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Message: <blockquote data-quote="airwalkrr" data-source="post: 5218144" data-attributes="member: 12460">Day 1, November 4th, 2020, Approx. 8:55 AM (14:55 GMT)The officer shakes his head, "I thought evolution was supposed to take thousands of years. Can a nuke really do that?" Then, thinking better of his question, he holds up his hands and speaks again, "You know what, I don't want to know. They never taught us about THAT kind of thing in disaster training. I suppose I'll just have to see it for myself to understand. Maybe it was an injured animal of some kind. I seen my fair share of those. Let's just keep going."It takes another twenty minutes to find your way to Lang's. But it is easy enough to find. You come to a store that looks more or less like a storage warehouse. Out front is a large white sign with blue lettering that says "Lang's Auto Parts - serving you for over 30 years." The ash continues to fall gently on the lawn, almost making it look like there was a recent snow storm, a dirty snow storm. There are a few vehicles in the lot, but otherwise the place seems more or less deserted. As you approach the entrance, you see a hand-written sign in the window that says "bottled WAter, food, or feul acepted as trade. all CAsH prices tripple." The odd lettering and poor spelling indicates it was quite hastily written. At seeing the sign, Officer Beeman appears to get quite angry. "Alright," he mutters, "I've about had it with this opportunistic <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />." He enters ahead of you, demanding to speak with a manager. A teenager in a red vest points to an office near the back where heated words are heard. As Officer Beeman approaches the office, a red-faced man storms out of the office and makes for the exit, apparently very displeased. A balding man with dark hair and a bushy mustache steps into the door frame for the office. "Yeah? What I can I do ya for, officer?"</blockquote>

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