File 3.4 - Lost in the City of Demons

Gaining a truck took a little more time than they planned, but they managed across one taking the highway into the city. They felt fortunate that the cargo truck they found was empty and returning back. The room in the back gave plenty of space for the Commander and later supplies that they would need.

In the front, Rinn drove with Wells seated in the passenger chair. Lellecausua watched over the Commander in the back. She kept him from shaking around on the bumpy road. While the city appeared new, the roads all looked poorly maintained. Much of the outer city had a shine to it as though recently built. While the deeper inside the more run down and older it appeared. Even the atmosphere of the people living seemed to change to reflect the difference.

With no idea of where to find a clinic, they resorted to pretending to be outsiders and asking for directions. The first few stops gave them a direction, but nothing clear. They tried to keep from staying in one place long. The current stop had their truck parked in an alley with Rinn and Wells out getting directions.

Wells came back to the truck looking as agitated as he had the last trip. He leaned against the truck waiting for Rinn to return. A low muttering kept himself from getting overblown. Nearby footsteps alerted him and snapped him back to attention, prepared. “Finally, you’re back!” he barked after determining Rinn’s approach.

The Lieutenant gave a simple wave to him. He waited until getting deeper into the alley before replying. “You get anymore used to it?”

“Damn, demons! They’re so annoying! Most don’t even bother to give you a second glance.”

Rinn opened the truck door and pulled out two bottles of water. He tossed one over to Wells. “You need to cool off a little. The right approach will get them to talk to you.”

Wells flipped his eyes towards the truck’s enclosed bed. Cal laid in pain and got worse with each passing hour they wasted. Such thoughts made it difficult for him to relax as Rinn suggested. He looked down at the bottle. His hand tightened around the metal casing that surrounded the plastic container. “This frigid land pisses me off too much.” Wells snapped the cap off and emptied a portion of the liquid in his mouth.

He rubbed his arms a little remembering the cold air. “Indeed, it’s rather cold. A little surprising considering the location to the equator. I think on their calendar it’s summer.”

“Enough about the weather! We didn’t come here for a vacation!”

“Lellecausua report anything about the Commander’s condition?”

Wells shook his head after he glanced at the truck again. “No, Elle hasn’t said anything. You get a new direction?”

“Yes, there’s a clinic nearby.” Rinn pulled himself up to the driver seat. As he closed the door, Wells jumped in from the other side. The engine started up and he shifted the truck into gear. He looked over at Wells making sure he was ready. “We apparently passed it on the way here.”