Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-25828117-20170501210544

William assumed there'd be no trouble leaving and after having dealt with the formalities of the gatekeepers, they were once again in the wasteland.

The contrast was pretty jarring now. As if the air itself had gotten colder the moment they left Mercer Island. As they walked along the banks of mud and junk of Washington Lake they were once again in the world forgotten by time.

Will noticed a rusty shopping cart sticking out of the mud near the water and a dead tree who's roots poked out of a depression where the water level used to be. Before the lake was subject to intense vaporization and drought. An interstate sign with flaked off directions to Pioneer Square hung by a few rivets off a pole overhead, the old metal groaned in the wind.

Gone was the splendor of Mercer Island, but William did not miss it. So far as he was concerned this was the real world, and that place over there was fake and couldn't possibly last.