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Weather
MAY YEAR 2200:: It seems the temperatures are on the rise, indicating it is Summer time for all survivors. The heat is harsh and will send many in search of water and shelter. Be careful out there!
Although the island had been declared a 'safe zone', it really only refers to the areas that are patrolled and watched after. However, the island is vast and can not be completely guarded. These are the lands that lay outside the patrol rounds. Luckily none have found anything too dangerous to keep the others from venturing, though it is advised to not go alone and not after curfew time.
Right outside the bunker one can find the lands that struggle to produce food for those still around to survive. The soil and lack of water make it all the more difficult. To those who work the farm they are built a makeshift hut. Rather poor quality, but it does what is needed to offer shelter. Some see it as a step up and a gain in privacy is always nice. They come equip with one pen, a choice of chicken or hog, and a single plot to plow.
It is the place that housed what was thought to be the only survivors for nearly two hundred years. A large place full of hall ways that lead to various parts. Most rooms were shared as each had at least 2 bunks. There was even a community center, a fully equip cafeteria, armory and a blacksmith. The walls were made of fine stone and layered with metal and concrete on the outside. Though now most of the rock lays in crumbled piles. The electricity had stopped working the day the doors opened causing the halls to become littered with barrels to light, so those who remain within can still travel the halls.
This is the only way to get on or off of the island. It is narrow and poorly made. Holes have rotted through the boards and the stone that once held it up is ready to give. Below on either side is a straight fall to jagged rocks below. Some claim the ocean once covered them, though it has long ago faded to a myth rather than fact.
No one knows how it became so. But just past the scorched lands you can find the ground starts to turn soft and soggy. As if in a constant state of being flooded. However, as if that was not odd enough, the water found here is a deep red in color. Almost matching that of blood. With it being a dark color it makes it hard to tell where a shallow step is from the deep. Trees do grow here, but they are purely black, including the leaves they sprout.
Just on the other side of the expansive dried up ocean lays true land. Though it is mostly covered in a black and ashy dust. Very little grass can be found in patches and even then it is mostly dry types. There is no shade, no cover and no water in these parts of the mainlands, making it rather difficult to hide or survive for long.
Since there is no such thing as a phone, computer or even a mail box anymore, someone thought it handy to drive a stake in the ground near the bridgeway and nail a large slab on top. They started calling it the best way to communicate. Often somone finds something to scribble on tacks it on the board. This can be minor quests, jobs or anything really. Everything in here should be posted IC.