Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - The Town of Fairfield

[winfield]

[You saw the towns some time ago, but it still took a good couple hours of treading past the farmland around it before you actually reached it. They have a distinctly "old western" type of feel to them, with their dusty, unpaved dirt roads and the collection of buildings-- most of them obviously wooden-- sitting side-by-side along either side of the road.

More observant residents may notice that the nearer they come to the town, the more people that look up and notice, and subsequently hurry off or head inside. And even if you didn't notice it as you closed in, it sure becomes apparent once you step under the archway of the town; there's no one around. The tumbleweed that rolls by almost seems to be mocking the residents.

Another thing that becomes apparent is the state of the town. Besides having gone eerily quiet, some of the buildings have been wrecked. There are gouges in the wood, where it hasn't been punched through or torn apart. Rails are broken, and a few of them even have damaged or missing doors.

Are they too late?]

DR. BREWER | HEATH | RECONSTRUCTION

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[toobravehearted]

[He gives a tight lipped smile and a nod in greeting, then holds out a hand for a shake if Gene will take it.] It is good to meet you, Mr. Brewer. I'm known as the Doctor.

[Another nod and he starts to roll up his hat while his brow furrows in concern.] Lucky all around that we did. It looks clear that the town was attacked recently, but how long ago?

[vesania]

[He does indeed take it, shaking it firmly] Me too. What sort of doctor are you?

It was yesterday, they...took two of our own.

[toobravehearted]

[Good grip there, feller.] You are? Dr. Brewer it is then. More of an academic type myself.

[Oh no. He looks dismayed to hear that.] I- I'm very sorry for your loss.

The Collectors you mentioned, were they bi-pedal, insectoid looking?

[vesania]

Every little helps. I'm a psychiatrist, myself.

[He nods sadly] So are we, they held on for a long time.

Those are them. Not exactly welcome visitors.

[toobravehearted]

[He nods slowly.] Very unwelcome, in fact. A group of us encountered them accidentally a little over four months ago.

[There's a question burning on his lips. Heck, who is he kidding, there's several. He fidgets and taps his rolled hat into the palm of his hand.] I'm sorry Dr. Brewer, but where were you before here? You have people with you, women, children, out here in the Dead Zone and exposed... [He feels he doesn't have to spell out the risk; it's already known by now.</i]

[vesania]

We wandered, finding shelter where we could. [He waves his hand to the expanse of the world before them] There are places out there you can stay, the little...areas where the castle's sent us...and probably send you on occasion.

But this is the first place we've found where it seems a safe place to stay permanently.