New York City
Sawbones: Well boys, how was the hunting today?
Deadeye: Better than usual. Track rabbits seem to be migrating north for some reason. We got a good haul and set some traps. We ain't starving this week.
Zargon: We miss anything good here, Sawbones? Any new job rumors?
Deadeye: And did little miss Joan of Arc here manage to stay out of trouble....
Two-Lou: C'mon Deadeye, you know I don't
look for it...I can't help it if the cowboys out there think I'm easy prey....
Deadeye: Oh....like those Coney Island hybrids...you remember, the ones who used to own all that morphine....the ones who came....
Sawbones: That morphine kept you out of pain all those times you were shot! If she hadn't stolen it...well....you very well could have died. Not to mention all the other people I've had to use it for....people who paid us with better food than track rabbit!
Anyways....yeah...there was a runner from up from 13th Street. I guess part of the rail tunnel collapsed. Then they were attacked by mutants. They're offering 5 gallons of oil per man mercenary work.
Deadeye: And how is anyone who manages to survive going to get
out with 5 gallons of oil? Are they offering a truck too?
Two-Lou: Does he find the negative in
everything?
Deadeye: Besides, we're woefully low on ammo. If anything, we need to head up to see Smitty tomorrow. Else we're sitting ducks for the mutants after they plow through those pussy 13th Street squaters.
Zargon: Well that would explain the track-rabbit migration. If the mutants are attacking down on 13th Street, I think we better make this a group excursion. Too dangerous staying here without Deadeye and me.
Two-Lou: Zargon that's so sweet how you have concern for my safety.
Zargon: Um...yeah, Sawbones' safety too. We're the only family we got, and we're alot stronger together. We leave first thing in the morning.
And with that - our quartet begins a journey down the subway....
Coming soon - Chapter Two - Enter Viracocha
