Is There a Mental Limbo?

Few things inspire despair in me quite like looking through my inventory for food.

Perhaps I am skipping too much.

After a time, when the sun jammed itself into my eyes, I realized I was mobile again. Or perhaps mobile is too generous; I could crawl on all fours.

Due to the large number of serious injuries, physical, mental, and spiritual, I wasn't going anywhere fast. I wasn't doing anything well.

And, without a set of jaws... no, why even pretend? I reached out at anything edible and untainted, and placed it directly into my System stomachs.

I swung wide of the Tainted ground, and made my way back to camp, or at least where camp had been. Whether the morlocks or some survivng ghouls, some intrepid person had removed the tents, the piles of gear, everything except the fire pit. Into this, they had helpfully urinated, possibly to prevent a scrub fire.

I did my part as well, by clearing out an impressive amount of brambles and nettles.