Chapter 7: On the Road Again

Chapter 7: On the Road Again

After I finished getting my things together and making a breakfast of the dead raiders food, I started back on the road to Boon. It was about mid afternoon, the sun was baking where it poked through the trees and my geiger counter made an occasional trill as I walked. I decided to pull up the R.A.S. and see what changes had been made.

Citizen: Donovan

5th Level Postman/ 1st Level Marshall

Patriot Points: 197

SPINES: Be the backbone of America!

Strength- 20

Perception- 15

Intelligence- 10

Nationalism- 3

Endurance- 23

Speed- 17

Job Abilities:

Neither Rain, Sleet, or Snow: You are unhampered by adverse weather

Express: You gain a 5% bonus to movement speed

Special Delivery: You can mark a delivery special which will allow you to track it.

Under Cover: You may retain your previous job and those with the ability to read your sheet will see whichever job you choose to show.

You're Under Arrest: You may temporarily remove all job based bonuses from a target to ease apprehending them. This person will be highlighted in your vision while this ability is active.

Skills:

Walking- 34New novel chapters are published on

Pistol- 8

I woke with a coppery taste in my mouth and the familiar ache of the scars across my back. I spent a few minutes listening for any changes, smelling the air for anyone or anything nearby, but nothing registered. I pulled my canteen from my side and took a long sip, swishing the water through my teeth a few times before swallowing. I couldnt fully close my mouth around my teeth without effort, so I usually woke up with a mouth as dry as the wastes.

I stood, throwing on my pack, and taking a quick inventory. Once I was certain everything was where it should be I started the rest of the walk toward Boon. I was a little late picking up their deliveries, but it wasn't like they could take their business elsewhere.

First I went to uncover my cart. It was where I left it, untouched. Even if someone had found it, the best theyd be able to do would be to turn it to scrap. It didnt work for anyone, but me. I set it to follow and it did a brief back and forth on its treads, almost as if it was shaking off rust. Then it fell into its usual place behind me.

When Boon came into view it looked different than Id left it. The holes made by the raiders' strange weapons had been patched with scrap metal and wood, and the market area outside of the floating portion of the town had walls built up between the stalls that werent there before. The place was also a lot more alive. People werent holed up in the center like before and I saw quite a few more people milling about the market than just the guards whod welcomed me when I first arrived.

I approached in the same direction Id first arrived, hands up and weapons holstered, cart clearly in view for them to see. When people started noticing me I didnt see the usual guns up, or hear any yelling, instead people just stared. That made me uncomfortable. I was much more used to people averting their gaze.

When I reached the gate the smoking man was there waiting for me. He had sunglasses on that he slid back so he could squint in my direction. He finished a cigarette and lit another one, but didnt speak.

Im here to pick up the deliveries you want to head back to along the route to Kind. Youre my last stop on the route. I assume theres another courier that takes deliveries further West for you?

The man nodded. Come on in. He walked through the gate and I followed behind, with my cart trailing me.

The stares kept coming and there was a kind of quiet I was unused to hearing in a settlement. It made my teeth itch and my hands crave the comforting weight of my pistol.

We reached the same spot Id unloaded the cart, and the usual line of people with letters and packages stood waiting. The usual procession began, I took the packages, got the names and places they were meant for, and placed them in the appropriate box or bag. What was unusual was the mixture of awe and fear in their eyes as each item was handed to me. I had thought that between my stealthy approach and the dark no one would know it was me, but it was clear they knew I was involved.

Once the uncomfortable parade of stares and package handoffs was complete I began sealing lead boxes. The smell of smoke in the air told me that only the smoking man remained.

Our people got away from those raiders.

I sealed a box, turned my head toward him and nodded. Good.

The man walked a few steps closer. Two of them said they saw one of the men that freed them.

Oh really?

Yeah. Said he was all teeth and muscle, dressed in black stained with blood, and wielding a machete. His eyes went to my machete as he spoke.

I wouldnt know anything about that. I could tell he knew, but it was clear he didnt want to push too hard. I had the sense he wanted to respect my desire to keep to myself.

Ah, well Anyone who would do something like that theyd always be welcome here in Boon. Even if they were a Deadman.

The even if they were a Deadman stung, but I understood what he was getting at. I extended a hand his way.

He took it and gave me a firm shake. See you next delivery.

I nodded, finished strapping everything to my cart, and started my walk out of the town. The last two people I saw at the gate were a young man and woman. I recognized them, but didnt realize where from until I was back on the road. It was the two people Id told to keep quiet when Id first infiltrated the Porto and hidden in the building. That explained it. I looked back at my cart and saw a small bundle of wildflowers tied together with twine tucked between the boxes. I took them and tossed them on the side of the road. No reason to carry any extra weight.