Los Angeles, partially under water, partially overrun with terrible things, is surprisingly well off. We fell in with a group of resistance fighters, the descendants of businessmen and gang leaders, who patrol the hills the surround what used to be the city of LA.
They say, once the Doors shut and everything went bad, the governor of California spoke to the citizens of his state with one final television broadcast. Everyone watched as, while most officials were fleeing to their bunkers, this man presented a map of the state, pointing out safe house, weapon caches and temporary infirmaries.
He urged people to stay away from Hospitals, as they were already overrun and useless.
Though around that time, normal news media had ceased to be, it appears that the governor's gamble paid off. Bands of well armed citizens roamed the streets, downing fiends of all sorts left and right, as well as keeping looters in their place.
Our new friends said Northern California didn't fair as well, but gorgeous Southern California, all hills and beaches, is a site to behold. It makes me think that perhaps there is hope for Vegas after all.
But then again, there are unknown quantities in Vegas that makes it difficult for me to make a move. I've always been a man of information; doing what I do so that the men of action can live to be heroes.
I never really want the job of sending men of action out to possibly die at the hands of a bad plan.
Not what I should be thinking about. It's good to sleep in a real bed again. Suppose I should go find out what's been happening while I've been out gallivanting.
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