Chapter 2: A Kind Place

Chapter 2: A Kind Place

When I reached the center of town I opened the lead containers and let people come and get their packages. They received notifications that theyd arrived, so there was a small crowd gathered. I waited off to the side, not wanting to scare anyone, but was surprised to find many of them passing directly by me, some even managed thank yous and smiles. It made me uncomfortable, but luckily there were still plenty of hateful looks in the small crowd that gathered to even things out.

After everyone had gotten their packages, I walked up to my cart and addressed the short man again.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

Let everyone know my next delivery is to Boon, then I loop back around. Ill be here to take the packages and letters tomorrow morning.

The man nodded. Seemed to struggle with something for a moment, then offered his hand.

Im JD

I blinked a few times. This town just kept getting weirder. Still, I reached out and took his hand.

Donovan.

He retrieved his hand just a little too quickly, but I didnt fault him for it.

Theres a bar in town. Tims place. Hell take ammo, tobacco, fruit, or PP of course if youd rather not barter. I have a feeling he may cut you a deal, whatever the case.

Where?

Toward the back wall, he said, pointing. "Theres a cantina before that one, but uh the kids eat there.

I understand. Thanks.

I readjusted my goggles and bandana and headed in the direction he pointed. Walking through the town I could tell that it was a middling settlement. Not too populous, not too prosperous, but getting along fine. Most of the buildings were made from scrap and all of them were clustered closely together. I saw small farms here and there that led me to believe the main thing they tithed to the Iron Horde was food. Toward the center of town I noticed a large central building made up of half an old cesna with paper lanterns strung up outside, unlit in the daylight, and the sounds of people enjoying breakfast. I gave it a wide berth, and kept moving toward the edge of the town.

A lone building sat halfway between the town and the wall. I saw a couple men and a woman in a pile outside the door, sleeping off, from what I could smell, a legendary amount of hooch. I stepped over them and walked in. The place was sleazy, but I had initially expected to sleep outside of the walls after making my delivery, so I decided not to be choosy. The lighting was dim, and the seating was mostly chairs ripped from cars, though the bar had a few actual stools. I sat at one and rapped my knuckles on the bar twice.

I heard some shuffling and a man emerged from the back room. I immediately understood what the difference was in this town. He was short, maybe a head smaller than me, his skin the color of exposed muscle tissue, and his eyes a watery yellow. Unlike me he had a full head of brown hair that hed grown long and was using to cover his face, but I could still tell what he was immediately. He was more handsome than me, but thats a relative statement. His yellow eyes lit up a bit when he saw me, and he approached the bar.

Welcome, his voice was raspy, like hed been a pack a day smoker since he was two, and he smiled at me with yellow pointed teeth, smaller and less sharp than my own, but still more than capable of tearing through flesh.

I looked him over for a second before asking the question Id wanted to ask since I entered the bar. Got hooch?

His smile flickered for a moment, that hadnt been the question hed wanted to hear, but he recovered quickly. He must have a high Customer Service rank.

Sure, first rounds on me, he reached behind the bar and I heard a scoop and pour before a cup of foul smelling liquid was placed in front of me.

I sniffed it. This what you serve the regulars?

He nodded.

What about what you drink?

He shook his head. I uh, dont drink.

A bartender that doesnt drink? Thats almost as strange as a deadman living somewhere besides Potts Field.

It was a deer. Attacked me on the road a ways back, had teeth like razors. Radiated meat like this tastes better to us.

Really?

Yeah. I broke off a piece of the meat and handed it to him.

He nibbled at it tentatively, but then immediately shoved the entire thing into his mouth, chewing ferociously.

I handed him the rest of what I had in my hand. I found myself feeling a little responsible for him. It was clear hed never encountered another deadman. At the same time, I couldnt stick around, and when Id seen this kind of thing in the past, it had never gone well. I finished eating before deciding to speak.

You should leave.

Tim swallowed a piece of meat hed been chewing. What?

Kind, you should leave the town.

Why?

I sighed. Because eventually theyll turn on you.

No they wouldnt. Ive been here since I was a kid and theyve always treated me well.

I looked around the shitty bar. Treated well was quite the overstatement. Tolerated and found a use for seemed more fitting.

Listen kid, Im just telling you how things are. The next time something goes wrong, food runs low, someone goes missing, a raider slips in, theyll be looking for someone to blame and youre the only one that doesnt look like them.

He glared at me. Its not like that here. Uncle Bossd never let that happen.

I just I felt obligated to warn you. Do what you want. Im not sure if an Undertaker ever comes this way, but I know one hits Davis a short way east. Potts field aint a perfect place, but youd be safe.

Im safe here, and all fairness mister, I dont even fucking know you.

I nodded. Ive said my piece. Ill leave you be. I covered my mouth back up with my bandana. Thank you for the room and the breakfast. I sent fifteen PP his way. He hadnt made me pay for the food and room, but a tip felt fair.

I left the bar, feeling Tims yellow eyes bore a hole in the back of my head as I did. It wasnt my desire to ruin people's days, but it seemed to happen pretty often.

When I reached the center of Kind there was a line of citizens waiting with letters and packages. A lot of people had kin that were spread out across the area since before the tearing. Regular caravans and traders could handle goods, but I mostly wound up transporting gifts and letters that were meant for those distant relatives, or quick communiques between settlement leaders.

I started taking packages and letters, ignoring the clear trepidation they felt handing them to me. Id initially let people load their items themselves, but Id been screwed by collapsing towers of boxes too often, besides there were other benefits. I noted that there was a new notification as I loaded the second to last box.

Congratulations Citizen! You have earned a rank in loading/unloading! Even the statue of liberty was shipped here one piece at a time!

I felt a small amount of shame for the warm feeling I got from improving that trivial skill, but I did have a fundamental love of seeing ranks go up and numbers improve. Besides, at least it wasnt walking.

Ill probably be back through in two or three weeks depending on storms, or if I get killed.

JD spoke up as the other Kind folk dispersed. How could that happen, arent you already a deadman? he asked with a wry smile.

I looked at him through my goggles for a few long seconds. Ha. I said in monotone and started walking toward the gate.