Day 29: At The Edge of Everywhere
From the Journal of Maya Ceros, Day 29.
As soon as we linked up with the Convoy again, we were off in search of Factory 17. Greene had a hunch, a scrap of a map and some coordinates to point us in the right direction. With some luck, I figured, we'd reach it before nightfall.
For better or worse, we did.
In truth, the day was pretty uneventful. We bumped along on rutted roads, keeping a vigilant eye out for any sign of the factory or anything else of note. About halfway through the day, we found the remains of another convoy, another group that had struck out this far, though they hadn't been so lucky as we have been. There were enough scraps and building supplies left that we could have probably reinforced everything we have if we'd found it earlier in our journey. In the end, though, there was almost nothing of value to anyone but Greene. I'm just glad he was willing to pay us in trade for everything we pulled out of the wreckage for him.
When we finally found the factory, I have to admit that I was gripped with apprehension. Something about the place pulled at me. Something about the place wasn't right.
I guess I'll know what it is soon enough. We go in tomorrow, scope the place out and see what's what. With a little luck, it'll be abandoned, full of tech, with nothing haunting the hallways but canned goods and ammunition.
Well, one can hope, at least.