[url=https://www.google.com/maps/@41.4602829,-81.7374559,17z]41.46 N x 81.74 W[/url]

Here, the railway was three to five lanes wide, almost like walking down an empty interstate, while the occasional overpass reminded him of the car-clogged streets he had so carefully avoided.

More gunfire sounded in the sleepy city, and once again William Taggart hugged a tree and made sure his Mosin was fully loaded with a round in the chamber.

From here he decided to circle downwind. Being in the northern-Midwest meant the prevailing-wind would come from the west to east (opposite that of southern states) with wind-funnels following the local streets and other geography. As the rail went NE, and he took a side-branch due-east to approach from the south-east through the side-ally of a grocery-store. Which was just as well, since between the alley and a mall-side dental-office was a busted-up 3-wheel motorcycle and a small glut of rotters.

He also saw some guy with a shotgun directing whom he presumed was a biker-chik with an assault-rifle to attack one of the nearby buildings. He also noticed she went instead for a pistol, meaning she was low on ammo. He then saw the two exchange a few more words before the man disappeared behind the north side of the grocery-store, leaving just the girl with a pistol and her back to her.

William raised his rifle and shut the bolt with a loud [i]clack[/i].

[b]"Explain yourself, how many people are with you?"[/b]

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