Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170127015139

Rick and Duncan likely grew more and more unimpressed with Queen Anne's Hill as they passed through it. Two hundred year old tricycles sat in yards untended for just as long, and radiation scortched earth and mutant weeds peeked out from between cracks of ancient concrete or ashphalt.

Picket fences lay on their sides, cars looted for their tires rusted in drives ways, and homes in such disrepair that any proud subscriber of House Beautiful would have a stroke upon seeing.

But at the very end of the neighbor, at the apex, the point of the cul-de-sac, lay one house a tad different from the rest. It had been tended to and cared for, windows broaded up, the roof still held. Whether this had happened long ago or recently was unclear. Now, however, candle-light shown out between the cracks of the house, and perhaps something could be heard moving inside.