BUNGE FOODS

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Seen nearby Cornish, this large-ish building is named "Bunge Foods", containing enough grains to feed Seattle for a lifetime, and dry enough food to keep for a long while if people do the right prep work.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Seth wore his usual gray beanie, a black raincoat that was just a bit short at the sleeves but otherwise well-fitting, underneath he wore an oversized black sweater with a large red pentagram that no one had claimed. He wore black jeans cut off messily mid-calf, with tall striped socks beneath and his gradually more disgustingly blood-stained Adidas. He didn't bother covering his face but had a tub of Vapo-rub in his pocket should he need it. He carried his strange home-brewed golf club spear, and had an unlit torch tucked in his belt.




Stevie had his katanas and a tunic made out of a rain slicker, worn over sweats. Not gonna let another suit get ruined! Also had a road flare for ghosts.




Kenny wore a black t-shirt and jeans and a green Whole Foods apron that he always used for this work (cleaning thoroughly after every use.) He had his heavy mace and a road flare.




Sandy brought her mace and road flare, plus a few vandal tools in case of emergency. She wore a camouflage jacket over an apron, black jeans, and combat boots. Helldiver styles. Her bandanna was anarchist black.




Davin favored his trusty axe, and like Seth was wearing a slicker for gore. Underneath he had a t-shirt and workout pants a shade classier than gathered ankle sweats, thank you. Like the others, one ghost flare.

Posse to the Bunge Building, so big we walk in twos. We're getting dirty looks from those other sucker crews.



Terry Avenue was wide open. The scorch marks from on-spot cremations were diluted by rain into a general blotchiness upon the street.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

The BA crew walked calmly across the street, quietly joking and looking around for trouble. Disappointed crows eyed them furiously, wishing they were zombies. A short walk down the road, and they were at the building. Three loading docks faced them, two with rolldowns and one with double doors. The doors would likely be the easiest to jimmy.

Then Sandy noticed someone had already done the work for them. The door was loose on its hinges.

Sandy-
"I guess if someone's in here they're cool with random people strolling in."


Seth-
"Let's be careful, never know what these other people could be like... I'll go in first."

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Seth propped the doors open with loud creaking. The BAs lined up behind him. He leapt up onto the dock and looked around quickly for ghosts and such.

The area was some kind of loading dock, adjacent to a warehouse. In the near distance, palettes of something that should probably remain plastic wrapped sagged in an unseemly way.

Kenny shined a small flashlight to and fro through the dock, and the area seemed still and quiet. Seth led the way, looking this way and that and listening carefully for monsters or other people. There was a slight creaking from the floor above. Seth nodded to the group, and they followed the sound.

Davin-
"There is definitely someone or something up there."

They had to pass useless freight elevators and found there were two stairwells. One was small and rusty metal. The other was broader, made of concrete.

Seth-
"I don't think monsters jimmy open doors, so I'm betting on people. I think we should make ourselves known, never a good idea to sneak up on someone who is possibly armed."

He moved to the bottom of the stairwell, and called out.

"Hello? Is there someone up there?"

The more paranoid among them winced at the loud sound of his call. Upstairs shifting floorboards could be heard. Davin readied his axe.

A reply sounded from upstairs.

Unseen speaker-
"Hello? We're here. Who are you?"

Seth-
"We're a few people who live nearby at the 403 Building. We came to look for food. Who are you?"

Unseen-
"Oh! We're a few people from El Corazon down by the offramp. Looking for whatever. Should you come up or we come down? ... You should come up. That would be great."

Davin (quietly)-
"Holy crap. What a bunch of jokers."

Seth-
"Okay...! I'll come up first..."

Seth shrugged to Davin with a chuckle, and started up the stairs, keeping his spear tip low.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

The others followed a few paces behind Seth. Tall windows had the place lit well, but moodily, like a set from "Fame" or "Flashdance." Big barrels and palettes of stuff were piled around a fairly open central area. Three people stood there, backlit by the window. The strongest looking man and the skinny woman carried hockey sticks, and the scrawny man carried an axe like Davin's. They seemed friendly enough.

Guy in Middle-
"Hi, I'm Brian! How is everybody? This is Kat and Kyle. I'm glad I'm not named Kevin because then we'd be the KKK, and that's just in bad taste."

Seth moved to the side to allow his comrades in, leaning his spear on the floor and taking in the strange young kids in front of him. Brian, the stronger guy, seemed to fit in with the whole 'Flashdance' theme, he was even wearing leg warmers over his jeans. The skinny pale haired kid, apparently 'Kyle', wore a slightly bloodstained army jacket.

Seth-
"Well how about that. We're doing alright, nice to meet you kids. So this is Stevie, Davin, Sandy and Kenny."


Stevie-
"Hey, and this handsome fella is our duly elected Presidente, Snake C- uh, sorry, Seth Clemans!"

Brian took a step closer and cocked his head, his expression unreadable with the backlighting, then folded his arms and bounced on his toes like a goofy kid.

Brian-
"Handsome? I'll say!"

Pretty much everybody but Davin was pleased to meet these people and looking genial, so Davin did his best to check his reservations and grin tightly.

Kat-
"Technically, I'm the leader of this group, but my people got voted out back at the bar. Now our 'presidente' is Jordan Tran... Boring! Hey, you guys are hot! How's life treating you?"


Seth-
"We're doing as well as one can expect in the post-apoc and all. How about you? What's El Corazon?"


Kyle-
"Guh... don't even wanna talk about it man... It's a shitty little all-ages club by the on-ramp."

The pale-haired kid spoke in an amusingly flat, gravelly voice.

Sandy (whispered)-
"They think we're hot, Dav. That can't be bad."

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Stevie-
"Hey, maybe your place sucks, but you guys are alright! You seen the whole place yet, or is this as far as you've gotten?"


Kat-
"This is as far as we've come. But man, I don't know. Looks like everything here is rough grains we'd have to boil the shit out of to use, and our kitchen isn't up to it."


Kenny-
"We have a cool kitchen."


Brian-
"Maybe you guys can hold onto this stuff and have us over to eat sometimes? That would be pretty cool. "


Seth-
"Oh hell, you could come over today if you wanted. We're just around the block. If you wouldn't mind helping us with these crates, we could make you some dinner. We just had a party last night, but there's no reason not to have another one!"

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Brian-
"Oh. My. God. That would be AWESOME."


Stevie-
"HaHA! We got some new friends!"


Kat-
"Hold up now! We can't disappear for too long. Don't want people to worry about us at home. We'll just help you get a load over and hang out for a little while. What do you think?"


Seth-
"Of course! Sounds good to me. I'd love to know more about what's going on at that end of town. Well, let's not shoot the shit here when we could do it somewhere much less.. uh.. Flashdance-y."

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

PEEPS LOADED SOME PALETTE JACKS AND WENT BACK TO THE 403, DROPPING THAT SHITS IN THE GARAGE BEFORE GOING BACK UP TO THE COMM CENTER.

RETURN TO COMM CENTER!