Chapter 5
My hell-running continues until I’ve left RCM1 far behind. Soon I reach Old Williamstown, or what’s left of it. Time was, thousands of people lived here. Then came the so-called War of Liberation—where the Authority defeated the United Americas government—and this place got leveled, along with most of the continent. Now it’s nothing but rubble.
Keeping up my frantic speed, I rush to the outskirts of town until—yes!—I reach the ruins of an old gas station. Like everything else these days, the building is totally crushed. Red bricks lay in heaps all around. A smashed-up gas pump slumps sideways on the gravel. Good thing there’s a metal hatch around back; it leads to a secure basement. Much as I’d love to race home, I need to stop there.
And worse, I must call the Scythe.
Why am
