Day 16: Into The Mouth of Fungus (Five Klicks)
From the Journal of Maya Ceros, Day 16.
I have a theory. I think I know why things fell apart.
We've been haunting the edges of the crumbling sprawl for days. First it was a few scattered holes packed with sickly nests of fungal-infected horrors. Now, it's almost every day. Even in that last group of bandits, a few of the guys had pock marks, sores and growths mottled with fungus. Why we haven't been infected, I don't know. Maybe we're immune. I hope we're immune.
Talking to Greene, I found a spot nearby where I thought we might find some parts for our convoy or something else to give us an edge. When we hit the dirt, it became clear that we weren't alone, that the ruins were alive with the infected.