I'm riding my horse Artax. The sun is high and hot but a recent storm has blanketed the ground in a meter of nitric snow. I can see the towers of New York to the south but I'm headed west. I might detour to New York to do some scavenging but I'm one of many searching for a more hospitable environment to make my home since the Hudson River is poisonous.
I have a brother and a sister out there somewhere. They moved west after our parents died in The Great Blaze. I stayed behind nursing my fiance through her last year of life. I believe my siblings settled in Larch in what used to be West Virgina but my brother said that if they couldn't make it in Larch, they would go further west.
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