows. Maybe the damage is that much worse farther ahead. Doesn't matter now.]