Samantha went through her backpack one last time, checking that she had all the stuff she wanted. Siccors and needles, a whole sewing kit in fact, from a store down the road. A heavy duty hammer. The box of spare ammunition for her handgun was in the bag as well, the handgun itself was in a jacket pocket. Last was a small plastic bags of apples.
Her father had been religeous and had forced her to learn about Christianity. She'd hated the whole thing. Even so she knew what part apples had played in the fall of humanity. She hoped the symbolism wouldn't be lost to the wyrd.
With that done Samantha slung the backpack onto her shoulder and started walking to the drainage pipe she had chosen. It was in a ditch along a path, partly covered with thick grass. That should be sufficient to keep people from stumbling into it without knowing better. She got down besides it and knocks at it. "One of the Lost demand passage, open up."
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