[identity profile] runawayalot.livejournal.com
So, Silent Hill was a bust. In that it didn't exist.

Ashfield, she's found, is in the same boat. The same not-existing boat.

This world SUCKS.

Now, Laura has siezed on a new plan: go to the closest city she knows of that HAS to exist.

There's a New York City everywhere, right?

This requires more walking, of course, but that's nothing she hasn't done before.

And there were a few intact stores on the way. Hooray for new underwear!
[identity profile] runawayalot.livejournal.com
It's been a long, long journey.

Long, and empty. Even the ability to walk in the middle of the road without getting run over has become boring. Not to mention, Laura's shoes are wearing thin and her clothes are smelly, and she hasn't had a proper bath in weeks.

But they're at the Maine border now, her, Valerian, and Mudkip, and there's a rest stop with maps and vending machines. Which some enterprising soul has helpfully beaten within inches of their nonfunctioning lives trying to open up.

There's not enough room for an adult to get anything, but there's a hole large enough for a skinny child's arm. She extracts a few bear claws and passes them out.
[identity profile] runawayalot.livejournal.com
The day is a steam cooker, the road gritty, and without trees to shelter them.

Fortunately, it empties onto a boulevard. A KFC, a Burger King, and then rows of faded historical buildings, the crumbling brick blocks tall enough to at least shield the sun a bit. Laura makes a beeline to a tourist station. "They got maps here," she announces, pointing through a dusty, cracked window.
[identity profile] in-two-minds.livejournal.com
Valerian hates, hates, hates this. One moment he and Notched Ear had been hunting, and it was dark and damp and good, then there was a bang, and bright light that hurt his eyes, and. . . Notch was gone. His mind had been abruptly ripped from the hound's, and slammed back into his own body. He'd been so shocked and pained by that it had been several hours before he'd noticed that one of the reasons that his eyes hurt was the bright sunlight that shouldn't have been there.

It's been four days, and his head still hurts.

Valerian hadn't worried about where he was - just how to find out. He'd found a road - which was weirdly paved with some kind of solid black stuff that was pleasantly warm to his feet, and followed it.

It'll lead to some sort of settlement eventually, right?

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