- Rep Power
The crunch of metal still hangs in the air, even though the crash was minutes ago. The wind whistles, kicking up sand from the desert into the broken windows of the ruined Greyhound bus. Everyone inside is just now starting to come to, their eyes and minds foggy from the shock of the wreck. Out in the distance there is a small town. A near by sign reads "Welcome to Urtagypor Population: ". The population number has been worn away by time and sand, rendering it unreadable.
And now you have to decide, do you stay on the bus with your fellow survivors, or head to the town for help?