Chapter 70: Talon

Sanctuary New Tucson is not an easy city to slip into and out of. The wall is ridiculously high and solid, the security personnel sharp, but I'm resourceful, tough and determined. I was ejected from the city several days ago with just a few of my supplies and a dozen bruises as souvenirs of my visit. The Warlord must expect me to die in the desert. No vehicle, few supplies, and badly beaten. I've seen worse conditions though. A little adversity is incentive to rise up stronger.

I found my way around the city and into old Tucson, a hazardous place I'd been warned about in prison. The perfect place to find shelter and recover. The few starving Primitives I came across were easy kills, hardly worth the time to stop. But one had still been wearing the shoes he'd died in, or been turned, as some prefer to call it. My personal belief is that a bitten human is a dead human. The heart may still beat, but no one's home upstairs.