"It's a fungus. It uses the body the way a mushroom grows on a rotting log. Eventually, when the body breaks down too far to use anymore, it just lets the body drop and it sends off spores. Little bits of itself on the air, hoping some person will walk through and breathe it in."
And there's a little spot that looks like it might be the way back down off the other side, like the map showed. Tess heads off down the incline.
"We think there's something left of the person's mind for the first couple days. You can sometimes see 'em trying to resist it, but they were fucked the minute they got bit."
At the bottom of the stone ramp, there's just a sheer drop and then a pathway running across the edge. She has the split second reminder of snaking her way through the skyscraper with Joel and Ellie, but she pushes it away.
Arthur makes sure everything he's got on him is strapped on tight - you don't want to worry about a gun falling when you're liable to follow it down. Then, he follows her. He's pretty glad to see how easily she's handling this.
"I guess that much is true. I'd have done the same thing, I'd say."
Tess moves a little carelessly. It's not nearly as high as the buildings downtown, even when they were bombed out, and she only glances down to check her footing.
"I bet you would." Most people find a way. It's a particular kind of doom. "But hey, that's why I live in the QZ. Keeps the risk of that mostly to working hours."
"Unless the Admiral lets me tour other QZs to compare first, yeah, it'd have to be Boston," she replies.
She comes to the gap and glances back at him. He's not redirecting her, so she's guessing the only way forward is to jump it. She takes a few steps back again, gauging the distance.
"I guess I'll do that, then. Either way, I'm not living out here, even if the infected are gone."
It's not a terrible jump. Looks more sturdy than back home, too; stone is better than testing the floor strength of a building that's been weatherbeaten for twenty years. She paces the distance, backs up again, and then jumps it cleanly.
"Fucking Christ, I knew I shouldn't've asked," he grouses. This fucking world. He knows he can't convince her to come with him, eventually, but he sure as hell hopes she will.
That gets a little smile, grim as it is. Her fault for walking him into asking.
"See, the city's not so bad," she replies. Look at that, some positive thought. There's a big rock face in their path, though one that looks like it could be climbed over. Tess glances back at him. "Give me a boost."
Up she goes, well-practiced, and the moment she has her footing, she crouches down to reach for his hand. Come on up, big guy.
"I think you'd get by just fine, whether you liked it or not," she replies. "And who knows, you like traveling and living outdoors. Maybe you could make it that far north, go up to Canada. You'd still have to deal with hunters and that, but the Infected are slower in the cold."
"Well, hopefully you get to explore up there someday," she replies, getting her other hand on his arm to help him up, and she gives him a fond little pat on the arm before carrying on. "In your own time would be better. I'm sure you'll find your own version of trouble to shoot, anyway."
“Might?” she replies. “You can do whatever you want after this, Arthur.”
He gets to go back to an America looking forward to more than a century of growth, innovation, optimism. That, in Tess’s books, is worth planning for.
She looks out at the path ahead of them, still narrow and still with its ups and downs, and she glances back at him. She guesses if this were wrong, he’d say something, so she just carries on, hopping back down on the other side.
“You can risk your neck on all the treasure hunts you want.”
"You'll figure something out," she remarks. People always do, especially when they don't have a choice not to. "He's not going to dog wherever you go, is he?"
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And there's a little spot that looks like it might be the way back down off the other side, like the map showed. Tess heads off down the incline.
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God. That's terrifying.
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She glances back at him.
"We think there's something left of the person's mind for the first couple days. You can sometimes see 'em trying to resist it, but they were fucked the minute they got bit."
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He, at least, knew he wouldn't lose his mind. And he had months to get used to this idea.
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At the bottom of the stone ramp, there's just a sheer drop and then a pathway running across the edge. She has the split second reminder of snaking her way through the skyscraper with Joel and Ellie, but she pushes it away.
"Hell, I got myself shot up just to avoid it."
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"I guess that much is true. I'd have done the same thing, I'd say."
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"I bet you would." Most people find a way. It's a particular kind of doom. "But hey, that's why I live in the QZ. Keeps the risk of that mostly to working hours."
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Yeah, he's bringing it up again while on a ledge, what of it!
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"Unless the Admiral lets me tour other QZs to compare first, yeah, it'd have to be Boston," she replies.
She comes to the gap and glances back at him. He's not redirecting her, so she's guessing the only way forward is to jump it. She takes a few steps back again, gauging the distance.
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"He might let you. Could ask Iris to take you."
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It's not a terrible jump. Looks more sturdy than back home, too; stone is better than testing the floor strength of a building that's been weatherbeaten for twenty years. She paces the distance, backs up again, and then jumps it cleanly.
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"Why not, even if they're gone?"
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This feels strange for her to have to explain, but it feels just as strange to consider that other people don't have to worry about that.
"Not your kind of hunter. The kind that hunt people."
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"See, the city's not so bad," she replies. Look at that, some positive thought. There's a big rock face in their path, though one that looks like it could be climbed over. Tess glances back at him. "Give me a boost."
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"I try to imagine myself in that world, at times. It does not end well for me, I don't mind tellin' you."
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"I think you'd get by just fine, whether you liked it or not," she replies. "And who knows, you like traveling and living outdoors. Maybe you could make it that far north, go up to Canada. You'd still have to deal with hunters and that, but the Infected are slower in the cold."
Positive thinking.
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"And I'm a quick shot," he points out, with a little grin, as he heaves himself up on the ledge. "Canada. Never been that far North."
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He falls back in step behind her, letting her take the lead again.
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He gets to go back to an America looking forward to more than a century of growth, innovation, optimism. That, in Tess’s books, is worth planning for.
She looks out at the path ahead of them, still narrow and still with its ups and downs, and she glances back at him. She guesses if this were wrong, he’d say something, so she just carries on, hopping back down on the other side.
“You can risk your neck on all the treasure hunts you want.”
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"I don't know about that, Tess. After this- after what happened with Dutch, I don't think I can do whatever I want."
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