Zarek didn't get a chance to observe the city like he wanted to. This time, his escort was somehow even rougher than it was before.
A bag was placed over his head, his hands and ankles were tied, and though he wasn't exactly sure what sort of vehicle he had been taken in, he was pretty sure it was something without the slightest hint of suspension and driven by the most ancient sort of horse power.
It certainly smelled like it.
'You would think ladies would travel in something more hygienic,' Zarek thought to himself, shaking his head.
Though he wasn't as much of a clean freak as Priya was, he definitely didn't walk around every day like this. One of the most annoying parts of the apocalypse was getting clean—at least if you didn't know how to use your Godsfall properly—something that Priya seemed to have learned on her own without his input.
