the humidity is overwhelming since suspended in its midst is fine carcinogenic particulate. trudging along down another road. the country roads lead perfectly for how they feel to. north and south is a hell of a life for something. east and west is about the same. its is my directive to go north. north is the missing key in my life today. i think going north is going to save me. go north or follow the signs for Pesotum. i dont want to go to Pesotum. Pesotum is a good town to pass through. i will veer 40 miles west of that town. one of the few roaming gangs lives around that town. they control that surrounding area. a salvage yard was taken and its now a center for survival. its a nice place to visit if you are a part of their group. if you are not they will cut off your arms and legs and throw you in a ditch face down and take your arms and flail them around and laugh and cry. at one point the village use to have a population of around 500. now there is a population of 60. all the citizens are mutated and vicious and kill at will. the only problem is that there is not a whole lot to kill. mostly these people just sit around in their underground dwellings and ponder the deeper meanings of life. there are sentinels which patrol in shifts. any intruder is usually caught and cannibalized. robot eat robot and dog eat dog. its a tough life if your dumb. its easier to avoid these places entirely and stay isolated than to get chopped up for scrap and sold to the inner-city arms factories.