JS Posted Oct 23, 2011, 2:55 pm

One of the nice things about the Pocylypse is there are less people around, and less people means less trafic. Usually the commute out to slay reavers was fairly straight forward. Drive out, whack em, drive back, stop for a few seconds to pay the militia the gates fee, and then hit Dexters. But today was different. Today, felipe "Lackey" Mackey was sitting in a traffic jam, 50 cars or so stacked up outside the Somerset gates, which were locked up tight. Those who had horns that operated were blasting them. Soem were shouting, shaking fists and cursing. One enterprising young urchin had jumped over the walls, and scrambled down with a backpack full of beers he was selling. Lackey shrugged, reclined the seat and took a nap. you never passed up sleep. But first he called the urchin and his beer over for some refreshment. Bleeding sun was hot!