Grif and his group have finally escaped zombies and rust monsters and whatever else, and made provisions for rest and food. (PINpointing back to the forest, clearing out some traps and killing some bears for fresh meat may or may not have been involved.) Ordinarily, that would mean that, it being the next day, they would move on to get through the ( Read more... )

Having gotten out of the orange-tinted banquet hall with his impromptu group, Grif makes sure that his guns are fully reloaded and looks around. The yellow fog is markedly alarming, but ARGUS' chemical analysis tells him that there's nothing poisonous or otherwise inherently harmful about it ( Read more... )

Sylar was already feeling the pain start up again as they entered the Nexus. He knew the morphine Smokey had given him wouldn't be enough. He'd told her so, but she hadn't budged. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.

Or so he thought until they found this room. Everything anyone could eat was piled high onto a well-set room. Prime rib steak, ( Read more... )