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=Other Stories= | |||
==Gateway to the West== | |||
Avoid Saint Louis, nothin' left there other then a bunch of assholes. Rednecks there must have been expecting it. Stocked up on weapons and ammo and own the city, or what's left of it. They won't do anything with anyone other then those they've initiated. Most of the Mississippi is controlled by the locals there too. Backwards ass hicks are killing everyone that comes near the river-side String up the bodies against what's left of the Arch. If you're crazy, or desperate, I think their food is in Busch Stadium. I'm really not sure, though. | |||
If you're super hungry, the Saint Louis zoo may have some mutated things left there to eat. I'd avoid the elephants though. One of my traveling buddies ate a chunk of one and ended up dead three hours later. Poor bastard. | |||
-Chicago | |||
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Part of the Post-Apocalyptic Roadmap Project.
Other Stories
Gateway to the West
Avoid Saint Louis, nothin' left there other then a bunch of assholes. Rednecks there must have been expecting it. Stocked up on weapons and ammo and own the city, or what's left of it. They won't do anything with anyone other then those they've initiated. Most of the Mississippi is controlled by the locals there too. Backwards ass hicks are killing everyone that comes near the river-side String up the bodies against what's left of the Arch. If you're crazy, or desperate, I think their food is in Busch Stadium. I'm really not sure, though.
If you're super hungry, the Saint Louis zoo may have some mutated things left there to eat. I'd avoid the elephants though. One of my traveling buddies ate a chunk of one and ended up dead three hours later. Poor bastard.
-Chicago