Jack is driving the truck towards a dried-out river. On the other side,
a bit in the distance, is a group of houses that – while they
certainly have? have certainly? seen better
days – don't look abandoned. Jack says
Hold on!
Festhalten? and drives into the
river bed.
TODO: mention Annie in this paragraph
The truck struggles to get traction while driving up the other river
bank, eventually getting stuck in the sand. He backs up and turns into
the river, accelerates, then steers back onto the bank – to no
avail, the truck gets stuck again.
Well... fuck.
He turns back into the river once more. The engine roars and the wheels
fling sand everywhere. Jack shifts gears, the needle on the speedometer
slowly creeps up, then he goes for another attempt. The suspension
bottoms out as the wheels plow into the river bank, but the truck does
barely make it out.
Ouch. Annie holds her shoulder where
the seat belt had dug into it. Can we not do
that again, please?
I'll... try to keep it in mind,
sorry.
He turns around and drives onto the overgrown remains of a road leading
towards the settlement.
Jack parks the truck in front of an old store.
This is it, I guess.
They get out and start walking towards the door. A small dog runs up to
them, barking, jumping around, running in circles, and wagging its tail.
It picks up a stick and drops it in front of Annie. She crouches down
and pets the dog.
Jack says: I'm gonna be inside.
more elegant way of saying "I need to take a
piss. Hopefully, they have a toilet.
I'll be right there.
Okay. Jack disappears into the store.
She picks up the stick, gets up and holds it just out of reach of the
dog. It jumps back and forth a couple times looking at her.
You wanna play fetch, do you?
Annie throws the stick a few times, then she follows Jack into the store.
Its shelves are sparsely stocked with a random assortment of things,
roughly sorted into categories:
Hand tools, boxes full of hardware, household chemicals, bars of soap,
a few clocks and watches, books, and more. Half of the store seems to be
dedicated to food though the shelves are mostly empty. Behind the counter
is a man who appears to be in his 60s, talking to Jack:
No, we don't sell food. What you see
there is strictly rationed. Since the river name
has changed course, we don't even have enough water to grow
crops for ourselves. The cisterns and wells simply don't
cut it.
Okay... What if we supplied you with
water?
The man interrupts the conversation and looks at Annie:
Good afternoon, what can I do for you?
I'm with him.
I see.
He turns back to Jack:
Listen, the amount of water we need can't
simply be carried here or we'd do it ourselves. And we need it
constantly and consistently, not just once.
I know you need an industrial quantity of
water. We can get you an industrial quantity of water. Will you give us
food if we supply you?
He musters Jack for a moment.
Who is we and how do you wanna
accomplish that?
We are a small group of people living in
a bunker south of Ivydale. Two of us have extensive knowledge of
old world technology that we can put to use.
The man looks at him with skepticism.
Jack continues: Let the how be my
problem to solve. If we make it happen, will you supply us with
food?
You're gonna have to discuss that with
the others. Wait outside.
He disappears through a door behind the counter. Annie and Jack leave
the store and, once outside, Annie asks:
So how do you wanna accomplish that?
Sounds like you have a grand plan already.
Not really, but I'm pretty sure I will
within the hour. If all else fails, we could fix up a flatbed
truck, bolt a tank to it, and drive it here.
While they wait, the small dog runs up again. They play fetch for a bit
until a group of people, amongst them the man from the store, approaches
them. A few handshakes later, Jack repeats his suggestion. A man in his
40s, who seems to be in charge, says:
Your intentions are ... ambitious. I doubt
you can do it but I don't see any harm in agreeing. If you
manage to restore a permanent water supply, you can have all the food
you want.
Someone else throws in: Within reason.
Yes, within reason. Any objections?
He looks around. Someone raises a hand.
Yes?
We're not just gonna feed these people
forever, are we?
Jack replies before the one in charge gets a chance:
We need to feed maybe ten people for a few
months while we establish a settlement in the south of Ivydale.
The one in charge responds: That's a lot.
Let's say two months.
Okay.
Then we have a deal.
A few people keep questioning the feasibility until Jack puts a stop
to it:
Ladies and gentlemen, whether it can be done
will be our problem. Now I would like to see what we have to work with.
Can I have a look at that irrigation system?
The one in charge turns to a girl:
Mary, can you go, show them around?
Sure. She takes a step towards Annie
and Jack. Follow me. The closest access point
is right there, behind the store.
They walk around it and onto a field of withering?
plants. A large, partially buried pipe with just the top exposed
goes through it with an access hatch roughly in the center of the field.
Right next to the hatch is a Gestell? with
a boom to lower a large bucket into the access hatch.
Jack asks: Is it all like this, a net of
buried pipes?
Mostly. In the greenhouses, it's just
an open channel?.
Where do these pipes lead?
They all connect to a large
round buried tank from where another pipe
leads to the intake. It's a bit of a walk but I can show you.
She gestures for them to follow but Jack stops her:
Wait, we can take the truck.
That's your car?
Her sudden excitement seems to take Jack by surprise.
Uhh... yeah.
That's so cool! I've only ever seen
the broken ones by the side of the road. We gonna drive there?
If you show the way.
Heck yeah!
Not sure of this should be the end of a chapter or if I should continue
here.
One thing that has happened is that this chapter, while written from
Annie's perspective, has her be a passive bystander without even
having any introspection for most of it. This needs to be adressed
somehow.
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