South, to Wells

Previously, on The Big Friggin' Wurm,

And now...

The group travels through the night, a a light along the eastern horizon signals the coming of dawn. It also reveals a dust storm approaching. The group sees the Rider exit the truck, and go to his bike, and the fire seems to fade away, revealing the man underneath, This is true for the semi, and the bike as well. The man looks somewhat drained, like he has been in a marathon. The group shifts up, spreading out among the three vehicles for a bit more comfort. In the distance, they see a walled town, armed folk on the wall, and a watchtower manned with what could be a sniper. They take it slow, and stop ahead of the gate. They are greeted by an armed man who motions for them to stop.

Upon seeing the storm coming in, they negotiate a price for entry, then park the vehicles under cover, and the whole group heads down to a basement where a bar is set up. Most of the town is in attendance, as the weather coming in seems to be a bad dust storm. Looks to be radioactive. More than a few Geiger counters start to go off, and most folk pick a spot where they can to drink up and wait it out.

This little hole in the wall is serving the house special malt liquor and spook juice.

Miss Isabella Devlin decides to strut her stuff, and see if she can get herself a piece of man meat. Unfortunately for her, the wife of the man meat is nearby and takes offense to another bitch poaching her man. There is a cat fight, which turns into a bar fight, but is stopped before it gets too bad.

The community elder meets with the group, wanting to negotiate a trade of sorts, especially after seeing them fight. He tells the group that there is a landfill not too far from town, one of those that was used to house the garbage from a couple of cities back in the day. The town sends pickers out on a semi regular basis to scavenge for trade, and recently, all but a few were slaughtered. The group that went wasn't inexperienced at dealing with weird creatures lurking around, so this must have been something new that moved in. No one wants to head back out to working there until whatever it is can be dealt with.

One of the survivors is in the bar, and is someone to talk to before making a decision. If the menace is dealt with, proof brought to us, we have a trailer to fit that big rig stashed, and would be willing to fork over supplies as well to sweeten the deal.

The party talks to the drunky at the bar, who is trying desperately to drown his memories in spook juice. He is damn sure that there are magical dragons lurking in the junk piles. beautiful, lethal, that appeared out of nowhere, and disappeared just as quickly. Other than that, he is not much help.

The party decides to give it a shot. Then they realize half their number are without gear of any sort. So, half of the group takes the herkimer back north to scavenge, while Brock, Darwin, Isabella, King, Nocturne, Wade and Jonesy head south a couple of miles to battle wicked creatures.

This junkyard is a maze of piles, and multiple paths lead different directions. The group manages to find an old blood trail, and follows it to an area with two or three junk piles that obscure the route ahead. Suddenly, Isabella is pulled under the junk, followed by Nocturne, and Brock grabs on for the ride. The rest of the group discovers that they are under attack, and kill a reptilian critter that seems to be able to change its color. Like camouflage, as well as burrow under the junk at quite a speed.

King is one of the lucky folk who gets pulled under, and manages to slip free, but finds himself trapped in junk, and has to push himself free to the surface.

The Trash Chameleons "swim" through the junk to a deep cavern made of trash, where mama is waiting for her meal, and the group battles this huge lizard , killing it and the babies as well.

They find the corpses of several of the junk scavengers, from the town, and collect their gear and strip the carcasses of skin and meat and skin in hopes of utilizing it in the future.

They slowly make their way back to Wells with their prizes, and are greeted with great enthusiasm. The elder makes the trade and then some for a portion of the meat they harvested.

Next Time our adventurers head East on I-80

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