Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-25828117-20170130165451

William had left the forests behind him and was greeted by the clear signs of former society when he got closer to the city.

A giant delapited billboard with a woman showing off a toothy smile while she held the latest model pocket-radio from some long forgotten company that probably was important at some time.

William noticed a little bag dancing in the wind that had gotten stuck on one of the old lamps which used to illuminate the board. It didn't appear important but it did reveal to him that there was a bit of an eastern wind.

The former agent climbed up a rusty old wreck of an old car, feeling the metal grown under his weight he quickly jumped off again.

The only source of illumination he had in this dark starless night was his pipboy's green hue. A model he had taken from a former owner who wouldn't miss it. Besides that, there were signs of life along the lakeside and deeper into the city, where plumes of smoke rose with a faint red glow between the buildings: Like looking at the crater of a volcano from afar. These places were few and far between utterly cold and lifeless city blocks which usually meant there was nothing at all or something that damn well made sure nothing ever settled.

William walked passed a graveyard of abandoned cars on the road to the Memorial Bridge. That appeared to be the fastest way towards Beacon Hull and he wished to be done with this job as soon as possible so he could then explore the area at his own pace rather than on payroll.