Two thousand miles of cracked highway between you and the Green Zone. Five souls in your truck. Whatever fuel and food you can scrape together. The road eats most who try. You're going to try anyway.
A NICHE OF ONE TRANSMISSION // nicheof.one
NAME THE LIVING
Five of you. The first one's you. The other four came along because the alternative was staying. Names matter. The dead get headstones.
WHAT YOU WERE BEFORE
Choose your old life. Determines what little you start with.
STOCK THE TRUCK
The man at the depot will sell you what he can spare. Spend it all. Hoard it. Either way the road decides.