[The road being blocked puts her on edge, and she eyes it critically as they edge in closer to it.]
They could still be here.
[The warning isn't needed, she knows, but it makes her feel better to get her anxiety spoken out in the open. Her hold on him tightens and she presses in flush against his back, her thighs baring down against the bike. She still remembers the time they wound up in some crazy race oriented version of the future and how being a girl made her some kind of commodity. She absolutely doesn't want a repeat of that.
There's no way around though, they have to keep moving forward.
As they pass through the gate her breath catches, and she's on high alert as she looks all around. No one comes storming toward them, no gunfire happens, there's no real sign of life. The area they drive through was once occupied in the time after whatever disaster caused the ground to shift the way it has. There's tags all over the place that she doesn't recognize, but what's interesting to her is it's done in mud and brushed paint that had to drip to dry rather than traditional spray paint.
They drive for about fifteen more minutes before they approach another makeshift barricade. Unlike the one before, this one is closed. Standing at the gate are two masked men, and even from a good distance away Chrissy can see they're carrying shotguns. There's no way around, they can only press forward.]
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They could still be here.
[The warning isn't needed, she knows, but it makes her feel better to get her anxiety spoken out in the open. Her hold on him tightens and she presses in flush against his back, her thighs baring down against the bike. She still remembers the time they wound up in some crazy race oriented version of the future and how being a girl made her some kind of commodity. She absolutely doesn't want a repeat of that.
There's no way around though, they have to keep moving forward.
As they pass through the gate her breath catches, and she's on high alert as she looks all around. No one comes storming toward them, no gunfire happens, there's no real sign of life. The area they drive through was once occupied in the time after whatever disaster caused the ground to shift the way it has. There's tags all over the place that she doesn't recognize, but what's interesting to her is it's done in mud and brushed paint that had to drip to dry rather than traditional spray paint.
They drive for about fifteen more minutes before they approach another makeshift barricade. Unlike the one before, this one is closed. Standing at the gate are two masked men, and even from a good distance away Chrissy can see they're carrying shotguns. There's no way around, they can only press forward.]
What do we do if those guys won't let us in?