a travel threw no man's land

Marcuse, frowned as the sun set, 'This'll only make my job harder' he thought, as he surveyed the land as the last beams of light faded from the tops of the tree's.

He was about a mile outside from the American City, were he was supposed to drop off his supplies. Though threw an old map and a injured whelp, Marcuse had made bad time.

"I never should have tried to saved you" Marcuse grumbled, as he picked up the boy, (who had a sprained ankle), and fumbled with his duffel. Balancing the weights Marcus Lee quietly slid down the hill and continued to follow the stream.

The young boy inquisitive and invigorated with the pestering of youth, would remark that Marcuse was going the wrong way, then the long way and that he(the boy) needed to find his sister and that he was in "so much trouble".

Though this combined with the observation that the young boy would often get his landmarks wrong. Marcuse thought it best not to follow the advice of the young crippled boy, but as for the young boys yammering. Marcuse solved the problem by handing the boy a nice plump brownie that just so happened to have Marcuse's sleeping medication already inside. You see Marcuse had a wee bit of an insomnia problem and rather hated pills. And seeing that he would need to travel threw the night, thought it an opportune trade off.

Soon Marcuse was alone in the night, only lead by his wits and the dim night sky.

The occasional patrols beamed their torches past him scanning for rebels and anyone foolish enough to be out at night. Marcuse's only saving grace was a military surplus blanket that covered him and wading threw the ever deepening stream that lead to the cities sewers. There he would make his Ron-de-voo, below the crippled town, then get out of this forsaken country.