Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170205230956

As the group of now nine whole people left Pioneer Square, headed for Vault 253, they passed through the points where the city diminished. The gaps between buildings were wider, and roads narrower. There were more ruins, as this area had never been brought up to the same regulations as the rest of Seattle, which had been nigh indestructible.

As they passed the secondary entrance into the Undercity-- an opening in the earth that had once been a row of working escalators-- they finally exited the city, and were on the highway. They were in the grasslands now, or what would be grasslands, except all the grass was dead. Unlike the evergreen forest to the east, radiation had cut scored this part of the Royal Wasteland to the earth. so all that remained was shrubbery and bone dry dirt. Vultures circled and cawwed overhead.

From where they were to the Mt. Hood Settlement, and everything north, was the Badlands. They'd have to cross through it to get around Lake Washington and make it to Vault 253  Generally, it was safe, as nothing was up here. The only thing of importance in the north part of the Royal Wasteland was Beacon Enterprises.

But for some reason, when the rough, desert-like terrain should've allowed a peaceful, relaxing walk since they had unbroken line of sight all around and weren't in any danger of being snuck up on, it instead seemed eerie.