Highway 95 was in various stages of disrepair, from cracked pavement to missing bridges all together. Cars covered in weeds and vines lined the north and south bound lanes; a hostess tractor and trailer had slammed into the back of a minivan crushing most of the rear end under the brush guard of the truck. Most of the vehicles had been salvaged for valuables and other miscellaneous items. Some of the cars had probably caught fire from the looks of the blackened metal and fiberglass, others were twisted hunks of debris of dozens of accidents when the world wide electromagnetic pulse of magic went off.
The lone cloaked figure darted from car to car staying low as a heavy mottled cloak broke up her form. Clair moved slowly picking her way throughout the treacherous terrain careful to avoid anything that could be a snare or worse. Goblins liked to lay ambushes along roads with some sort of dead fall trap or a trip wire strung to a flexible pole with spikes to skewer a unaware traveler in the side before moving in for the death blow.
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FantasíaAuthors note: so I messed up and deleted the last 3 chapters I was working on so do try to forgive me. That being said let's try this again . Also chapters update a little at a time but are quick to update. Ps the places that you see in this book ar...
