You are exhausted.
It's been a long two weeks since it happened. Most of the people you've known and loved are dead. Civilization has more or less crumbled. Your life is irreversibly changed.
Somehow, in some way, your steps have been guided to the tiny town of Nathanson, Kansas. Almost exactly halfway between Wichita (now covered in a choking cloud of chlorine and insecticide, thanks to the derailing of the worst possible trains) and Kansas City (now a warzone between countless well-armed factions). Compared to the place you left, Nathanson is pretty much a paradise.
The town proper may be full of the dead, but the little liberal arts college right on the edge of town was virtually empty- no students or faculty were around in the middle of summer, and the city park separating the town and campus provided a nice buffer. Taking the campus from the dead was a short and relatively painless affair.
Now, on June 24, 2016, Nathanson College is home to fifty-four people.
Time to make something of the place.
It's been a long two weeks since it happened. Most of the people you've known and loved are dead. Civilization has more or less crumbled. Your life is irreversibly changed.
Somehow, in some way, your steps have been guided to the tiny town of Nathanson, Kansas. Almost exactly halfway between Wichita (now covered in a choking cloud of chlorine and insecticide, thanks to the derailing of the worst possible trains) and Kansas City (now a warzone between countless well-armed factions). Compared to the place you left, Nathanson is pretty much a paradise.
The town proper may be full of the dead, but the little liberal arts college right on the edge of town was virtually empty- no students or faculty were around in the middle of summer, and the city park separating the town and campus provided a nice buffer. Taking the campus from the dead was a short and relatively painless affair.
Now, on June 24, 2016, Nathanson College is home to fifty-four people.
Time to make something of the place.